BOY: Someone stole my bicycle last weekend. That’s the third bike I’ve had stolen in two years!
GIRL: Oh no! Really? I’m sorry to hear that. You really liked that bike too, didn’t you?
BOY: Absolutely. It was the best bike I’ve ever had – and I worked and saved to buy it. Remember? I worked for more than a year, working weekends cutting grass and washing cars, just to buy that bike. And now it’s gone.
GIRL: Do you know what happened?
BOY: Well, sort of. I went into town on Sunday and I left my bike outside the shopping centre. I put the chain on it and locked it, as always. But someone came and cut the chain and took the bike.
GIRL: Was that during the day? I mean, didn’t anyone see?
BOY: No, it was in the evening. But I’m surprised no one saw anything. Well, perhaps they did see something. I mean I told the police that the bike had been stolen, but they must hear that twenty times a day, I don’t think they’re going to find it – or even really try to find it. So I’m not hopeful.
GIRL: Oh come on, you never know. I mean, it’s not always easy for the police but I think they try.
BOY: Sorry, Clare, just a moment. Hello? Yes, that’s me. Really? Wow, that’s fantastic. Yes, thank you. Of course, I’ll be there in … about ten minutes. Yes. Thanks again. Bye. Well, you’re not going to believe this but …
GIRL: The police have found your bike.
BOY: Yes! Well, they think it’s mine – they found a bike that matches the description. I’ve got to go to the station now to see if it’s actually mine. Wow – who would have believed it?
GIRL: Off you go then. Good luck – hope it’s yours and that it’s OK. Let me know, eh?
BOY: Thanks! I’ll call you and tell you, OK? Bye!!