On Noni’s birthday, her Daddy made her a beautiful
iron knife. It felt smooth and hard. It glinted in the
sunlight.
He told her to keep it safe.
‘If you look after this knife very carefully, when you
are grown up I will show you how to make one all
by yourself,’ he said.
Noni loved her knife, but she loved the idea of
making her own even more.
‘Can’t you show me now?’ she said.
‘No, Noni. You’re too young.’ Her Daddy shook his
head.
‘Too young? I’m not too young!’ Noni stamped her
feet. She thought her Daddy was wrong.
