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was brilliant at art and was always designing things on his computer.
Mum got up to get some paper and soon she and Dad were bent over a notepad making lists.
It was a good job they were preoccupied because it was then that I saw that, while everyone had been busy looking at my laptop, Shimmer had helped herself to the sausages that had been left on the side counter. A last gulp, they were gone and Shimmer began to hiccup again.
‘Er . . . while you’re doing that, I’ll take Shimmer out,’ I said and made a quick exit before anyone noticed that their breakfast had disappeared.
Chapter Eight
To the Rescue
March
Dear Diary,
It’s been a while since I wrote in here because so much has been going on. Now it’s spring and the flowers are poking their heads out of the ground. Project Silverbrook is going ahead. Yay. Everyone’s been doing their research, making plans. Mucho excitement in the Westall family.
Silverbrook animals: Ginger has become Hunter Warrior Cat. He’s allowed out now and is very happy in his new territory. The downside is he keeps bringing us small furry presents from the fields – mice
and small birds. He’s not a killer like some cats, but does like to hunt. Dad says he brings his catches in to show he can contribute to the grocery shopping. I’ve tried telling him we really don’t want mouse on toast thank you very much, but he hasn’t got the message. We keep a fishing net by the back door and Dad does his best to catch whatever’s been brought in, take it back out and set it free.
Shimmer is a joy and my new best friend. She follows me everywhere. When I go to school, she howls like a baby and looks at me with big sad eyes, but then is sitting in the window looking out and waiting for me when I get back and gives me the best, lickiest welcome home ever. Have been on my best behaviour round the house, offered to do washing up, help out where I can, in the hope that Mum and Dad will let me keep Shimmer. I couldn’t bear to see her go somewhere else because I have completely fallen in love with her.
We did a class on reincarnation in school last week. Interesting theory that we may have lived before in different bodies. I think Dad was probably St Francis of Assisi, the saint who was kind to animals. I reckon Mum was Attila the Hun. She still has days when she seems in a rage about something or other, but has been a lot better since she’s had the Silverbrook Farm
project to work on. They’ve been working on the business plan and we have a road trip planned for the Easter holidays to go and talk to someone in a rescue centre about an hour away from here. I’m not sure what Josh was in a past life. Probably a frog. Haha.
Mum has great ideas for the tea shop and has been in there with an architect drawing up plans. Mrs Watson wasn’t too happy about it but Mum assured her she’d always have a job, though that didn’t seem to appease her much. We’ve started opening the tea shop at weekends to try and make some money before it gets converted, but not many people come. Natalia sent us a DVD called Field of Dreams to watch. It’s about a man who builds a baseball pitch after hearing voices, then a bunch of ghosts turn up and play baseball on the pitch. Not sure what that had to do with us starting our venture but it was inspiring in an odd kind of way. We all go round quoting a line from the film: ‘Build it and they will come.’ Apart from Mum, that is. Her favourite line is ‘Shut up or I will throttle you’.
Word did get round the village that we had started an animal rescue centre and people began bringing up animals, but Dad has been v. firm and said not yet, we’re not ready. He has been drinking Mum’s sensible juice, and I guess he’s right, though we couldn’t resist keeping some of them – like the Jack Russell called Rupert. His owner died and he was found all on his own in a house, and was scared, starving and not well at all. He’s a sweet-looking little
Mum got up to get some paper and soon she and Dad were bent over a notepad making lists.
It was a good job they were preoccupied because it was then that I saw that, while everyone had been busy looking at my laptop, Shimmer had helped herself to the sausages that had been left on the side counter. A last gulp, they were gone and Shimmer began to hiccup again.
‘Er . . . while you’re doing that, I’ll take Shimmer out,’ I said and made a quick exit before anyone noticed that their breakfast had disappeared.
Chapter Eight
To the Rescue
March
Dear Diary,
It’s been a while since I wrote in here because so much has been going on. Now it’s spring and the flowers are poking their heads out of the ground. Project Silverbrook is going ahead. Yay. Everyone’s been doing their research, making plans. Mucho excitement in the Westall family.
Silverbrook animals: Ginger has become Hunter Warrior Cat. He’s allowed out now and is very happy in his new territory. The downside is he keeps bringing us small furry presents from the fields – mice
and small birds. He’s not a killer like some cats, but does like to hunt. Dad says he brings his catches in to show he can contribute to the grocery shopping. I’ve tried telling him we really don’t want mouse on toast thank you very much, but he hasn’t got the message. We keep a fishing net by the back door and Dad does his best to catch whatever’s been brought in, take it back out and set it free.
Shimmer is a joy and my new best friend. She follows me everywhere. When I go to school, she howls like a baby and looks at me with big sad eyes, but then is sitting in the window looking out and waiting for me when I get back and gives me the best, lickiest welcome home ever. Have been on my best behaviour round the house, offered to do washing up, help out where I can, in the hope that Mum and Dad will let me keep Shimmer. I couldn’t bear to see her go somewhere else because I have completely fallen in love with her.
We did a class on reincarnation in school last week. Interesting theory that we may have lived before in different bodies. I think Dad was probably St Francis of Assisi, the saint who was kind to animals. I reckon Mum was Attila the Hun. She still has days when she seems in a rage about something or other, but has been a lot better since she’s had the Silverbrook Farm
project to work on. They’ve been working on the business plan and we have a road trip planned for the Easter holidays to go and talk to someone in a rescue centre about an hour away from here. I’m not sure what Josh was in a past life. Probably a frog. Haha.
Mum has great ideas for the tea shop and has been in there with an architect drawing up plans. Mrs Watson wasn’t too happy about it but Mum assured her she’d always have a job, though that didn’t seem to appease her much. We’ve started opening the tea shop at weekends to try and make some money before it gets converted, but not many people come. Natalia sent us a DVD called Field of Dreams to watch. It’s about a man who builds a baseball pitch after hearing voices, then a bunch of ghosts turn up and play baseball on the pitch. Not sure what that had to do with us starting our venture but it was inspiring in an odd kind of way. We all go round quoting a line from the film: ‘Build it and they will come.’ Apart from Mum, that is. Her favourite line is ‘Shut up or I will throttle you’.
Word did get round the village that we had started an animal rescue centre and people began bringing up animals, but Dad has been v. firm and said not yet, we’re not ready. He has been drinking Mum’s sensible juice, and I guess he’s right, though we couldn’t resist keeping some of them – like the Jack Russell called Rupert. His owner died and he was found all on his own in a house, and was scared, starving and not well at all. He’s a sweet-looking little
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