I was bouncing up and down inside the back of the van. I knew why they had kidnaped me, it was all because of the key that I had found in granny’s attic.
Then we stopped and two figures emerged from a deserted building. They opened the doors and hauled me inside.
I was persuaded to sit down at a table. Then the man at the other side of the table spoke:
“You Have Taken My Key!, Where Is It?” he roared in a foreign accent. I didn’t reply as I was too scared to.
“Do I Like Butter Or Marmite ” He bellowed
“Butter” I replied faintly.
“No,” he said,” I Like marmite – Put him in the Celler.”