Read the text and say who is telling the story. I

Read the text and say who is telling the story. I had my treasures laid out on the windowsill. There was Odin39;s first collar, matted with hair, one earring, and a half eaten sugar pig. The pig had been my father39;s. He39;d had it since he was a boy, and on a visit to London Id come across it, abandoned and forgotten in the debris of his desk. I39;d picked it up, stared at it, warmed it in my palm, until eventually hed noticed and asked if Id like to take it home. Thank you, yes, if youre sure...quot; And then that evening Jake had bitten off its head. Id been asleep, my ear against the window of the train, when I was woken by a horrible yowl. Thats disgusting!quot; Jake snarled, pink splinters dribbling on his chin. I think I might be sick. And through my sobs I explained the pig was an antique. No wonder it tastes so disgusting,quot; Jake threw the cracked remains into my lap. Mum helped me sellotape it back together, a jagged strip around its neck and leg, and as soon as we were home I put it on my treasure shelf, propped between an eggcup and a three-legged silver box. How do you know Dad had it all those years?quot; Jake asked that night, leaning down towards me, draped like a bat over his bunk. How do you know?quot; But I refused to tell him pretending stubbornly to be asleep, and eventually he gave up and swung into his bed.