Alfie the Werewolf 2: Full Moon by Paul van Loon

Author:Paul van Loon [van Loon, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hodder Children's Books
Published: 2011-03-02T22:00:00+00:00

Mr French gave a wry smile. ‘Thanks, but I’ve got enough bruises as it is. You carry on without me. There’s something I have to do.’ He turned around quickly and limped off after Noura.

22

Cough

Alfie hurried along the path through the forest. I mustn’t stay away too long, he thought. Otherwise they’ll notice I’m gone. All of a sudden he heard a strange coughing noise and stood still. Was there someone else in the forest? He looked around. Leaves rustled softly in the breeze and a squirrel ran away on a branch.

Alfie burst out laughing. It was that squirrel, he thought, quickly walking on.

‘Do squirrels cough like people?’ the voice in his head asked.

‘Of course not, don’t be an idiot,’ Alfie mumbled. ‘No one coughed. That was just the wind, or a crow with a sore throat or something.’

‘Oh!’ the voice in his head said. ‘I thought it was a suspicious cough!’

But Alfie had decided to ignore the voice.

A bit further along, he saw something red in the undergrowth. ‘Yes, look, there they are.’ Shirt, jeans, socks, shoes. His coat was inside out and caught on a bush. His shirt was torn. In his thoughts he heard Tim’s mother saying, ‘Messy, messy. Always fold your clothes up neatly, Alfie. And try not to burst out of them when you turn into a werewolf.’

He pulled the plastic bag out of his pocket and quickly gathered up the clothes, putting all of them in the bag, except for the coat, which he put on.

And now back to the farm, thought Alfie.

Behind him, someone coughed. Alfie jumped.

‘That’s a suspicious cough,’ said the voice in his head.

Very slowly Alfie turned around and found himself looking straight at a strange face. A boy was crouched half hidden in the bushes. Tall and skinny. A pointy face. Cropped hair. Big ears. His eyebrows joined together to form one thick, continuous stripe. The boy was at least two heads taller than Alfie and he looked a lot older too. Maybe sixteen or even seventeen.

The soup thief! was Alfie’s first thought. The nosy parker who had peered in through the window.

The boy studied Alfie carefully. He held his head to one side and sniffed, puckering up his nose to do it. It was more snuffling than sniffing.

‘What youse be looking for?’

Alfie looked at the boy in surprise.

‘I, um, I was just looking for my clothes. They were here.’ He gestured at the plastic bag and picked it up cautiously. ‘I …’

The boy came out of the bushes and pointed at Alfie with an outstretched arm. The nail of his index finger was long and sharp. Alfie could see dirt under the fingernail. All of his nails had thick black edges as if he’d been digging in the mud.

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