Article January 1, 2002 Issue

The watering can

By Jillie Periton,—England

Olly, the ginger cat, lay dozing under a lavender bush.

It was a hot day. His eyes opened just enough to make sure the bumble bee didn't land on his twitching tail. Poppy, Jack's big sister, was settling herself in the apple tree with a new book. Jack lay on his tummy, trying to direct a column of marching ants on a new route home to their ant hill. He felt hot and bothered

Digby was the problem. Jack was scared to walk past Digby's house on his way back from school. Digby liked to lie in wait for Jack, jumping out from behind the wall and frightening him, calling him horrid names. Jack had had enough — he said he wasn't going to school anymore, and that was that. But he liked learning new things with his friends. He was in a stew, not knowing what to do.

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