The Fizzy Drinks
This was thought up by James and Sam's mum, but she let me write it down.
Once upon a time, in a kitchen just like yours, there were two bottles of fizzy drink. One was orangeade, the other was cherryade. They were sitting on the windowsill waiting to be drunk.
The cherryade was getting very excited. “They'll drink me first! It'll be me! I can't wait, it's going to be so bubbly and fun!”
The orangeade was more restrained. “It doesn't matter who gets drunk first, they'll still enjoy us both.”
The cherryade thought of a fun game. “I know”, it said, “let's have a competition to see who gets picked first!”
It started jumping up and down, wobbling from side to side, and making as much noise as it could. “Drink me! Drink me!” it shouted, in a small, bubbly voice.
The orangeade just stood there, watching the cherryade getting giddier and giddier.
Then the children came over.
“Which one shall we drink first?” they said to one another.
“The cherryade, it looks fun!”
So they took the cherryade off the windowsill, but as soon as they opened it, it was so shaken up that it all fizzed out and bubbled all over the floor.
“Oh dear!” they said, “looks like we'll be drinking the orangeade first after all.”
