excitement has made me hungry.â She turned to Eric. âYou wait out here for that little genius of yours.â
As Eric stood alone on the terrace, he could hear his parents still laughing. Theyâd never believe him, he realised as he watched the sun slowly sink. But then, he could hardly blame them. It was all quite amazing.
The strange doctor was absolutely right when he said that Einstein was priceless. Eric would have given anything to have him here right now, sitting up in his pocket or dancing on the railing or solving an impossibly difficult problem. Or just sleeping.
Where are you? Eric sent his thoughts towards the setting sun. But nothing came back.
The sun had almost gone by the time Eric heard the wings. A moment later he saw the flock of birds heading towards him across an orange sky. Soon the pigeons were circling the apartment, and then they were swarming all over him. Eric whooped for joy.
But his joy didnât last long, for there was no sign of Luke, or Einstein. Eric flapped the birds away with his arms, convinced he had to be wrong.
âWhere are they?â he cried. But the pigeons only cooed in reply.
He stood at the edge of the terrace and called to the sky. âWhere are you?â The sounds of the city were the only reply.
As the sky drifted through its evening colours, Eric waited and waited. But then, when it was nearly dark and heâd almost given up hope, he saw the silhouette of a solitary bird flying towards him.
It was Luke â and sitting up on his back was Einstein!
Eric nearly cried, he was so happy.
âYahoo!â the mouse yelled as he swooped overhead. âWeâve been to the moon and back!â
Then he did a few daring aerial tricks, twisting and turning, up side down and all around.
On the final manoeuvre, a triple somersault, Einstein lost his grip and fell. Fortunately he was just above the terrace, and Eric caught him in his cupped hands.
Einstein rolled over and winked up at the boy. âNice catch,â he said.
Eric winked back at the mouse. âPiece of cheese, mate,â he replied. And the two of them laughed out loud.
As Eric stood alone on the terrace, he could hear his parents still laughing. Theyâd never believe him, he realised as he watched the sun slowly sink. But then, he could hardly blame them. It was all quite amazing.
The strange doctor was absolutely right when he said that Einstein was priceless. Eric would have given anything to have him here right now, sitting up in his pocket or dancing on the railing or solving an impossibly difficult problem. Or just sleeping.
Where are you? Eric sent his thoughts towards the setting sun. But nothing came back.
The sun had almost gone by the time Eric heard the wings. A moment later he saw the flock of birds heading towards him across an orange sky. Soon the pigeons were circling the apartment, and then they were swarming all over him. Eric whooped for joy.
But his joy didnât last long, for there was no sign of Luke, or Einstein. Eric flapped the birds away with his arms, convinced he had to be wrong.
âWhere are they?â he cried. But the pigeons only cooed in reply.
He stood at the edge of the terrace and called to the sky. âWhere are you?â The sounds of the city were the only reply.
As the sky drifted through its evening colours, Eric waited and waited. But then, when it was nearly dark and heâd almost given up hope, he saw the silhouette of a solitary bird flying towards him.
It was Luke â and sitting up on his back was Einstein!
Eric nearly cried, he was so happy.
âYahoo!â the mouse yelled as he swooped overhead. âWeâve been to the moon and back!â
Then he did a few daring aerial tricks, twisting and turning, up side down and all around.
On the final manoeuvre, a triple somersault, Einstein lost his grip and fell. Fortunately he was just above the terrace, and Eric caught him in his cupped hands.
Einstein rolled over and winked up at the boy. âNice catch,â he said.
Eric winked back at the mouse. âPiece of cheese, mate,â he replied. And the two of them laughed out loud.
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