Last Tuesday I took my two nieces, aged three and five, to town in the car. It began to pour with rain so I decided I would leave the children in the car while I dashed into a shop. I warned the girls not to touch anything and told them I would be back within a few minutes. Then I locked all the doors and left them happily looking out of the window.
I was back at the car in less than five minutes but the girls had vanished! I could hardly believe my eyes. The car doors were still locked, the windows tightly shut and on the back seat were their two jackets. In a panic I ran to the corner of the street but there was no sign of them. I rushed up to a couple of passers-by and asked in vain whether they had seen two small girls. Feeling quite sick with fear, I sat in the driver's seat, trembling, trying to stop.
Suddenly, behind me, I heard a tapping noise and laughter. I jumped out of the car, ran round to open the boot and there inside were two very red-faced and excited children. They had apparently pulled out of the back seat, crawled behind it and then been unable to push the seat forward again. I almost wept with relief!