all that tension had got into my head, and done something weird to my brain.
Lyndz and Kenny threw themselves into the crowd of people, all pushing and shoving to get hold of Sausage. Fliss jumped in after them, which was pretty amazing. She was wearing a pair of really thin-looking tights, and she must’ve known she’d get a ladder in them. Rosie and I tried to rush after them, but we got pushed back by the crowd.
“But how…” Dad said again.
“How indeed?” said Mr Collins, watching the chaos with a big grin on his face.
“It’s a miracle,” said Mrs Collins.
Both the Collinses were looking totally calm, like this kind of thing happened to them every day. Maybe having five kids does that to you? Andy and Dr McKenzie were just laughing their heads off.
“Did you shut the lid properly like I told you, Dad?” I asked, hopping up and down as I tried to see over the crowd.
“Of course I did!” snapped Dad. “I just don’t understand it!”
“The piglet is famous for escaping round here, apparently,” put in Rosie’s mum. “I was just talking to one of the guards about it. He’s called Houdini, you know. Rosie, what on earth are you doing?”
Rosie had scrambled up on to a chair, and was peering across the room. “I think I just saw Kenny,” she said. “But there are a couple of other Leicester City shirts in the middle too, so I can’t be sure.”
I scrambled up beside her, and stared hard at the crowd. No one seemed to have caught Sausage yet, which was pretty amazing, since there must have been about fifty people and only one pig.
A sudden movement caught my eye. Just like magic, Sausage had appeared back where we’d first seen him! He looked like he was laughing at the crowd all struggling on the other side of the room. Honestly, if I hadn’t known better, I would have said someone was doing a magic trick with mirrors.
I nudged Rosie. “He’s over there now! Would you believe it?”
“Hey, and there’s Lyndz!” said Rosie suddenly.
Lyndz was wriggling out of the crush, crawling through on her hands and knees. She must have seen Sausage make his move!
“Go, Lyndz!” I yelled. “Quick, go get him!”
Lyndz took a flying leap into the air, and WHUMPH! She landed right on the piglet, grabbing him round the middle. “I’ve got him!” she screamed triumphantly. “Look, I’ve got him!”
The room fell silent, as everyone looked up from the scrum. There stood Lyndz, all pink-faced and smiling, holding up the piglet for the world to see.
“Thank you all for coming,” the guard was saying, as he ushered the crowds out of the Enquiry Room. “Yes, thank you for your time.”
Everyone was shuffling out of the door and heading back to their cars. You could almost see the question marks bobbing in the air. Where had the piglet suddenly appeared from? What had happened? Had it really escaped in the first place?
“You can tell everyone’s really narked,” Kenny whispered to me. “They all thought they’d get the reward!”
We were all gathered together, waiting for the guards to finish clearing the room. Lyndz was still holding Sausage – or should I say Houdini? – and chatting happily to Rosie. And all the grown-ups were standing round Dad, trying to cheer him up. I didn’t know what Dad was looking so gloomy about. As far as I could see, this totally let him off the hook – and us too, with any luck.
“Well, I guess Lyndz’ll get the reward now, don’t you?” I grinned, poking Kenny in the ribs.
“Ouch!” squeaked Kenny, rubbing her side.
“Oh, sorry, Kenz, did I hurt you?” I said anxiously.
“I think I saw someone tread on her in the crowd,” put in Fliss, smoothing down her skirt.
I noticed with total amazement that Fliss’s tights weren’t laddered at all .
Fliss saw me staring. “Mum always tells me to keep a spare pair of tights in my bag,” she said modestly. “You never know when you might need them.”
“Hey, guys.” Lyndz came up to
Lyndz and Kenny threw themselves into the crowd of people, all pushing and shoving to get hold of Sausage. Fliss jumped in after them, which was pretty amazing. She was wearing a pair of really thin-looking tights, and she must’ve known she’d get a ladder in them. Rosie and I tried to rush after them, but we got pushed back by the crowd.
“But how…” Dad said again.
“How indeed?” said Mr Collins, watching the chaos with a big grin on his face.
“It’s a miracle,” said Mrs Collins.
Both the Collinses were looking totally calm, like this kind of thing happened to them every day. Maybe having five kids does that to you? Andy and Dr McKenzie were just laughing their heads off.
“Did you shut the lid properly like I told you, Dad?” I asked, hopping up and down as I tried to see over the crowd.
“Of course I did!” snapped Dad. “I just don’t understand it!”
“The piglet is famous for escaping round here, apparently,” put in Rosie’s mum. “I was just talking to one of the guards about it. He’s called Houdini, you know. Rosie, what on earth are you doing?”
Rosie had scrambled up on to a chair, and was peering across the room. “I think I just saw Kenny,” she said. “But there are a couple of other Leicester City shirts in the middle too, so I can’t be sure.”
I scrambled up beside her, and stared hard at the crowd. No one seemed to have caught Sausage yet, which was pretty amazing, since there must have been about fifty people and only one pig.
A sudden movement caught my eye. Just like magic, Sausage had appeared back where we’d first seen him! He looked like he was laughing at the crowd all struggling on the other side of the room. Honestly, if I hadn’t known better, I would have said someone was doing a magic trick with mirrors.
I nudged Rosie. “He’s over there now! Would you believe it?”
“Hey, and there’s Lyndz!” said Rosie suddenly.
Lyndz was wriggling out of the crush, crawling through on her hands and knees. She must have seen Sausage make his move!
“Go, Lyndz!” I yelled. “Quick, go get him!”
Lyndz took a flying leap into the air, and WHUMPH! She landed right on the piglet, grabbing him round the middle. “I’ve got him!” she screamed triumphantly. “Look, I’ve got him!”
The room fell silent, as everyone looked up from the scrum. There stood Lyndz, all pink-faced and smiling, holding up the piglet for the world to see.
“Thank you all for coming,” the guard was saying, as he ushered the crowds out of the Enquiry Room. “Yes, thank you for your time.”
Everyone was shuffling out of the door and heading back to their cars. You could almost see the question marks bobbing in the air. Where had the piglet suddenly appeared from? What had happened? Had it really escaped in the first place?
“You can tell everyone’s really narked,” Kenny whispered to me. “They all thought they’d get the reward!”
We were all gathered together, waiting for the guards to finish clearing the room. Lyndz was still holding Sausage – or should I say Houdini? – and chatting happily to Rosie. And all the grown-ups were standing round Dad, trying to cheer him up. I didn’t know what Dad was looking so gloomy about. As far as I could see, this totally let him off the hook – and us too, with any luck.
“Well, I guess Lyndz’ll get the reward now, don’t you?” I grinned, poking Kenny in the ribs.
“Ouch!” squeaked Kenny, rubbing her side.
“Oh, sorry, Kenz, did I hurt you?” I said anxiously.
“I think I saw someone tread on her in the crowd,” put in Fliss, smoothing down her skirt.
I noticed with total amazement that Fliss’s tights weren’t laddered at all .
Fliss saw me staring. “Mum always tells me to keep a spare pair of tights in my bag,” she said modestly. “You never know when you might need them.”
“Hey, guys.” Lyndz came up to
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