Saturday, July 21, 2007
It was busy in the morning. Tom and Hannah went to school. She went off in the car thing and came back with more paintings and things in wonderful bags that crinkled and wrinkled and slid. Some of the things smelled quite nice, but she took them away and put the things in them away.
Tom and Hannah came back from school and it started to rain ( some kind of chemical reaction, Tom thought, to it being the start of the school holidays).
We had some food. It was then that we noticed that Pixie was missing. Not to worry, early yet. But then it started to rain more and she still hadn't come home. Hannah walked around the village, calling, calling. Still no sign. She did the same, worried about cars or people who might find a ginger cat and thinking it lost take it away. The rain got heavier and now we were all a little scared.
She thought for a bit, called some more. No Pixie and tears began to come and fear.
And then She thought some more. She had bought things to put in the freezer. The freezer is in a small room outside. She pushed at the door and it was hard to open, and there, behind the door, struggling to dig herself out, was Pixie. She was scooped up and hugged and taken to Hannah, who put away here tears and brought out a smile and hugged and hugged the precious ginger lost thing. Then Pixie had a quiet supper on her own in the kitchen and curled up to recover from her fright and ordeal.