Never stand on drawers

by Catherine Pahljina, Age 11
(Melbourne, Australia)

I was eight and my brother was five. He had a tall chest of drawers in his room. I didn't like it to be honest. I was always scared it was going to tumble down.

One day, my mum and I were in the kitchen. Nathan, my brother, had gone upstairs to put on a costume. Our house was four stories high and we couldn't hear anything upstairs. Well, this THUMP was loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

"Nathan?" my mum called. No one answered. "NATHAN!!!" we both yelled at the tops of our voices. Still nothing. My mum was so worried and so was I. We ran upstairs and into Nathan's bedroom. Nathan was backed against the wall. He was speechless. The chest of drawers was lying on the ground.

We later found out that Nathan had been standing on the second drawer in order to reach the top drawer in which his costume was. It had fallen over with Nathan's wieght on the drawer. Luckily, Nathan had the sense to dive out of the way, otherwise, he would have been squashed and seriously injured. After all, he was only five.

I am very glad my brother has common sense, though sometimes I wonder (hee, hee, hee).