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The note under the door
It was a cold, windy evening in November, and Kofi was reading on the sofa when he heard a quiet noise at the front door. Someone had pushed a small white envelope under it.
Inside there was a note in neat handwriting: 'I know what you did last Tuesday. Meet me at the bus stop at eight.' Kofi's heart was beating fast. What had he done last Tuesday? He had been to work, he had cooked dinner and he had gone for a walk in the park. Nothing strange at all.
At eight o'clock, he walked nervously to the bus stop. An old woman was standing there, holding a large cake. 'You're the young man who rescued my cat from a tree in the park last Tuesday,' she said with a smile. 'This cake is to say thank you.'