Disheartening chants echoed throughout the grand court room. David remained steady, awaiting his trial to commence.

“Order in the court PLEASE!” Tommy demanded, it was his turn to be the judge.

Voices continued to chatter noisily.

“I said please. If you don’t be quiet nobody will be having chocolate.”

The bickering silenced.

A voice timidly cried out: “sorry sir.”

Others followed with the same sentiment. Within a brief moment the words “sorry sir” were being remarked from every pouting child within the court, like an apathetic swarm of bees to a sorrowful flower patch.

David scoured the room contemplating the ridiculous realisation that all of his superiors were much smaller, more unintelligent and frankly more childish than he was.

“Okay, before we start…” Tommy prepared his speech. “Anybody need the potty?”

“I need a poop” Lilly blerted bashfully.

Her claim was followed by a sea of laughter echoed through everybody present. Abruptly Lilly made her stand before scuttled towards the nappy changing room, where an assigned ‘changer’ awaited their next indecent drapery. Lilly was clearly embarrassed from this endeavour as she slithered away into her hole - followed by a blaring SLAM!

David was utterly bamboozled. Unsure whether a better time to pipe up would arise, he decided to ponder his place within this childish prospect immediately.

“What is going on here?” He enquired.

Silence.

“You, Mr David have been accused of stealing something which wasn’t yours - a very naughty crime indeed. How do you plead?”

Flocks of amused eyes glazed over to the accused, awaiting his surely shameless defence.

“Erm..” David began. Crisp packets crackled from every direction like eager rattles from starved snakes - awaiting the moment to strike.

“Can you elaborate?”

Tommy, the judge, spoke up:

“There was 3 cookies left in court today, they were supposed to be mine. I didn’t want to share.”

“OBJECTION!” A voice cheered, every head snapped back to face the source place of the voice.

A noble young princess by the name of Lucy made her place in the scene prominent, her striking multicoloured jumper was simply too silly for her to fit in with everyone else.

“If you weren’t willing to share - then you are the one at fault, your honour. This man simply wanted to play nicely but you didn’t want to. There seems only one fitting sentence…”

“SILENCE!” Tommy shouted with every ounce of oxygen in his tempered lungs.

Guards surged to his mighty step & proceeded to dethrone the weary boy. He attempted to resist - however this only increased the amount of time he would be sentenced to the naughty chair.

David squeaked, fearful of the children’s unpredictable actions.

“Am I free to go then?”

Everybody waved right at David in unison.

“…okay…” David murmured, before making his eventual exit.

The End.