Chapter 3 A couple of days later we sit together in the silent calm room of the Post-Office, it’s all very peaceful. However, outside the wind whistles gently across the sea making the waves elegantly lap over the sand, it was fine. Amazingly, inside was warm and comfortable, we were sipping (my favourite drink) Hot Chocolate, it was perfect with our socks drying on the radiator, and our shoes laying by the door-mat. At this time I wasn’t surprised at this comment which Jennifer made she quietly whispered, “You know what I know where the mouseamander lives, it lives of the south coast of the beach.” I tried to speak but I couldn’t; because I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. I sighed, and prepared myself for a long tiring trip across the coast. Dread rushed through me and I excepted near fright.

I soon figure out that Jennifer has gone to find some more important evidence about the mouseamander, to be truthful I have zero regrets while closing the shutters and windows of the Post-Office. Jennifer claims that she has found suspicious claw prints in the damp sand, and scrapes of the jagged rocks of an ancient cave. And blood splotches on the Marram grass- holding the sand dunes together- and the sand whips up on the plane revelling some rotten teeth.

I lock the doors of the Post-Office and close the attic shutters and make sure that all of the extra lights are turned off so that the electricity bill doesn’t rise; because it is to high at the moment. I get my sodden walking boots and get my waterproof jacket from the main cupboard. Suddenly, the wind whistled and made the fire grate howl ferociously. The mist surrounds us while we were walking across the promenade trying to get to the beach, 15 minutes later we arrive near the large cliffs and peer out to see admiring the view of the dark cerulean sea. It is rather like the mist is purposely surrounding us, we walk a bit further and then we see a battered sign in dark red saying Danger be careful. I saw Jennifer take no notice of it and spurred on. Suddenly, the seagulls screech and the waves crash against the jagged out-crops of rocks. I cautiously, walk towards Jennifer.

I doubted Jennifer’s find but she was telling the truth, Honestly, there was glass like sand and steam rising up from the marram grass, I thought to myself that the mouseamander must of travelled here recently. Without warning I fell over in the large hole I gulp; the hole was not that big but it was very deep as though someone dug the hole purposely. The large holes lead to a small cave I could see what Jennifer wanted to do. She wanted to go inside the cave, she flicked he torch on and stared at me happily.

By now the rain has stopped and the wind has dropped. Although we are so many km from the beach the sand is still so wet and damp, the silence edges us forwards into the cave. We soon get into the main part of the cave I smell like the sewer but the emptiness is quite nice. We soon find a small nest containing something, we both knew what it was, It was a shimmering mouseamander egg.

In that moment, I feel a small poke of guilt and fear. I have just noticed what we have walked through, we have walked through the mouseamander’s home (cave) I freeze fright rushing through me and dread trickling down me, my spine shudders. I quickly whisper trying to keep my voice down, “Come on please, let’s go right now” Jennifer shrugs and walks forwards along the dank sand. I look behind me and see a looming figure stand proud and makes a small quiet squeak. I freeze and hold my breath hard and even more Harder. I regret everything. Gingerly, I retrieve my torch and shine it full blast to try to blind the anonymous creature, I didn’t work. The mouseamander! Jennifer take one step forward; I take one step back.