100 word challenge week 30

This week, Julia has opened the challenge up both to adults and children. Yippee- I have done one for the class blog and am very much hoping this will inspire lots more of the children to take part. I don't believe in MAKING the children do it  and wont have time to do it in class time . Rewarding and encouraging those who take part and giving them time in school to go on the blog is the approach I am taking.
 Working part time, it is certainly more difficult to keep the blog high profile, but there has been a steady growth in children's and parent's interest. To be honest, even if just one child benefited from it I would do it. Many more than that use the blog so I will keep plodding away!
Anyway, I was a bit nervous about sharing this blog with my class - as a teacher I am always careful about what I write, but after talking to several people whose opinion I value, I decided to do a separate one on the class blog.
It's such a fab prompt though that I'm doing one here too :D

 The shared prompt is …it wasn’t my fault… All the details are on Julia's page at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-30/

If you're interested in having a look at my class blog it is www.classash.primaryblogger.co.uk My entry can be found at http://classash.primaryblogger.co.uk/2012/02/07/100-word-challenge-5/

All the ones the class do will be linked to the children's 100WC page.

Anyway, enough digression.
Here is my post for the challenge:

"Mama, it hurts!" wailed Charles.

“Let me see my dear."

Gingerly, he opened his hand revealing an angry blister.  Trembling slightly, she kissed away his tears marvelling at his impossibly long eyelashes. “MARTHA!”

“Yes Ma'am, how...” Martha  stopped. “I was watching him, he was quick as an eel, slipped into the fireplace, it wasn't my fault.”

“Enough!” scolded Mama, “Take him to nurse and have her bandage his hand. We shall talk anon.”

As she swept out of the room, Charles looked triumphantly at Martha. In his other hand was what he’d plucked from the fire. Her face blanched when she saw it.