By KATE THOMPSON
Tap, tap. Tap, tap. I opened my eyes, delighted to find that I was dreaming. The first light of a dull autumn morning was illuminating my chaotic bedroom. Mom refused to come into it any more. Maurice said it was bad Feng Shui. At least, I think that's
what he said.
Tap, tap. Leonardo again. Except that it couldn't be. Dreams were mad. Danny swimming. Danny, who was terrified of any stretch of water bigger than the bathtub.
Tap, tap. Rattatap. The sound was coming from the window. Outside it, in the bluish morning, I could see the dark shape of a bird. As I watched, it turned its head and peered through the glass with a little, bright eye. Then it tapped again with its beak.
I looked at my clock. Just half-past seven. I could have lived with that if it hadn't been Sunday. The bird tapped again. I sat up, hauled one of my pillows out from behind me, and launched it at the window. There was an Action Man and a baked beans money box on the sill and they both went flying, but the bird did as well, and that was what mattered. It gave a funny little squawk as it lifted off, and as I flopped back on to my bed and doubled up my other pillow I laughed. It had sounded just like, 'Cor! Flaming heck.'I would have to tell Danny about that.
Publisher: Random House
Price: $16.95
Age group: 9-14 years
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