A good friend

I have a friend in Burkina Faso. I am not sure where it is. It sounds a long way away. Maybe in Lancashire. He sent me an e-mail. It was very nice of him. He wants to send me money. He has £28 million which he has kept for me. I could buy a dress with that. He will send me the money if I send him my bank details and passport number. I have a passport but no bank. He may not be happy. I am writing back to him. I will thank him for the money. I don’t want it all. It wouldn’t fit in my dungaree pocket. I will ask him for £10. He can keep the rest until I am bigger. Then we can meet and go dancing. I’ll ask if Little John can join us. He’ll know the way to Burkina Faso.