Some of Bonzo and Friends...

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Date: 20 May 2010 13:16:07

Chapters four and five of Bonzo and friends. I've said to my agents that I will be careful what I post on here! Also I whole book would be far too long to post! Chapter Four The toys all hurried to hide. Some ran behind the big white Bristol sink, planted up by Mrs. Wheeler with fuchsias, geraniums, verbenas, and convolvulus. Barnaby and Roisin disappeared behind it, becoming almost invisible amidst the sea of pinks, reds, and tiny specks of blue. Some ran to hide behind the big, black dust bin. Bonzo, Trixie, and Phillipa the cat headed towards the little summer house and the back of the garden. It was a pretty wooden building with a table and some chairs inside. The family sometimes used it when they entertained, or they ate Sunday lunch in it in the summer. Mrs. Wheeler took pride in her hanging baskets, two of which dangled in front of the summer house. Bonzo gambolled up to it. “Quick, behind here,” he hissed. Suddenly, the three toys stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at one another. None of them could believe what they were seeing. Before their very eyes, the door of the summer house opened wide. The building shook slightly, as if it were shivering or stretching, and a voice, big but not booming, said, “Are you ready for an adventure?” The toys were transfixed. They all heard the voice. Hide and seek was forgotten as they all stared. What was going to happen next? Chapter Five It was deathly quiet. All that could be heard was the wind and the plaintive miaow of hungry cats willing some kind person to come and feed them. The toys stood stock still with terror. No one wanted to be the first to move. Bonzo, on the other hand, had other ideas. He wasn’t a big dog, but he was certainly brave. He trotted forwards into the summer house. The others tried to stop him but he made it inside. He stood there. Nothing happened. Tentatively, the others followed him. They all huddled together in the middle of the summer house and waited anxiously to see what would happen next. Suddenly, the door of the summer house swung shut. The toys jumped in alarm and fright. “Oh dear, what’s going to happen to us?” whispered Phillipa, with more than a mild feline quiver in her voice. The summer house began to shake and then was suddenly filled with a bright light. “Help! What’s happening?” squealed Trixie. The toys huddled as close to each other as possible. Christie was big and fluffy so she tried to draw the smaller toys to her to protect them as best she could. The toys hoped that their ordeal would soon be over. They hoped that they would all escape unharmed. Most of all, they desperately wanted to get back to the security of the house. Quickly.