The Curse Of The Mummy

There’s a river that runs at the back of our house. On really hot, summer days, I like to put on my wellies and go paddling in it. One particular day, I went to paddle in the river as usual. The night before, it had rained really heavy, so the area around the river was really muddy.
I paddled in the river for at least half an hour, then I went back indoors, because I fancied a snack.
I opened the back door, and went into the kitchen to get my snack, totally forgetting my boots were extremely muddy. I didn’t think until I’d got a chocolate bar out of the cupboard that I should’ve taken them off before coming inside.
“What have you done?” I turned around. Mum was standing behind me, a feather duster in one hand. She was looking at the kitchen floor, horrified. I looked down. The floor was caked in mud. I felt a stone hit the bottom of my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Mum.”
“Yes, well you should be!!! That floor was only washed ten minutes ago. And now you come traipsing in, covering it with mud and goodness knows what else!!! Didn’t you think to take your boots off?!!”
“I forgot.”
“Oh, that’s right. You forgot. Like you forgot to take the rubbish out yesterday. And you forgot to feed the goldfish. And you forgot to…”
Mum went off into a rant. I honestly couldn’t see what the fuss was about. So she’d cleaned the kitchen floor ten minutes ago? So what? She can clean it again, can’t she?
“You insolent little boy!!!” Mum screamed, when I said that. “Right, that does it!!! Put that chocolate bar away!!! Go outside, and take off your boots!!! Then come back, and wash this kitchen floor!!! After you have finished, you go up to your room, and stay there for the rest of the day!!! And no TV!!!”
I turned to go outside, when she added: “And no paddling in the river for the rest of the summer!!!”
‘Uh-oh,’ I thought to myself. ‘The curse of the mummy has struck.’