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have to start again,” Mum said gently when we’d explained what had happened. Then she grabbed hold of Molly’s elbow and propelled her out of the room.
“I don’t believe this!” moaned Fliss, her head in her hands. “It’s going to take us
ages
!”
“Well, I’m starving,” I announced. “So I suggest we get back down to it double-quick before I collapse with hunger!”
It was kind of depressing having to start all over again, but it didn’t take as long as we’d thought before we had the money in piles again.
“Right, nobody touch the table!” I warned. “I’m going to count them up.”
In fact, we all counted them. And apart from Lyndz, who got a different total completely, we all agreed that we’d collected £78.67, two buttons, three foreign coins and a piece of chewing gum! Not bad at all!
Mrs Poole had also put an envelope in the bag which contained the £35 we’d collected as the entrance fee for the scavenger hunt. So that made £113.67.
“And don’t forget the money we raised on Mufti Day,” Fliss reminded us.
“So that means we’ve raised a grand total of…” I did a quick – OK then, not so quick – calculation. “£275.67!”
“Yeah!”
“Great!”
“Wicked!”
We all did high fives and danced around the room.
“I take it you’ve finished?” Mum came in with loads of little plastic bags. She helped us carefully bag up all the cash, then told us that tea would be ready in fifteen minutes. She had a bit of a smile on her face as she was saying it, but I really didn’t think anything about it. I was just kind of glad to be able to have a mad chase about with the others in the garden. I hate sitting still for too long, don’t you?
Anyway, when she called us in for tea, Mum was standing there with Dad and Molly, like they were some kind of reception committee or something.
“Well, I feel a bit mean doing this after all you’ve been through today,” she began.
We all looked at her suspiciously.
“But I’m afraid you’re going to have to eat your tea in silence!”
“WHAT?”
“It’s just an idea that your parents came up with,” explained Dad. “When we were discussing all this fundraising malarky, someone suggested – I think it was your mum, Rosie – that we should sponsor you to be quiet for once.”
“And as your mealtimes together usually resemble a chimps’ tea-party,” Mum went on, “we thought it would be good to sponsor you to stay quiet now, before your sleepover. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up with your chatter later!”
“That’s what’s worrying me,” moaned Dad. “They’ll probably be talking until three in the morning now!”
It looked like we didn’t have much choice in the matter. But boy, was it tough! It wasn’t like a boring old sponsored silence at school or anything, because you never really want to say much then anyway, do you? But we had
loads
to talk about now. And we needed to keep asking each other to pass the ketchup and stuff. The more we winked and pointed, the more we wanted to laugh. In fact at one time Rosie did splutter a bit, but we just tried to ignore her.
We really hit problems though when Molly started to torment us. I mean Mum and Dad were sitting there, but they just let her go round pulling faces at us. They were both reading their newspapers and they both seemed happy as long as we didn’t make a noise.
“You’re a big fat ape!” Molly whispered in my ear. I was about to hit her when she dodged away.
She went round to the other side of the table and whispered something to Lyndz. She went bright red in the face and looked as though she was about to shout at Molly, when Fliss poked her hard with her fork to stop her. Well, I thought Lyndz was going to explode. She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes started to water, then she let out the loudest hiccup you’ve ever heard!
It was so funny, the rest of us were creased up. And have you ever tried to laugh silently? It’s
“I don’t believe this!” moaned Fliss, her head in her hands. “It’s going to take us
ages
!”
“Well, I’m starving,” I announced. “So I suggest we get back down to it double-quick before I collapse with hunger!”
It was kind of depressing having to start all over again, but it didn’t take as long as we’d thought before we had the money in piles again.
“Right, nobody touch the table!” I warned. “I’m going to count them up.”
In fact, we all counted them. And apart from Lyndz, who got a different total completely, we all agreed that we’d collected £78.67, two buttons, three foreign coins and a piece of chewing gum! Not bad at all!
Mrs Poole had also put an envelope in the bag which contained the £35 we’d collected as the entrance fee for the scavenger hunt. So that made £113.67.
“And don’t forget the money we raised on Mufti Day,” Fliss reminded us.
“So that means we’ve raised a grand total of…” I did a quick – OK then, not so quick – calculation. “£275.67!”
“Yeah!”
“Great!”
“Wicked!”
We all did high fives and danced around the room.
“I take it you’ve finished?” Mum came in with loads of little plastic bags. She helped us carefully bag up all the cash, then told us that tea would be ready in fifteen minutes. She had a bit of a smile on her face as she was saying it, but I really didn’t think anything about it. I was just kind of glad to be able to have a mad chase about with the others in the garden. I hate sitting still for too long, don’t you?
Anyway, when she called us in for tea, Mum was standing there with Dad and Molly, like they were some kind of reception committee or something.
“Well, I feel a bit mean doing this after all you’ve been through today,” she began.
We all looked at her suspiciously.
“But I’m afraid you’re going to have to eat your tea in silence!”
“WHAT?”
“It’s just an idea that your parents came up with,” explained Dad. “When we were discussing all this fundraising malarky, someone suggested – I think it was your mum, Rosie – that we should sponsor you to be quiet for once.”
“And as your mealtimes together usually resemble a chimps’ tea-party,” Mum went on, “we thought it would be good to sponsor you to stay quiet now, before your sleepover. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up with your chatter later!”
“That’s what’s worrying me,” moaned Dad. “They’ll probably be talking until three in the morning now!”
It looked like we didn’t have much choice in the matter. But boy, was it tough! It wasn’t like a boring old sponsored silence at school or anything, because you never really want to say much then anyway, do you? But we had
loads
to talk about now. And we needed to keep asking each other to pass the ketchup and stuff. The more we winked and pointed, the more we wanted to laugh. In fact at one time Rosie did splutter a bit, but we just tried to ignore her.
We really hit problems though when Molly started to torment us. I mean Mum and Dad were sitting there, but they just let her go round pulling faces at us. They were both reading their newspapers and they both seemed happy as long as we didn’t make a noise.
“You’re a big fat ape!” Molly whispered in my ear. I was about to hit her when she dodged away.
She went round to the other side of the table and whispered something to Lyndz. She went bright red in the face and looked as though she was about to shout at Molly, when Fliss poked her hard with her fork to stop her. Well, I thought Lyndz was going to explode. She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes started to water, then she let out the loudest hiccup you’ve ever heard!
It was so funny, the rest of us were creased up. And have you ever tried to laugh silently? It’s
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