One day Agnes noticed a spot on her forehead. The pimple spoke:
‘Don’t squeeze me, I’m only wee.’
Agnes left alone; she didn’t tell anyone about the nattering blackhead.
The boil grew bigger. If she even thought about bursting it, it would say:
‘I’m only wee, leave me be.’
Everyone called her Agnes MacPimpleface. Agnes hated the pustule but felt sorry for it, too.
Next morning mummy came to get her up for school. Agnes’ head was now one big, yellow, pulsating pimple. It said:
‘If you come near me with that zit zapper I’ll chew your fookin’ head off.’