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Kevin blow away

One night there was a terrible storm. It blew across the Outermost Sea, where the mermaids lived. It drove huge white waves against the black rocks where gangs of cheeky Sea Monkeys made their homes. It howled over the wild, wet hills. Kevin huddled down in his treetop nest and squeezed his eyes tight shut against the rain. The wind blew harder and harder. It lashed Kevin's oak tree to and fro until the nest fell out of its branches and Kevin fell out of the nest. Kevin flapped his small wings as fast as they would flap, but the wind was too strong for him. It carried him high into the sky. It blew him far across the wild, wet hills. It blew him over roads and rivers, all the way to the places where ordinary people lived-people who didn't believe in flying ponies.sister.
Max's dad was a builder.
He was very good at it.
Wherever Max went in the
little town of Bumbleford there
were roofs that his dad had fixed,
or porches that he had put up, and
even whole houses he had built.
Max was proud of that.He blew past electricity pylons and mobile
phone masts and forests of chimneys, until a
last, with a loud DOOF, he bumped into the side
of a tall building.
'Bother!' said Kevin.
Inside the tall building there lived a short
boy. The boy's name was Max, and
he looked like this:
Max lived in the flat on the
top floor of the tall building,
with his mum and dad and
sister.Max's mum was a hairdresser-she owned
the hairdressing salon in the High Street. She
was always worrying about it, because it didn't
have many customers-most people went to
the big, new hairdressers, at the other end of the
High Street. Mum was always trying to think of
schemes to make her salon more popular, only
none of them seemed to work. But Max knew
she was the best hairdresser in Bumbleford. (She
always cut Max's hair, and it looked excellent, as
you can see.)
Max's sister was called Daisy. She was a bitalsy.
older than Max, and she made everybody call her
Elvira because she was going through a phase.
So Max had to be content with cuddly animals
instead. He had quite a large collection of those
and he was very fond of all of them, but it wasn't
the same as having a real, live pet. That night, as
he lay in bed listening to the wild wind howl and
hoo around the tall building, Max felt very sad.
so wish I had a pet, he thought. It doesn't even
have to be a dog or a cat, almost any sort of pet
would do...
And then, from somewhere just outside
bedroom window, there came a loud DOOF and
a quiet Bother'Max was a quiet and thoughtful boy. He like
drawing, reading, and swimming, but most of
all he liked animals. What he wanted more than
anything else in the whole world was a pet. He
would have liked to share the top floor flat with
a cat. Better still, he would have liked a dog. But
Max's mum was too busy with her hair salon, and
Max's dad was too busy building things. Neither
of them had time to look after a dog.
'I could look after it myself!' Max said. I'd get
up early and feed it and take it for a walk before
I went to school and then itlk before
I went to school, and then it could just sleep till
I came home in the afternoon.' He showed them
a chart he had made of the Best Dogs. But Mum
and Dad didn't think it would be fair to keep a
dog in a top-floor flat.
Max tried getting his sister Daisy to have a
word with them. She was older than Max, so he
thought she might be able to persuade them.
But Daisy only liked scary animals.'We should get a wolf, or a vampire bat!' she
said. 'Or a giant, bird-eating spider!'
'We are NOT getting a giant, bird-eating
spider, Daisy!' said Dad. (He was scared of creepy-
crawlies.)
'My name is not Daisy!' said Daisy. 'I am ELVIRA
And she went back into her bedroom, slammed
the door, and listened to gloomy music very
loudly.​