ma'am!' I called, clinging to a branch that was a little too thin for
my liking. Tiffany was almost doing back-flips in her efforts to eat
us. Uncle Morris's face was white and a strange smell like rotten eggs
wafted around us.
I tried to explain. 'My mum used to live here.
I was just showing my uncle
'Likely story,' spat the old woman, her voice
venomous. 'Do you take me for a fool? Stay, Tiffany. I'm calling the police.'
The screen door slammed behind her as she waltzed back inside.
Oh great! How did I get us into this scrape?
Why didn't we just stay home? What would the police make of Uncle Morris?
Tiffany's growls seemed louder and fiercer. We
'Any suggestions?' Uncle Morris asked.
'Not yet,' I said, looking for a possible escape
route. 'But I wish we hadn't tossed the shovels. We could have used them to
fight off Tiffany!'
We peered down at our lost weapons.
'What about that branch over there?' I whispered.
'It looks like it might hang over the back fence.'
The branch indeed hung over the fence but it
was barely as thick as a baseball bat.
'Do you think it will take our weight?' asked
'Only one way to find out,' I replied, edging
onto the branch.
The branch wobbled. With both legs dangling,
I pulled myself along. The branch dipped under my weight, sending me closer
and closer to Tiffany who was growling menacingly below and looking ready to
Finally, I made it. I climbed on to the paling
fence and waved for Uncle Morris to follow.
Uncle Morris shook. The spindly branch bent so
much he nearly went crashing to the ground. Instead, he landed with his legs
straddling the limb.
had no time to complain because our white frilly friend marched out the back,
waving a broom and screaming, 'You filth! You scumbags! You won't escape! The
police will find you!'
Uncle Morris hurried along the branch.
The old woman followed below, swinging the broom.
'You rotten dirty louts! Think you can come round
here and harass the elderly!' she screamed.
As soon as Uncle Morris made it to the fence,
we sprang into the next yard and bolted to the road.
'Yes!' we said together, slapping our hands in
'Quick, let's get our bikes before the police
arrive,' I said.
Uncle Morris nodded and we took off.
'Harry! Harry!' an excited voice called from
behind, stopping us in our tracks. I turned to find Wilemina jogging behind,
'Oh, no,' I groaned.
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