The Secret of Smugglers Cove

The end of the school year had come at last. The teachers, breathing a grateful sigh of thanks, had almost completed the tidying up, and were getting ready to the leave, having already dismissed their charges into the care of their loving parents. Only one child remained. A small sturdy little chap, with deep brown eyes, and sandy coloured hair stood, feet apart, head back as he regarded the tall man in front of him.