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the fuss had been going on. In her schoolbag were two Mars bars, a Snickers and a Heath bar.
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More Toys!
When Bindi got home, she ran straight up to her room without saying hello to her mother and tipped out her bag. The stolen chocolate bars tumbled onto her bed with her books.
She looked at them for a moment or two. The points on the necklace stuck into her gleefully, seeming to say: “Go on, go on!” She ate one of the Mars bars. Then half the Snickers. She was full, but the necklace was still urging her on. “More! More!”
“But if I eat the lot, I’ll have none left,” Bindi said aloud.
Her eyes fell on something lying on the table by her head. It was the rose twig.
Bindi felt no fear of it now. She put out her hand at once and snatched it up. The thorns stuck into her hand, but they didn’t hurt. And she knew exactly what she had to do.
Holding the twig like a wand, she tapped it on the Heath bar. In a flash, it became two. She did the same with the others. They doubled themselves. More. More. Another tap—ten bars—twenty!
Bindi felt a wild sense of excitement. She tapped again. The bed was overflowing with chocolate bars. They began to tumble to the floor.
She could do anything with this! She could
have
anything. Anything she liked. She looked round the room. In one corner was her wooden toy box. She ran across to it and hit the lid with the top of the twig.
“More toys!” she cried. “I want more toys!”
The next second, the lid burst open. Like a volcano erupting, out poured a mass of toys—dolls, stuffed animals, puppets grinning at her, games of every sort and size. They flowed and tumbled onto the floor and piled up around Bindi’s feet.
Instead of stopping, Bindi kept hitting out with the twig again and again, and the more she did it the more toys came. She only paused when a magnificent doll, as big as a real baby, shot up out of the toy box and landed in her hands. It was oddly dressed in purple satin and gold lace. Its eyes opened as Bindi straightened it. They glowed like green lamps.
An awful feeling went through Bindi. She threw the doll on the bed, but its eyes didn’t close. They stayed open, staring at her.
And suddenly she was frightened. All excitement left her. The twig was still clinging to her hand. She felt the necklace throbbing round her neck. She tried to tear it off. Like the thorns of the twig, the sharp gold spikes dug into her. She shook her hand frantically to shake the twig off, but it clung to her. As she shook, it banged again and again on the heap of toys, which were still boiling up out of the box. Jan was down in the kitchen. She didn’t know Bindi had come home.Now, suddenly, Jan heard Bindi calling. She’d never heard her voice sound like that.
Jan hobbled out of the room and tried to run upstairs. She could hear Bindi screaming, “Mummy, Mummy! Come quickly!” But Jan couldn’t come quickly—her lame leg wouldn’t let her. She had to go up the stairs one step at a time. It was like the worst kind of bad dream, when you have to run, and you can’t.
At last Jan reached Bindi’s bedroom door. She tried to throw it open. The handle turned, but something was jamming the door. She cried through the crack, “What is it, love? I’m here!” Bindi was not screaming any words now. She was just screaming. Jan pushed and pushed against the door but she hadn’t the strength to open it. She was helpless.
Suddenly she heard footsteps running up the stairs behind her, and there was Charlie. He didn’t stop to ask questions. He threw himself against the door with all his weight. There was a crash as the wood split. With a great heave, Charlie pulled the broken door off its hinges.
There was a second’s pause. Charlie’s and Jan’s eyes nearly popped out. Then Charlie jumped back, dragging Jan out of the way.
A torrent of toys, like an avalanche, fell out of Bindi’s room. Every kind of toy you can think of. The games came open and the separate
5
More Toys!
When Bindi got home, she ran straight up to her room without saying hello to her mother and tipped out her bag. The stolen chocolate bars tumbled onto her bed with her books.
She looked at them for a moment or two. The points on the necklace stuck into her gleefully, seeming to say: “Go on, go on!” She ate one of the Mars bars. Then half the Snickers. She was full, but the necklace was still urging her on. “More! More!”
“But if I eat the lot, I’ll have none left,” Bindi said aloud.
Her eyes fell on something lying on the table by her head. It was the rose twig.
Bindi felt no fear of it now. She put out her hand at once and snatched it up. The thorns stuck into her hand, but they didn’t hurt. And she knew exactly what she had to do.
Holding the twig like a wand, she tapped it on the Heath bar. In a flash, it became two. She did the same with the others. They doubled themselves. More. More. Another tap—ten bars—twenty!
Bindi felt a wild sense of excitement. She tapped again. The bed was overflowing with chocolate bars. They began to tumble to the floor.
She could do anything with this! She could
have
anything. Anything she liked. She looked round the room. In one corner was her wooden toy box. She ran across to it and hit the lid with the top of the twig.
“More toys!” she cried. “I want more toys!”
The next second, the lid burst open. Like a volcano erupting, out poured a mass of toys—dolls, stuffed animals, puppets grinning at her, games of every sort and size. They flowed and tumbled onto the floor and piled up around Bindi’s feet.
Instead of stopping, Bindi kept hitting out with the twig again and again, and the more she did it the more toys came. She only paused when a magnificent doll, as big as a real baby, shot up out of the toy box and landed in her hands. It was oddly dressed in purple satin and gold lace. Its eyes opened as Bindi straightened it. They glowed like green lamps.
An awful feeling went through Bindi. She threw the doll on the bed, but its eyes didn’t close. They stayed open, staring at her.
And suddenly she was frightened. All excitement left her. The twig was still clinging to her hand. She felt the necklace throbbing round her neck. She tried to tear it off. Like the thorns of the twig, the sharp gold spikes dug into her. She shook her hand frantically to shake the twig off, but it clung to her. As she shook, it banged again and again on the heap of toys, which were still boiling up out of the box. Jan was down in the kitchen. She didn’t know Bindi had come home.Now, suddenly, Jan heard Bindi calling. She’d never heard her voice sound like that.
Jan hobbled out of the room and tried to run upstairs. She could hear Bindi screaming, “Mummy, Mummy! Come quickly!” But Jan couldn’t come quickly—her lame leg wouldn’t let her. She had to go up the stairs one step at a time. It was like the worst kind of bad dream, when you have to run, and you can’t.
At last Jan reached Bindi’s bedroom door. She tried to throw it open. The handle turned, but something was jamming the door. She cried through the crack, “What is it, love? I’m here!” Bindi was not screaming any words now. She was just screaming. Jan pushed and pushed against the door but she hadn’t the strength to open it. She was helpless.
Suddenly she heard footsteps running up the stairs behind her, and there was Charlie. He didn’t stop to ask questions. He threw himself against the door with all his weight. There was a crash as the wood split. With a great heave, Charlie pulled the broken door off its hinges.
There was a second’s pause. Charlie’s and Jan’s eyes nearly popped out. Then Charlie jumped back, dragging Jan out of the way.
A torrent of toys, like an avalanche, fell out of Bindi’s room. Every kind of toy you can think of. The games came open and the separate
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