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table. Fairtrade chocolate. Maya, can you tell us what it means, as well?”
Maya tucked the square of chocolate into her cheek with her tongue, and nodded. “The people who picked the cocoa beans got paid properly,” she said, in a chocolate-muffled voice.
“And they don’t make children work,” Emily added. “The money from the chocolate helps pay for them to go to school.”
“I’d rather make chocolate than go to school any day,” Nick said, smirking.
Mr Finlay looked at him thoughtfully, then turned round to the white board, and put up a photo of a boy who looked about their age. He was wearing a ragged T-shirt and shorts, and he was grinning at the camera – even though he was lugging a sack on his shoulders that looked half as big as he was. Mr Finlay clicked through a series of photos – trees, with children standing under them holding baskets, then another little boy who looked about seven, holding a massive knife, longer than his arm. In the next picture, the same boy was sitting next to a huge pile of greenish-red pods, the size of melons.
“What are those?” Poppy asked, frowning. They didn’t look like anything to do with chocolate.
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