I was as good as my word. Today I kicked Benjamin into the stream, ran away with his ridiculous tam-o-shanter, and buried it in the wood.
When he turned up, later on, I cried mockingly, 'It spoils people's clothes to squeeze under a gate; the proper way to get in is to climb down a pear tree!"
He didn't seem to remember running away from the small boy and claimed everything was so long ago it was a 'blur'.
I might have to let this one go; I have waited three years for revenge and the outcome has been soured by Benjamin's memory.
