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Ollie let Mr Wilcox give him a hug but stayed shuffling his feet and looking down. “So, Ollie, what’s got you all uncomfortable with yourself?”

“I can’t tell you,” said Ollie, and he felt himself begin to cry because he wanted to tell someone. He did not want his mum to think he was ungrateful and thoughtless, but he didn’t want to add to all her worries by telling her about Simon and George.

“Come on, lad,” said Mr Wilcox getting to his feet. “Come with me. I have a new poster of the England team in my room, I got it for my birthday – come and take a look.”

Ollie followed behind Mr Wilcox. He had a little house just next to the big house. It only had a place to sit and watch TV, a bathroom and a bedroom, so it wasn’t a proper house like the big house.

“Now then, lad – what do you think of that then?” said Mr Wilcox proudly, pointing at his new poster on the wall.

“Yeah, it’s all right,” said Ollie, not really looking at it.

“All right? By heck, lad, it’s brilliant, that’s what it is,” said Mr Wilcox.

Ollie just shuffled his feet and kept his head down. “We’re mates, aren’t we?” said Mr Wilcox.

Ollie nodded.

“And you know the best thing about mates?”

Ollie shook his head.

“Well, they don’t need to keep secrets from one another. They help one another, so they tell one another when they’re not too happy about something.”

Ollie just stood head down, feet shuffling.

“So lad, if we really are mates, tell me what’s bothering you. Come on, lad.”

Ollie burst into tears. “Mummy thinks I’m ungrateful because I’ve lost my new trainers.”

“Oh I see,” said Mr Wilcox. “Well that’s not good. Have you lost your new trainers?”

“No!” exclaimed Ollie. “Simon and George took them! I couldn’t help it. They’re bigger than me and, and, and...”