…THE ISLAND OF TAZLAT AND THE TIBJET.
Arlo Twittle part 6.
They spent the morning playing snap. Arlo found it difficult to concentrate, pondering instead about the weird, smiling cat and ended up losing every game.
He was grateful when lunchtime arrived, and nibbled at the ham and cheese sandwiches and sipped slowly at the glass of orange squash. After he had finished he went to play in the back garden, leaving Mrs. Butcher alone to make the cake for afternoon tea.
After a wasted game of hunt the lion, he sat quiet, hidden in the jungle of tall grass under the shade of a rather oversized plum-tree. Flies and bees were buzzing in the lazy warm air. The odd chirping of a cricket joined in the melody as it rubbed its legs together.
Arlo closed his eyes and breathed in, smelling the earthy scent of grass and flowers. A sweet, chocolatety aroma floated on the light breeze to where he was sitting, and he licked his lips.
Mrs. Butcher had told him once “when you smell the cake baking it’s almost done”, and she had never been wrong yet.