See that wall? That’s where me and Janey used to play ball. Until…

It wasn’t my fault. Wasn’t her fault either. It was that nasty boy, Tilly.

Along he came, cut into our game, picked up a rock and hurled it hard. Cracked that wall.

But everyone knew Janey and I played ball against that wall so we got the blame. Our parents paid for two of those braces when it ought to have been Tilly.

But later, that Tilly came a cropper. Rode his bike straight into that wall. It was Tilly that paid for the third brace.

Yay! Comeuppance. 🙋‍♀️🤪😀