John Marsden - The Ellie Chronicles 2 by Incurable

Author:Incurable [Incurable]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-11-20T10:11:36+00:00

CHAPTER 11

IT'S AMAZING HOW adaptable humans are. I guess it's not just humans. Cows can adjust from one paddock to the next, from thunderstorms to sunshine and back to thunderstorms, from eating lucerne to eating clover, from being on a truck to not being on a truck.

At school one day I'd been walking behind a Year 10 kid who was going down the long corridor from Block A to Block B. It struck me, because I didn't have anything else to think about, how flexible she was at reacting to so many different things just in that short time. She smiled and gave a huge 'Hi' to a Year 11 guy, she picked up a book for a Year 7 kid who was having trouble balancing all his stuff, she said, 'Good morning Mrs Barlow,' very politely as Mrs Barlow headed past, she yelled, 'Love the eyebrows, Daphne,' to another Year 10 girl, she said, 'Why don't you stand in the middle of the frigging corridor and stop everybody getting past?' to a group of Year 8's who were standing in the middle of the frigging corridor and not letting anybody get past. She jogged ahead of me to catch up with a friend, put her arm around her friend's shoulders, and said, 'Hi Laura,' as they turned left together into the classroom.

Only stupid little stuff, and we do it all the time, but that's the point. As well as doing that, she'd probably swatted at a fly, taken a piece of chewy out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, adjusted her hair, flicked a look out the windows to see what was going on, and so on. I just think it's seriously impressive that humans can do all that, and maybe we can do it more than cows.

So anyway, the night after we got back from the Battle at the Coconut Tree, I was sitting in the office doing accounts.

It was quite a change of pace and I found it hard to concentrate. So much had happened, not just the night before, but even during the day. Jeremy, Gavin and I went and got the utes and found the Yamaha. Homer had homed, so to speak. He was no doubt in the middle of a very very long explanation to his parents as to how he had managed to lose a motorbike. I had no idea what he would tell them. Knowing how shrewd Mr and Mrs Yannos were, I guessed they would have a fair idea of some of the stuff Homer was up to, but that didn't necessarily make them happy to contribute an expensive motorbike to the cause. I could imagine Homer's conversation with them might last for a few days.

For that matter I had lost the Polaris. As much as I felt for Mr and Mrs Yannos, the loss of the Polaris was a disaster for me. In many ways it was the most useful vehicle on the farm, and not only because it was quick and convenient.

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