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Authors: David Almond
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wiskers & poynty eres. It sniffd the air. It lookd this way that way & up towards the sky. It moovd towards the trap & sniffd agen. It pawsed for meny seconds as if it was in thort. Then steppd onto the trap & put its hed towards the crums & clack! The hole trap jumpd with the sudden violens of it & the mows jerkd & twitchd a final tym & then was still.
I knelt down.
I wisperd thanks to this mows for giving itself to me & to the burd.
I releesd it carefly.
I held it in my hand this dead & stil warm & tender lovely beest.
I carryd it to the tabl & lade it on a plate.
I think I sumhow new this was to be my finil proper act in ther.
I got the sissors & I cut little holes in the sholders of the mows. I got the wings of the burd & stuck them into those holes. I mayd a thing lyk an aynjel lyk a hors with wings lyk an aynshent beest lyk a beest thatd never bene sene in this world at arl.
It wos the second thing Id mayd with mows & burd and yes it wos floppy & stranj & it wud never never fly but I held it up & supported the wings with my thums & the blud of the mows trickld down my fingas & the stink of the wings mixd with my breth but I new I had mayd sumthin new & speshul & that lyk my masterpees wud never diy in my memry.
Aye, I no. Lookin bak I no I was in a straynj straynj stayt. The yers of bein in the room the aloneness the loss of dad the mise the burd & arl the weardness of what Id bene up to in the nites. Mebbe I was more than a littl mad a littl crayzy. Of cors I wos. But mebbe the crayzines brout forth sum powa & corsd a miracl to occur that nite. Or mebbe not. Who nos? Mebbe it was all madness all an ilushon mebbe it wos sumthin to do with Mam & mebbe Ill find a way to get her to tel me 1 day.
Enyway that nite I put that stinkin mowsburd on the table unda the windo to the sky. I telt it it cud resurrect itself & fly away into the stars & joyn the other beasts & gods & galixys up ther.
And I saw it happen. I saw the mowsburdaynjel rise up from the taybl. I saw it rise throu the little room then throu the windo & keep on risin risin til it was owt of site far far off millyons & millyons of myls away & all that cud be sene of it throu the frame of the windo was a littl arraynjment of stars shinin in the lovely perfect shayp of it.
Next thing I no is its morning & the mowsburds gon from the taybl just lyk I dremed it did. Mam cums in. She sits on the bed. Shes got a buckit of disinfectint & scrubbin brushes in her hands & rubba gluvs on.
She sits on the bed.
We carnt go on like this can we Billy she says.
I dont no Mam.
We cant. You must prepare yourself.
For what Mam?
For goin throu the dore son. Its time.
I shudder & trembl & she raps me in her arms.
Yor dad wont cum bak no mor Billy. I no it. We ar on our own now.
Are we Mam?
Aye. But well hav frends to help. Mr McCaufrey. Missus Malone. They are prepard. And dont wurry becos shes a good woman and hes a good man.
She grinnd & bit her lip.
But Mr McCaufrey she said.
Mr McCaufrey what?
He dusnt beleev in you Billy.
Dusnt beleev?
No. No mater what Missus Malone & I tel him he dusnt beleev its possibl that thers a boy like you in a plase like this.
I tryd to imajin what a Mr McCaufrey wud be like. No way of doin this of cors. Id only seen my dad my mam myself & birds & mise & the weard figurs that sumtyms wanderd throu the shados & throu my dreams.
Hell hav to beleev when he sees me & tuches me Mam I said.
Thats true.
And when I see him & tuch him then Ill beleev in him.
She laffd.
Thats true as well she said.
She held me tite.
You must prepare yorself & you must be brave she wisperd. Therll be no comin bak. Wons you leev this room we will lok it up. A clene brake. No goin back. You understand Billy?
I understood nothing. I did not no how to prepare myself nor how to be brave.
I tryd. The mowsbird helpd me. I told myself that if a thing like that cud leev the room then a thing like Billy Dean surely cud as well.
My mam stayd a cupl of
I knelt down.
I wisperd thanks to this mows for giving itself to me & to the burd.
I releesd it carefly.
I held it in my hand this dead & stil warm & tender lovely beest.
I carryd it to the tabl & lade it on a plate.
I think I sumhow new this was to be my finil proper act in ther.
I got the sissors & I cut little holes in the sholders of the mows. I got the wings of the burd & stuck them into those holes. I mayd a thing lyk an aynjel lyk a hors with wings lyk an aynshent beest lyk a beest thatd never bene sene in this world at arl.
It wos the second thing Id mayd with mows & burd and yes it wos floppy & stranj & it wud never never fly but I held it up & supported the wings with my thums & the blud of the mows trickld down my fingas & the stink of the wings mixd with my breth but I new I had mayd sumthin new & speshul & that lyk my masterpees wud never diy in my memry.
Aye, I no. Lookin bak I no I was in a straynj straynj stayt. The yers of bein in the room the aloneness the loss of dad the mise the burd & arl the weardness of what Id bene up to in the nites. Mebbe I was more than a littl mad a littl crayzy. Of cors I wos. But mebbe the crayzines brout forth sum powa & corsd a miracl to occur that nite. Or mebbe not. Who nos? Mebbe it was all madness all an ilushon mebbe it wos sumthin to do with Mam & mebbe Ill find a way to get her to tel me 1 day.
Enyway that nite I put that stinkin mowsburd on the table unda the windo to the sky. I telt it it cud resurrect itself & fly away into the stars & joyn the other beasts & gods & galixys up ther.
And I saw it happen. I saw the mowsburdaynjel rise up from the taybl. I saw it rise throu the little room then throu the windo & keep on risin risin til it was owt of site far far off millyons & millyons of myls away & all that cud be sene of it throu the frame of the windo was a littl arraynjment of stars shinin in the lovely perfect shayp of it.
Next thing I no is its morning & the mowsburds gon from the taybl just lyk I dremed it did. Mam cums in. She sits on the bed. Shes got a buckit of disinfectint & scrubbin brushes in her hands & rubba gluvs on.
She sits on the bed.
We carnt go on like this can we Billy she says.
I dont no Mam.
We cant. You must prepare yourself.
For what Mam?
For goin throu the dore son. Its time.
I shudder & trembl & she raps me in her arms.
Yor dad wont cum bak no mor Billy. I no it. We ar on our own now.
Are we Mam?
Aye. But well hav frends to help. Mr McCaufrey. Missus Malone. They are prepard. And dont wurry becos shes a good woman and hes a good man.
She grinnd & bit her lip.
But Mr McCaufrey she said.
Mr McCaufrey what?
He dusnt beleev in you Billy.
Dusnt beleev?
No. No mater what Missus Malone & I tel him he dusnt beleev its possibl that thers a boy like you in a plase like this.
I tryd to imajin what a Mr McCaufrey wud be like. No way of doin this of cors. Id only seen my dad my mam myself & birds & mise & the weard figurs that sumtyms wanderd throu the shados & throu my dreams.
Hell hav to beleev when he sees me & tuches me Mam I said.
Thats true.
And when I see him & tuch him then Ill beleev in him.
She laffd.
Thats true as well she said.
She held me tite.
You must prepare yorself & you must be brave she wisperd. Therll be no comin bak. Wons you leev this room we will lok it up. A clene brake. No goin back. You understand Billy?
I understood nothing. I did not no how to prepare myself nor how to be brave.
I tryd. The mowsbird helpd me. I told myself that if a thing like that cud leev the room then a thing like Billy Dean surely cud as well.
My mam stayd a cupl of
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