…THE ISLAND OF UNYOP AND THE UGSNART.
Arlo Twittle part 7.
He flopped back, filling the air with a billowing cloud of dandelion-fairies. Stretching, he caught one in his hand and stared up at the twisted branches full of dark green leaves.
I wish for a book. Pirates or wizards would be nice. Please fairy. Make my wish come true, he whispered inside his head. Then with one puff, he watched as it spiraled upwards to join the others and they drifted slowly away.
All of a sudden, three cats bounded out from the grass beside him, eager to chase the fluffy seeds. The cats jumped and danced on their hind legs. Clawing and biting. Mewing and growling as they desperately tried to reach them.
One cat in particular (a rather plump, grey stripy-looking thing), decided to use Arlo’s stomach as a trampoline. It proceeded to jump up and down, up and down, until Arlo couldn’t help but giggle.
The cat stopped. Looked and smiled, and then pounced forward, lost in the grass once more.
What is it with these cats today? He thought, a frown crinkling his small, button nose.
“Tea-time Arlo,” Mrs. Butcher called.