Ever since Amy was five, she had been causing havoc whenever possible. But somehow she always kept out of trouble. "It's not my fault!" she would stubbornly shout "It was Sloppy Dog!" Sloppy Dog was Amy's absolute favourite toy. She got it for her fifth birthday. So whenever I found my books torn or secret chocolate eaten, Amy always blamed Sloppy Dog. One day she just went a step too far. I came back from school to find my diary open. To my horror, my annoying little sister had scribbled all over it. A little voice behind me said " It wasn't my fault!"