Alex was angry. He was very angry. His mother had left. Alex couldn't find her anywhere in the house and his father didn't seem to care about him much. He keeps on just looking at him while he eats his food, watching, but not helping when Alex dropped a bit on him or had a really messy mouth. Actually, Alex thinks his father is the reason his mother left. Yeah, that's right. That sounds just like what could have happened. And Alex was not going to let his father do anything like that again, never.

While Alex started to plot out his plan to get back at his father, he started to colour in the rest of his mother and father's duvet green. It was a start.

'I could tear down all of the curtains in the house?' Alex thought that sounded good, but he had already done that before when Harmony lived there. He wanted to think of something new.

'I could… I could steal all of his money and hide it somewhere and then he would have to spend all day finding it?' That sounded good. Alex liked that idea. His father was so guilty he deserved that.

Alex stopped colouring in the duvet and then set to work, trying to find all of his father's money as fast as possible. He looked in trouser pockets, coat pockets, draws, piggy banks, on top of counters, in the wardrobe.

After thinking he had found as much as he needed to, he set to work trying to find a place to hide it.

He tried to stuff it in his toy draws, in his wardrobe, in his own piggy bank (which was too small!), in his own tiny purse and in various other places.

'Now I have to go and tell dad what I did!' thought Alex, starting his way slowly down the stairs, holding on to the banister as tightly as possible.

When he was downstairs, Alex searched for his father. He could hear sounds coming from the living room, so he went in there. When he was in the room, he saw his father sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He didn't seem to notice Alex was in the room.

"Dad."

Craft looked up and saw Alex standing in the doorway. He got up from the sofa and walked over to Alex, lifting him up onto the couch.

"Listen, Alex. I-"

"I hid your money."

"You did what?" Craft did not sound happy.

'Good.' Alex thought.

"I hid your money!"

"But…but… why would you do that?"

Alex shook his head in disbelief. He must be really dumb if he didn't know why!

"You made mum go!" He accused.

"But…what are you… I never made her go!"

"What has happened to her then?"

Craft slowly started to shake his head.

"That you must know when you are older."

"Well are you going to have a treasure hunt then?"

Craft looked at Alex in confusion, not knowing what he meant, until suddenly he remembered.

"Where is that money?"

"I'm not telling you."

"You will tell me!"

"Never!"

Craft was really getting angry now. He had a really bad expression on his face.

"Listen up, kiddo. If you don't tell me where my money is something bad is going to happen to you. Now, tell me truthfully. Where is that money?"

"I've forgotten."

Craft threw his hands up in the air, too frustrated to be able to put with Alex any more!

"That's it! I am calling the adoption centre! I can't take you any more! I need you to just leave my life and just stay out of it!"

So he went to the phone, called the adoption centre, and started talking to a lady on the other side. He found it rather embarrassing, having to tell her how bad Alex was. Craft even thought that they might not let him come!

But good for Craft, they weren't too crowded so that they couldn't have another kid. So the next day, Alex had his bags packed and, having found the money, got a taxi all the way there. It was quite a long way, and Craft didn't have a car of his own, so it was the only thing he could do really. He found it hard to let Alex go but he couldn't put up with him any more, especially if he was going to be blamed on and then revenged on for something he never would have even dreamed himself doing. Let Harmony leave because of him? No way would he ever do such a thing like that to her! It was the best thing for both of them for Alex to go to the adoption centre. The best thing, ever.