The playground mothers were never content. When it was windy, they folded their arms crying, 'That teacher expects too much.' Tony's mother was new, so she would be the devil if she disagreed, but with news of the papier-mâché project she took her son's hand and hoped things would improve. Tony's rigid thinking had seen off the father.
On Sunday, Tony's mother inspected the finished model, 'Which country?'
'Paradise,' Tony said, 'I need milk and honey for the river.'