Tigger by Susanne Haywood

Author:Susanne Haywood
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781784628437
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd

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THE OUTBACK BECKONS!

It was hard to believe indeed. At first I thought Emily had gone soft in the head when she told me, but soon the signs were all there: we were packing up and moving again! Why? As far as I could see, we had only just settled in this house, built a pool and a pond, acquired a kitten, a dog and a pony… What more could they possibly want?

In actual fact, it turned out to be the pony’s fault. Emily was really getting into riding her pony and spent more and more time next door. She was also taking the pony away at weekends, returning dirty and sweaty at the end of the day, reeking of horse. It seemed our neighbourhood was cramping her style: she wanted more space to ride and a paddock of her own. For some reason, Mum and Dad also thought that would be a good idea. Nobody thought of asking my opinion. As usual, I had to either go with the flow or despair. My only hope was for a place with a very secure dog run, where the drooling monster would be kept locked up.

We had the packing down to a fine art by now. Mum had already given up her job in the city in readiness for the move. She gradually packed up the kitchen and the contents of all the cupboards. Soon the familiar sight of boxes became a feature of every room once more. Tammy and I played games of hide-and-seek in amongst them, which provided some welcome indoor distraction, and we perched on top of them whenever the drooling monster was allowed into the house.

It didn’t look as though we were moving far this time, because Mum and Dad had decided we would do most of the moving ourselves. It turned out to be a lot of work. Mum and Dad made endless trips with the car and trailer stacked full of boxes while the children were at school, Tammy slept in the ever more sparsely furnished bedrooms and I patrolled the lines of boxes in the hallway. We were exhausted by the time the removal men came in their big truck to take the furniture away.

Mum put me and Tammy into my travel container, which was quite a squash. She also loaded the dog into the car boot and off we drove. I was cross not to be able to see much, due to being confined in the container, and complained loudly. I would have much preferred having the run of the car, as I usually do. But Mum explained we were going to a very big and wild property, which I should get to know little by little, so she preferred to have me contained when we arrived. Well, we would soon see about that. They could not possibly keep all the doors shut while moving furniture in, could they?

I was, once again, perfectly correct: the back door in the new house was a glass sliding door, which stayed open the whole time things were being carried in.

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