Chapter 4
I’m going to escape through the back but it’s all rock and rubble. The black and yellow egg shines and I notice that the fur is beginning to stand up. But now I see there is no way out! But then I hear something Sour is talking in a serene calming voice. “Don’t worry we won’t hurt you.” she exclaims. Taking a few tiptoes forward. I can hear that she’s taking deep breaths to keep calm.
The Beeamander ceases still and lowers itself. Its black eyes watching our every move. “we’ re not here to harm you or anyone. We want to help you.” Sour shows her hands open to show that she is of no harm. They both stand there and gaze at each other. I think It’s starting to understand . It does a calming snarl;it begins to land. I think it’s working. Sour is talking to it and it understands.
“We’ll be on our way now” Sour utters as we step to the other side of the wall and at the same time we speed walk past this creature. Uts eyes locked onto us and inside I see a hive of bees, the buzz of them are like little fireworks It nods to us flaps its wings and goes to keep its egg safe
Outside, I sigh with relief and sit down ro take a deep breath. Inside Beeamander sits to rest with its precious egg.
The fog is beginning to rise. The glimmering moon lights up the cliff and the stars like buttons in the night sky. The sea reflects all the light on us. The town is as silent as an abandoned city. We stride back across the flood wall and chat. We need to protect the fuzzy egg and the Beeamander. Sour swiftly talks at fifty miles per hour about what we should do Sour is splurting out ideas. What if we block the cave with rocks. What if we move the egg to a safer spot so no one can find it. I listen to her impossible ideas. Her face red with frustration.
By the time we get to town, everyone is nearly ready for business. The sun rising past the horizon. It now causes shadows over us. Mr Haddocks boat rental is opening and he is polishing his magnificent boats. He waves and gives us a joyful grin. Sams ice cream trucks windows are opening and hes making people whippy. Mrs Isabelle is opening the windows of her tourist shop. Shes putting out her Beeamander magnets and her surfboards of every style. Once we get to the visitors centre, the city commotion has begun. People push past us on the way to the seafront.
I scrabble around in my pocket for my keys and fiddle with the door. I look at the poster of the Beeamander and i think will hatch safely.
Sour stands next to me and points at the black and yellow glass. Some are lightly glowing. She looks at it with a look of confusion. I think we are thinking of the same thing.
All morning Sour is stuck in town library, looking through the old logs that have been wrote about paradise-by sea. She has found an old captain log from 1731. It is a boat log about an old fishing ship that caught what they thought was an old rock that was fuzzy with black and yellow stripes that sometimes glowed. That night they were attacked and the egg rolled off the ship. They said that night they were attacked by the demon’s pet. Now all fishermen have said to kill the mander.
We think this is never going to end as it’s just the beginning…
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