1 StoryBytes Level 9 #1-10 1. Bart and Orville p1, p2, p3, p4The Rabbit p1, p2, p3, p4 3. A Long Lost Father p1, p2, p3, p4 4. Tim’s Torment p1, p2, p3, p4 5. Baby Hoatzin p1, p2, p3, p4 6. The Washing Machine p1, p2, p3, p4 7. Do what you are told p1, p2, p3, p4 8. Pet Problems p1, p2, p3, p4 Princess Penelope p1, p2, p3, p4 10. Sam p1, p2, p3, p4

2 Orville was an exceptional cat. StoryByte #1 Bart and Orville L Page 1 Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Every day when Bart arrived home from school, Orville would be waiting in the tree overhanging the driveway. He would pounce, screeching manically, and the two of them would collapse on the ground in a wild no-holds-barred play fight. And when Bart collapsed into his bean bag to watch the cartoon channel on TV after another day of exhausting mental activity at school, Orville always curled up on his head, purring loudly. Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Every day when Bart arrived home from school, Orville would be waiting in the tree overhanging the driveway. He would pounce, screeching manically, and the two of them would collapse on the ground in a wild no-holds-barred play fight. And when Bart collapsed into his bean bag to watch the cartoon channel on TV after another day of exhausting mental activity at school, Orville always curled up on his head, purring loudly. They both seemed blissfully happy with that arrangement. Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Every day when Bart arrived home from school, Orville would be waiting in the tree overhanging the driveway. He would pounce, screeching manically, and the two of them would collapse on the ground in a wild no-holds-barred play fight. Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Every day when Bart arrived home from school, Orville would be waiting in the tree overhanging the driveway. He would pounce, screeching manically, and the two of them would collapse on the ground in a wild no-holds-barred play fight. And when Bart collapsed into his bean bag to watch the cartoon channel on TV after another day of exhausting mental activity at school, Orville always curled up on his head, purring loudly. They both seemed blissfully happy with that arrangement. Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Every day when Bart arrived home from school, Orville would be waiting in the tree overhanging the driveway. Orville was an exceptional cat. Orville was an exceptional cat. From the very first day, as a small innocuous bundle of fur curled up in a basket at the foot of Bart's bed, Orville had displayed an eccentric personality. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

3 StoryByte #1 Bart and Orville L9 Page 2Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. He was without fear and never thought for a moment about the return journey. There was the time Bart's mum arrived at the supermarket to find Orville clinging desperately to the car roof with a wild glazed look in his eyes, fur sleeked against his body from the speed of the ride. Then there was the time he was caught napping in the tumble dryer. He emerged after what was fortuitously a slow, warm cycle, with a look of complete satisfaction on his face. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. He was without fear and never thought for a moment about the return journey. There was the time Bart's mum arrived at the supermarket to find Orville clinging desperately to the car roof with a wild glazed look in his eyes, fur sleeked against his body from the speed of the ride. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. He was without fear and never thought for a moment about the return journey. There was the time Bart's mum arrived at the supermarket to find Orville clinging desperately to the car roof with a wild glazed look in his eyes, fur sleeked against his body from the speed of the ride. Then there was the time he was caught napping in the tumble dryer. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. He was without fear and never thought for a moment about the return journey. There was the time Bart's mum arrived at the supermarket to find Orville clinging desperately to the car roof with a wild glazed look in his eyes, fur sleeked against his body from the speed of the ride. Then there was the time he was caught napping in the tumble dryer. He emerged after what was fortuitously a slow, warm cycle, with a look of complete satisfaction on his face. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. Coupled with his fierce loyalty for Bart was Orville's outrageous inquisitiveness. Many, many times he had to be rescued from the most improbable predicaments. He was without fear and never thought for a moment about the return journey. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

4 StoryByte #1 Bart and Orville L9 Page 3It was fitting, therefore, that when his time was prematurely terminated by a distracted motorist, Bart wanted to do something to commemorate his eccentric life. After a respectful period of mourning, Bart began work on the transformation. Many may think that there is something perverse about stuffing a beloved cat and converting it into a high-tech remote controlled helicopter. But Bart was sure that Orville would have given the idea his unqualified stamp of approval. It was fitting, therefore, that when his time was prematurely terminated by a distracted motorist, Bart wanted to do something to commemorate his eccentric life. It was fitting, therefore, that when his time was prematurely terminated by a distracted motorist, Bart wanted to do something to commemorate his eccentric life. After a respectful period of mourning, Bart began work on the transformation. Many may think that there is something perverse about stuffing a beloved cat and converting it into a high-tech remote controlled helicopter. It was fitting, therefore, that when his time was prematurely terminated by a distracted motorist, Bart wanted to do something to commemorate his eccentric life. After a respectful period of mourning, Bart began work on the transformation. It was fitting, therefore, that when his time was prematurely terminated by a distracted motorist, Bart wanted to do something to commemorate his eccentric life. After a respectful period of mourning, Bart began work on the transformation. Many may think that there is something perverse about stuffing a beloved cat and converting it into a high-tech remote controlled helicopter. But Bart was sure that Orville would have given the idea his unqualified stamp of approval. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

5 StoryByte #1 Bart and Orville L9 Page 4The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Bart attached a lightweight aluminium frame for stability and installed upwards-facing propellers on each of Orville's outstretched paws. There were of course some technical problems that had to be addressed, but finally the launch day arrived and Orville lifted off. He hovered above the ground for a moment and then rose magnificently into the sky, ducking and weaving at the bidding of the controls in Bart's hands. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Bart attached a lightweight aluminium frame for stability and installed upwards-facing propellers on each of Orville's outstretched paws. There were of course some technical problems that had to be addressed, but finally the launch day arrived and Orville lifted off. He hovered above the ground for a moment and then rose magnificently into the sky, ducking and weaving at the bidding of the controls in Bart's hands. The legend of Orville the cat would live on. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Bart attached a lightweight aluminium frame for stability and installed upwards-facing propellers on each of Orville's outstretched paws. There were of course some technical problems that had to be addressed, but finally the launch day arrived and Orville lifted off. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Bart attached a lightweight aluminium frame for stability and installed upwards-facing propellers on each of Orville's outstretched paws. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Bart attached a lightweight aluminium frame for stability and installed upwards-facing propellers on each of Orville's outstretched paws. There were of course some technical problems that had to be addressed, but finally the launch day arrived and Orville lifted off. He hovered above the ground for a moment and then rose magnificently into the sky, ducking and weaving at the bidding of the controls in Bart's hands. The legend of Orville the cat would live on. The mechanics of the project were not as complicated as you would think. Orville arrived back from the taxidermists permanently spread-eagled with a wicked cat grin on his face. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

6 StoryByte #2 The Rabbit L9 Page 1The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The slope that stretched out below him was dotted with other rabbits, nibbling at the grass or hunting for a choice dandelion that had been missed. From time to time a rabbit would sit bolt upright, ears erect and nose into the wind. The slightest hint of danger would send them all scattering back into their burrows. From the rabbit’s viewpoint there was nothing that the eye could see to suggest anything but another peaceful day in the warren. The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The slope that stretched out below him was dotted with other rabbits, nibbling at the grass or hunting for a choice dandelion that had been missed. From time to time a rabbit would sit bolt upright, ears erect and nose into the wind. The slightest hint of danger would send them all scattering back into their burrows. The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The slope that stretched out below him was dotted with other rabbits, nibbling at the grass or hunting for a choice dandelion that had been missed. From time to time a rabbit would sit bolt upright, ears erect and nose into the wind. The slightest hint of danger would send them all scattering back into their burrows. From the rabbit’s viewpoint there was nothing that the eye could see to suggest anything but another peaceful day in the warren. The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The slope that stretched out below him was dotted with other rabbits, nibbling at the grass or hunting for a choice dandelion that had been missed. From time to time a rabbit would sit bolt upright, ears erect and nose into the wind. The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The rabbit paused at the entrance to his burrow, twitched his nose and sniffed the dawn. The slope that stretched out below him was dotted with other rabbits, nibbling at the grass or hunting for a choice dandelion that had been missed. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

7 But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. StoryByte #2 The Rabbit L Page 2 But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. There was no smell of ferret or weasel to suggest a predator was close by, or the warning wing flap from a hawk as it swooped for the kill. It was the silence that troubled him. Where was the bird song as the early bird caught the worm? But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. There was no smell of ferret or weasel to suggest a predator was close by, or the warning wing flap from a hawk as it swooped for the kill. It was the silence that troubled him. Where was the bird song as the early bird caught the worm? And what was that ominous rumbling that had now broken the silence and was getting closer and closer! But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. There was no smell of ferret or weasel to suggest a predator was close by, or the warning wing flap from a hawk as it swooped for the kill. It was the silence that troubled him. But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. There was no smell of ferret or weasel to suggest a predator was close by, or the warning wing flap from a hawk as it swooped for the kill. It was the silence that troubled him. Where was the bird song as the early bird caught the worm? And what was that ominous rumbling that had now broken the silence and was getting closer and closer! But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. But something wasn't right; the rabbit was edgy, nervous, ill at ease. A heavy dense fog hugged the valley but that was normal for this time of year. There was no smell of ferret or weasel to suggest a predator was close by, or the warning wing flap from a hawk as it swooped for the kill. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

8 Everyone else had heard it now. StoryByte #2 The Rabbit L Page 3 Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. His inquisitiveness overrode his concern for security. He had to know the source of this strange commotion. Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. His inquisitiveness overrode his concern for security. He had to know the source of this strange commotion. Why was the earth shaking in his peaceful valley? What was causing this grey smoke to billow into the sky and why was it getting nearer ever minute? Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. His inquisitiveness overrode his concern for security. He had to know the source of this strange commotion. Why was the earth shaking in his peaceful valley? Everyone else had heard it now. Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. His inquisitiveness overrode his concern for security. Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. His inquisitiveness overrode his concern for security. He had to know the source of this strange commotion. Why was the earth shaking in his peaceful valley? What was causing this grey smoke to billow into the sky and why was it getting nearer ever minute? Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. The rabbit didn't move from his spot. Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. Everyone else had heard it now. The feeding had stopped and the rabbits were all standing to attention, ears and eyes straining towards the knoll behind the warren where the noise came from. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, they were off, their white tails flashing as they scattered to the safety of their burrows. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

9 StoryByte #2 The Rabbit L9 Page 4Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. There was much animated discussion accompanied by the flailing of arms and large sheets of paper. One man, carrying a impressive sign, broke away from the group and began hammering it into the ground with a sledgehammer. If the rabbit had been able to read he would have realised that the simple life he knew in the rabbit warren was about to disappear forever. The sign said, "Fairview Housing Estate to be erected on this site". Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. There was much animated discussion accompanied by the flailing of arms and large sheets of paper. Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. There was much animated discussion accompanied by the flailing of arms and large sheets of paper. One man, carrying a impressive sign, broke away from the group and began hammering it into the ground with a sledgehammer. If the rabbit had been able to read he would have realised that the simple life he knew in the rabbit warren was about to disappear forever. Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. There was much animated discussion accompanied by the flailing of arms and large sheets of paper. One man, carrying a impressive sign, broke away from the group and began hammering it into the ground with a sledgehammer. If the rabbit had been able to read he would have realised that the simple life he knew in the rabbit warren was about to disappear forever. The sign said, "Fairview Housing Estate to be erected on this site". Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. There was much animated discussion accompanied by the flailing of arms and large sheets of paper. One man, carrying a impressive sign, broke away from the group and began hammering it into the ground with a sledgehammer. Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. Suddenly they were upon him; strange mechanical monsters appearing on the skyline, roaring loudly, belching smoke and lurching towards him. They ground to a halt not far from his burrow and stood there, throbbing and pulsating, gleaming with malicious intent in the morning sun. The men who rode them disembarked and congregated in a circle. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

10 StoryByte #3 A Long Lost Father L9 Page 1Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Mentally, Charlotte compared him with the photo in her handbag. Perhaps his hair, now thinned to a downy layer, had once been lush and fair. Maybe his cheeks, now cobwebbed with wrinkles, had once been smooth. Maybe in his youth he had looked like the man in the photo that had posed in front of the fountain with his arm around her mother - the man that she now knew was her father. Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Mentally, Charlotte compared him with the photo in her handbag. Perhaps his hair, now thinned to a downy layer, had once been lush and fair. Maybe his cheeks, now cobwebbed with wrinkles, had once been smooth. Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Mentally, Charlotte compared him with the photo in her handbag. Perhaps his hair, now thinned to a downy layer, had once been lush and fair. Maybe his cheeks, now cobwebbed with wrinkles, had once been smooth. Maybe in his youth he had looked like the man in the photo that had posed in front of the fountain with his arm around her mother - the man that she now knew was her father. Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Mentally, Charlotte compared him with the photo in her handbag. Perhaps his hair, now thinned to a downy layer, had once been lush and fair. Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Behind the counter, immersed in serving a customer, was a tall, slim man with a strong face. Mentally, Charlotte compared him with the photo in her handbag. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

11 StoryByte #3 A Long Lost Father L9 Page 2Trying to look inconspicuous, Charlotte slipped into the shop and, half-hidden by a bookcase, she sneaked a closer look. She was sure she saw some similarities to herself - the line of his jaw, the openness of his face, the easiness of his smile. He looked up and met her gaze. “Good morning - having a good day?" he enquired. She flushed, nodded a yes and, her nerve failing her, scuttled out of the shop as soon as it seemed decent. Trying to look inconspicuous, Charlotte slipped into the shop and, half-hidden by a bookcase, she sneaked a closer look. Trying to look inconspicuous, Charlotte slipped into the shop and, half-hidden by a bookcase, she sneaked a closer look. She was sure she saw some similarities to herself - the line of his jaw, the openness of his face, the easiness of his smile. He looked up and met her gaze. “Good morning - having a good day?" he enquired. She flushed, nodded a yes and, her nerve failing her, scuttled out of the shop as soon as it seemed decent. Trying to look inconspicuous, Charlotte slipped into the shop and, half-hidden by a bookcase, she sneaked a closer look. She was sure she saw some similarities to herself - the line of his jaw, the openness of his face, the easiness of his smile. He looked up and met her gaze. “Good morning - having a good day?" he enquired. Trying to look inconspicuous, Charlotte slipped into the shop and, half-hidden by a bookcase, she sneaked a closer look. She was sure she saw some similarities to herself - the line of his jaw, the openness of his face, the easiness of his smile. He looked up and met her gaze. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

12 StoryByte #3 A Long Lost Father L9 Page 3Seated at a cafe across the road, she scorned herself for her cowardice and contemplated her next move. Seated at a cafe across the road, she scorned herself for her cowardice and contemplated her next move. She couldn’t ignore those feelings of betrayal and anger because he had abandoned her before she was born. But she also remembered how, as a very young girl, she had spent many lonely hours sitting under the counter playing with her doll while her mother worked making made sandwiches and serving coffee, hoping that some day she would meet him. Seated at a cafe across the road, she scorned herself for her cowardice and contemplated her next move. She couldn’t ignore those feelings of betrayal and anger because he had abandoned her before she was born. Seated at a cafe across the road, she scorned herself for her cowardice and contemplated her next move. She couldn’t ignore those feelings of betrayal and anger because he had abandoned her before she was born. But she also remembered how, as a very young girl, she had spent many lonely hours sitting under the counter playing with her doll while her mother worked making made sandwiches and serving coffee, hoping that some day she would meet him. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

13 StoryByte #3 A Long Lost Father L9 Page 4Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked around and realised that the man from the shop was standing beside her. "Excuse me. You're Charlotte aren't you?" he enquired with a nervous edge in his voice. They stared at each other, enduring an impossibly uneasy silence, neither one able to look away but not knowing what to say. She had spent so much of her childhood wondering about this man, creating extravagant stories about him in her mind, and now here he was, standing right there in front of her. Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked around and realised that the man from the shop was standing beside her. "Excuse me. You're Charlotte aren't you?" he enquired with a nervous edge in his voice. They stared at each other, enduring an impossibly uneasy silence, neither one able to look away but not knowing what to say. Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked around and realised that the man from the shop was standing beside her. "Excuse me. You're Charlotte aren't you?" he enquired with a nervous edge in his voice. Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked around and realised that the man from the shop was standing beside her. "Excuse me. You're Charlotte aren't you?" he enquired with a nervous edge in his voice. They stared at each other, enduring an impossibly uneasy silence, neither one able to look away but not knowing what to say. She had spent so much of her childhood wondering about this man, creating extravagant stories about him in her mind, and now here he was, standing right there in front of her. Her internal turmoil was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked around and realised that the man from the shop was standing beside her. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

14 StoryByte #4 Tim’s Torment L9 Page 1It is shaping up as one of those days where the universe conspires against me. My mother has been inflicting vengeance on me for my heinous crimes against the family - my lack of personal hygiene, my unwillingness to clean my bedroom and my reluctance to 'feed the feline'. My Neanderthal brother Matthew has been suggesting that my new haircut would get me a role in "The Return of the Zombies". To top it off, my teacher, that person entrusted with my emotional wellbeing and personal safety while I am at school, has assigned me lunch monitor duties and I must troll the school collecting lunch orders. It is shaping up as one of those days where the universe conspires against me. My mother has been inflicting vengeance on me for my heinous crimes against the family - my lack of personal hygiene, my unwillingness to clean my bedroom and my reluctance to 'feed the feline'. My Neanderthal brother Matthew has been suggesting that my new haircut would get me a role in "The Return of the Zombies". To top it off, my teacher, that person entrusted with my emotional wellbeing and personal safety while I am at school, has assigned me lunch monitor duties and I must troll the school collecting lunch orders. It is shaping up as one of those days where the universe conspires against me. My mother has been inflicting vengeance on me for my heinous crimes against the family - my lack of personal hygiene, my unwillingness to clean my bedroom and my reluctance to 'feed the feline'. My Neanderthal brother Matthew has been suggesting that my new haircut would get me a role in "The Return of the Zombies". It is shaping up as one of those days where the universe conspires against me. My mother has been inflicting vengeance on me for my heinous crimes against the family - my lack of personal hygiene, my unwillingness to clean my bedroom and my reluctance to 'feed the feline'. It is shaping up as one of those days where the universe conspires against me. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

15 That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. StoryByte #4 Tim’s Torment L Page 2 That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. It's not as if she has me marked down for a personal vendetta. I could cope with that. It's just that any time I get close to her I get these panic attacks; all the blood in my body seems to pump to my face, my hands go as clammy as a wet fish and I lose the ability for rational speech. This is a great and terrifying dilemma for a boy who previous to last week thought that girls were a totally unnecessary add-on to the human race. That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. It's not as if she has me marked down for a personal vendetta. I could cope with that. It's just that any time I get close to her I get these panic attacks; all the blood in my body seems to pump to my face, my hands go as clammy as a wet fish and I lose the ability for rational speech. That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. It's not as if she has me marked down for a personal vendetta. I could cope with that. It's just that any time I get close to her I get these panic attacks; all the blood in my body seems to pump to my face, my hands go as clammy as a wet fish and I lose the ability for rational speech. This is a great and terrifying dilemma for a boy who previous to last week thought that girls were a totally unnecessary add-on to the human race. That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. It's not as if she has me marked down for a personal vendetta. That means a confrontation with Katherine Murphy in Room 7. It's not as if she has me marked down for a personal vendetta. I could cope with that. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

16 I have everyone's undivided and unwanted attention. StoryByte #4 Tim’s Torment L Page 3 So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. I open the door. Any thoughts of an unnoticed entry immediately dissipate. Mr Brownlie is about to launch into one of his soul destroying explanations of an obscure geometric principle and the class, desperate for any sort of reprieve, interpret my entrance as divine intervention. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. I open the door. Any thoughts of an unnoticed entry immediately dissipate. Mr Brownlie is about to launch into one of his soul destroying explanations of an obscure geometric principle and the class, desperate for any sort of reprieve, interpret my entrance as divine intervention. I have everyone's undivided and unwanted attention. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. I open the door. Any thoughts of an unnoticed entry immediately dissipate. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. I open the door. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. I open the door. Any thoughts of an unnoticed entry immediately dissipate. Mr Brownlie is about to launch into one of his soul destroying explanations of an obscure geometric principle and the class, desperate for any sort of reprieve, interpret my entrance as divine intervention. I have everyone's undivided and unwanted attention. So here I am loitering outside room 7, at the end of a circuitous route that has somehow avoided the number 7, and I know that the time for procrastination is over. My heart is giving me notice that there is something seriously out of equilibrium with my metabolism - it wants to escape from my chest. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

17 I had formulated a plan of course! StoryByte #4 Tim’s Torment L Page 4 I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. This is a classic movie moment where the camera pans in for a slow motion close up. A solitary ray of sunlight slants across the room and kisses her golden hair. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. This is a classic movie moment where the camera pans in for a slow motion close up. A solitary ray of sunlight slants across the room and kisses her golden hair. Milliseconds become minutes as she raises her eyes from her book and tosses her hair to one side. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. This is a classic movie moment where the camera pans in for a slow motion close up. A solitary ray of sunlight slants across the room and kisses her golden hair. Milliseconds become minutes as she raises her eyes from her book and tosses her hair to one side. A gentle smile flickers across her face and I am lost. I had formulated a plan of course! I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. This is a classic movie moment where the camera pans in for a slow motion close up. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. This is a classic movie moment where the camera pans in for a slow motion close up. A solitary ray of sunlight slants across the room and kisses her golden hair. Milliseconds become minutes as she raises her eyes from her book and tosses her hair to one side. A gentle smile flickers across her face and I am lost. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. There she is, resplendent in the front row. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. I had formulated a plan of course! I was to keep the eyes focussed on the wall behind the teacher's desk. But the eyes have a will of their own. They search for the object of the heart's affection. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

18 StoryByte #5 Baby Hoatzin L9 Page 1A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. From the vantage point of his scruffy nest overhanging the mangrove swamp, he looked for the source of danger. There it was, a smooth creature slithering along the tree branch towards him, its menacing, unblinking snake eyes fixed on him. He had no knowledge of the sudden death that was only seconds away, but instinct prodded him into action. He abandoned the safety of his scruffy looking nest and sidled along the branch away from the unblinking eyes of the intruder that kept sliding relentlessly towards him. A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. From the vantage point of his scruffy nest overhanging the mangrove swamp, he looked for the source of danger. There it was, a smooth creature slithering along the tree branch towards him, its menacing, unblinking snake eyes fixed on him. He had no knowledge of the sudden death that was only seconds away, but instinct prodded him into action. A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. From the vantage point of his scruffy nest overhanging the mangrove swamp, he looked for the source of danger. There it was, a smooth creature slithering along the tree branch towards him, its menacing, unblinking snake eyes fixed on him. He had no knowledge of the sudden death that was only seconds away, but instinct prodded him into action. He abandoned the safety of his scruffy looking nest and sidled along the branch away from the unblinking eyes of the intruder that kept sliding relentlessly towards him. A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. From the vantage point of his scruffy nest overhanging the mangrove swamp, he looked for the source of danger. There it was, a smooth creature slithering along the tree branch towards him, its menacing, unblinking snake eyes fixed on him. A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. A premonition roused the baby Hoatzin chick from his early morning slumber. From the vantage point of his scruffy nest overhanging the mangrove swamp, he looked for the source of danger. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

19 StoryByte #5 Baby Hoatzin L9 Page 2Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. He relinquished his grip on the branch and plummeted down. The cold, wet water was a revelation. The shock of the impact and the murky world of waving greenery and strange objects floating towards him was unnerving. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. He relinquished his grip on the branch and plummeted down. The cold, wet water was a revelation. The shock of the impact and the murky world of waving greenery and strange objects floating towards him was unnerving. Inquisitive eyes stared at him, but they were not hostile and threatening like the slithering ones he had just escaped. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. He relinquished his grip on the branch and plummeted down. The cold, wet water was a revelation. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. He relinquished his grip on the branch and plummeted down. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. Now he had reached the extremity of the tree and there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere but down into the unknown, stagnant water below him. Once again instinct guided him. He relinquished his grip on the branch and plummeted down. The cold, wet water was a revelation. The shock of the impact and the murky world of waving greenery and strange objects floating towards him was unnerving. Inquisitive eyes stared at him, but they were not hostile and threatening like the slithering ones he had just escaped. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

20 Automatic reflexes took over. StoryByte #5 Baby Hoatzin L Page 3 Automatic reflexes took over. Automatic reflexes took over. Breathing was not an option down here. He pushed against this new, wet environment with his feet and his tiny wings and headed towards the reeds by the river bank where the water ended. Automatic reflexes took over. Breathing was not an option down here. He pushed against this new, wet environment with his feet and his tiny wings and headed towards the reeds by the river bank where the water ended. Above him he could see the distorted light from sky. Automatic reflexes took over. Breathing was not an option down here. Automatic reflexes took over. Breathing was not an option down here. He pushed against this new, wet environment with his feet and his tiny wings and headed towards the reeds by the river bank where the water ended. Above him he could see the distorted light from sky. He thrust his head above the surface, bursting back out into the fresh air.   Automatic reflexes took over. Breathing was not an option down here. He pushed against this new, wet environment with his feet and his tiny wings and headed towards the reeds by the river bank where the water ended. Above him he could see the distorted light from sky. He thrust his head above the surface, bursting back out into the fresh air.   Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

21 StoryByte #5 Baby Hoatzin L9 Page 4Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. He searched the landscape and quickly located the tree that held his familiar nest. It would be difficult to get back up there but he knew he had to do it quickly. The slithery reptile had gone, frightened off by the frantic squawking from his mother who had returned to an empty nest. But he knew there would be other threats, hungry predators lurking nearby, eager to prey on a defenceless chick. Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. He searched the landscape and quickly located the tree that held his familiar nest. It would be difficult to get back up there but he knew he had to do it quickly. The slithery reptile had gone, frightened off by the frantic squawking from his mother who had returned to an empty nest. Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. He searched the landscape and quickly located the tree that held his familiar nest. It would be difficult to get back up there but he knew he had to do it quickly. Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. He searched the landscape and quickly located the tree that held his familiar nest. It would be difficult to get back up there but he knew he had to do it quickly. The slithery reptile had gone, frightened off by the frantic squawking from his mother who had returned to an empty nest. But he knew there would be other threats, hungry predators lurking nearby, eager to prey on a defenceless chick. Struggling through the dense undergrowth that clogged the river bank, he finally felt dry land under his feet. He searched the landscape and quickly located the tree that held his familiar nest. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

22 StoryByte #6 The Washing Machine L9 Page 1The washing machine grimaced as, yet again, his lid was carelessly flicked open and smashed against his control panel. He partially blamed the designer for this but you would have thought the humans could have taken more care. He was an expensive top-of-the-line model and his delicate electrical circuitry was at risk. There was no way they would treat Harvey, the 50" plasma in the lounge this way. The washing machine grimaced as, yet again, his lid was carelessly flicked open and smashed against his control panel. He partially blamed the designer for this but you would have thought the humans could have taken more care. He was an expensive top-of-the-line model and his delicate electrical circuitry was at risk. There was no way they would treat Harvey, the 50" plasma in the lounge this way. The washing machine grimaced as, yet again, his lid was carelessly flicked open and smashed against his control panel. He partially blamed the designer for this but you would have thought the humans could have taken more care. He was an expensive top-of-the-line model and his delicate electrical circuitry was at risk. The washing machine grimaced as, yet again, his lid was carelessly flicked open and smashed against his control panel. He partially blamed the designer for this but you would have thought the humans could have taken more care. The washing machine grimaced as, yet again, his lid was carelessly flicked open and smashed against his control panel. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

23 He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. StoryByte #6 The Washing Machine L Page 2 He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. Next would be the coloured clothing with the possibility of those energy sapping jeans. Then he could kick back and relax during the delicate load. That was his favourite part of the day. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. Next would be the coloured clothing with the possibility of those energy sapping jeans. Then he could kick back and relax during the delicate load. That was his favourite part of the day. He loved the delicious fragrance from the fabric softener, the leisurely pace of the fill and agitate cycles, and finally the spin that was so undemanding. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. Next would be the coloured clothing with the possibility of those energy sapping jeans. Then he could kick back and relax during the delicate load. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. Next would be the coloured clothing with the possibility of those energy sapping jeans. Then he could kick back and relax during the delicate load. That was his favourite part of the day. He loved the delicious fragrance from the fabric softener, the leisurely pace of the fill and agitate cycles, and finally the spin that was so undemanding. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. He contemplated the daily work schedule ahead of him. There would be the usual heavy duty load of towels, disagreeable socks and dirty underwear. Next would be the coloured clothing with the possibility of those energy sapping jeans. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

24 StoryByte #6 The Washing Machine L9 Page 3But what was this? The usual load PLUS two double sheets and a sleeping bag! Inevitably there would be an overload issue to contend with and he would struggle to get up to maximum revs to get the water extraction right. His belts, that he knew were starting to wear, would stretch and he was worried about the grinding sound he was starting to hear from the main bearings. Then there was the probability of an imbalance - wild flailing and lurching around until the shutdown mechanism kicked in and everything ground to a sickening halt. But what was this? But what was this? The usual load PLUS two double sheets and a sleeping bag! Inevitably there would be an overload issue to contend with and he would struggle to get up to maximum revs to get the water extraction right. His belts, that he knew were starting to wear, would stretch and he was worried about the grinding sound he was starting to hear from the main bearings. But what was this? The usual load PLUS two double sheets and a sleeping bag! Inevitably there would be an overload issue to contend with and he would struggle to get up to maximum revs to get the water extraction right. But what was this? The usual load PLUS two double sheets and a sleeping bag! But what was this? The usual load PLUS two double sheets and a sleeping bag! Inevitably there would be an overload issue to contend with and he would struggle to get up to maximum revs to get the water extraction right. His belts, that he knew were starting to wear, would stretch and he was worried about the grinding sound he was starting to hear from the main bearings. Then there was the probability of an imbalance - wild flailing and lurching around until the shutdown mechanism kicked in and everything ground to a sickening halt. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

25 The situation demanded a response. StoryByte #6 The Washing Machine L Page 4 The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. This couldn't continue – he would have to resort to the age-old remedy or face annihilation. "I can't believe it! How have I ended up with five odd socks? The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. This couldn't continue – he would have to resort to the age-old remedy or face annihilation. "I can't believe it! How have I ended up with five odd socks? This always happens when I do a big load. The situation demanded a response. The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. This couldn't continue – he would have to resort to the age-old remedy or face annihilation. "I can't believe it! How have I ended up with five odd socks? This always happens when I do a big load. I am sure that washing machine eats them just to annoy me." The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. This couldn't continue – he would have to resort to the age-old remedy or face annihilation. "I can't believe it! How have I ended up with five odd socks? This always happens when I do a big load. I am sure that washing machine eats them just to annoy me." The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. This couldn't continue – he would have to resort to the age-old remedy or face annihilation. The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. The situation demanded a response. He wasn't hard wired for confrontation but they were pushing him beyond his operating specifications. He knew they couldn't afford an expensive repair and there was always the risk of being replaced if there was an extreme mechanical failure. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

26 I used to think I knew everything. StoryByte #7 Do What You Are Told L Page 1 I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. "What will happen if I don't?" was my thought whenever I was asked to do something. When my mother delivered her ultimatum about the devastation I had created in my bedroom and my need to rectify it, I refused to comply and waited for the consequences. There were none - she tidied it herself. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. "What will happen if I don't?" was my thought whenever I was asked to do something. When my mother delivered her ultimatum about the devastation I had created in my bedroom and my need to rectify it, I refused to comply and waited for the consequences. There were none - she tidied it herself. At that moment my fear of adults and their ability to punish me disappeared. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. "What will happen if I don't?" was my thought whenever I was asked to do something. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. "What will happen if I don't?" was my thought whenever I was asked to do something. When my mother delivered her ultimatum about the devastation I had created in my bedroom and my need to rectify it, I refused to comply and waited for the consequences I used to think I knew everything. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. "What will happen if I don't?" was my thought whenever I was asked to do something. When my mother delivered her ultimatum about the devastation I had created in my bedroom and my need to rectify it, I refused to comply and waited for the consequences. There were none - she tidied it herself. At that moment my fear of adults and their ability to punish me disappeared. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. I used to think I knew everything. I hated rules and regulations. My mind was full of rebellion. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

27 I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. StoryByte #7 Do What You Are Told L Page 2 I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I easily evaded the scrutiny of the stewardess and left my iPhone on. Of course it had no impact on the operation of the aeroplane. I was further vindicated by my discovery that the internet reception at 20,000 feet was awesome. I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I easily evaded the scrutiny of the stewardess and left my iPhone on. Of course it had no impact on the operation of the aeroplane. I was further vindicated by my discovery that the internet reception at 20,000 feet was awesome. I reclined my seat and embarked on a Facebook frenzy with my friends. I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I easily evaded the scrutiny of the stewardess and left my iPhone on. Of course it had no impact on the operation of the aeroplane. I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I easily evaded the scrutiny of the stewardess and left my iPhone on. I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I was in an aeroplane preparing to take off. “Please ensure that all electronic sending and receiving devices are deactivated as these can seriously impair the navigation of the aeroplane." What was the motivation behind that request? I easily evaded the scrutiny of the stewardess and left my iPhone on. Of course it had no impact on the operation of the aeroplane. I was further vindicated by my discovery that the internet reception at 20,000 feet was awesome. I reclined my seat and embarked on a Facebook frenzy with my friends. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

28 StoryByte #7 StoryByte #7 Do What You Are Told L Page 3 A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. My eyelids were the only things that worked. Everyone around me was inert, unmoving, frozen in a stupor. The familiar drone from the engines had disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. My eyelids were the only things that worked. Everyone around me was inert, unmoving, frozen in a stupor. The familiar drone from the engines had disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a familiar sight through the window - Planet Earth!   A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. My eyelids were the only things that worked. Everyone around me was inert, unmoving, frozen in a stupor. The familiar drone from the engines had disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a familiar sight through the window - Planet Earth!   A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. My eyelids were the only things that worked. Everyone around me was inert, unmoving, frozen in a stupor. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. My eyelids were the only things that worked. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. My limbs, my entire body, refused to move. A mid-flight doze was interupted by an abrupt return to full consciousness. There was a strange luminescence in the aeroplane cabin. Glowing orbs of light were moving around seeming to communicate with each other in unintelligible hums and clicks. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

29 StoryByte #7 Do What You Are Told L9 Page 4I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. They torment us every day with horrible, invasive experiments. The battery on my phone is expiring. I have no idea whether this message will ever find its way back to earth. I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. They torment us every day with horrible, invasive experiments. The battery on my phone is expiring. I have no idea whether this message will ever find its way back to earth. But if anyone out there is reading this, be warned - DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD! I understand it all now. I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. They torment us every day with horrible, invasive experiments. The battery on my phone is expiring. I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. They torment us every day with horrible, invasive experiments. The battery on my phone is expiring. I have no idea whether this message will ever find its way back to earth. But if anyone out there is reading this, be warned - DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD! I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. They torment us every day with horrible, invasive experiments. I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. I understand it all now. Our plane was taken, commandeered by alien life forms from another galaxy. They intercepted transmissions from my cell phone and now we are imprisoned in a force field on the dark side of the moon. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

30 When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. StoryByte #8 Pet Problems L Page 1 When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. There had been the budgie that had garroted itself on the wire of the bird cage while trying to do a Houdini impersonation. Sophie, their much loved long haired cat, had come to a sticky end when she chocked to death on a massive fur ball. The newt had lasted four days before it vanished only to reappear as a shrivelled, dried up morsel in the vacuum cleaner. Their backyard was a pet cemetery, dotted with little white crosses. When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. There had been the budgie that had garroted itself on the wire of the bird cage while trying to do a Houdini impersonation. Sophie, their much loved long haired cat, had come to a sticky end when she chocked to death on a massive fur ball. When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. There had been the budgie that had garroted itself on the wire of the bird cage while trying to do a Houdini impersonation. Sophie, their much loved long haired cat, had come to a sticky end when she chocked to death on a massive fur ball. The newt had lasted four days before it vanished only to reappear as a shrivelled, dried up morsel in the vacuum cleaner. When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. There had been the budgie that had garroted itself on the wire of the bird cage while trying to do a Houdini impersonation. Sophie, their much loved long haired cat, had come to a sticky end when she chocked to death on a massive fur ball. The newt had lasted four days before it vanished only to reappear as a shrivelled, dried up morsel in the vacuum cleaner. Their backyard was a pet cemetery, dotted with little white crosses. When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. When it came to pet care, Ashley and her mother Claudine were doomed. There had been the budgie that had garroted itself on the wire of the bird cage while trying to do a Houdini impersonation. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

31 StoryByte #8 Pet Problems L9 Page 2So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. Simon and Steve appeared to be thriving for the first three weeks and Ashley and Claudine were paragons of virtue when it came to goldfish bowl cleaning. But one fateful morning it looked like the rot was setting in. In Simon’s case it was fin rot, while Steve had developed a nasty eye infection. Claudine recognised the inevitable and was resigned to flushing them down the toilet but Ashley protested loudly. So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. Simon and Steve appeared to be thriving for the first three weeks and Ashley and Claudine were paragons of virtue when it came to goldfish bowl cleaning. But one fateful morning it looked like the rot was setting in. In Simon’s case it was fin rot, while Steve had developed a nasty eye infection. So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. Simon and Steve appeared to be thriving for the first three weeks and Ashley and Claudine were paragons of virtue when it came to goldfish bowl cleaning. But one fateful morning it looked like the rot was setting in. In Simon’s case it was fin rot, while Steve had developed a nasty eye infection. Claudine recognised the inevitable and was resigned to flushing them down the toilet but Ashley protested loudly. So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. Simon and Steve appeared to be thriving for the first three weeks and Ashley and Claudine were paragons of virtue when it came to goldfish bowl cleaning. So there was great trepidation associated with their latest pet acquisition - two goldfish. Simon and Steve appeared to be thriving for the first three weeks and Ashley and Claudine were paragons of virtue when it came to goldfish bowl cleaning. But one fateful morning it looked like the rot was setting in. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

32 "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. StoryByte #7 StoryByte #8 Pet Problems L Page 3 "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." An expensive expedition to the vet identified the problem - over-cleaning of the fish bowl. In their eagerness to succeed they had overlooked the fact that goldfish thrive in their own excrement. With some additives to treat the infection and a reduced cleaning schedule (replacing just half the water once a week), the fish were gradually rehabilitated. Ashley and Claudine began to feel that indeed they were embarking on a new phase in their life with pets. "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." An expensive expedition to the vet identified the problem - over-cleaning of the fish bowl. In their eagerness to succeed they had overlooked the fact that goldfish thrive in their own excrement. With some additives to treat the infection and a reduced cleaning schedule (replacing just half the water once a week), the fish were gradually rehabilitated. "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." An expensive expedition to the vet identified the problem - over-cleaning of the fish bowl. In their eagerness to succeed they had overlooked the fact that goldfish thrive in their own excrement. With some additives to treat the infection and a reduced cleaning schedule (replacing just half the water once a week), the fish were gradually rehabilitated. Ashley and Claudine began to feel that indeed they were embarking on a new phase in their life with pets. "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." An expensive expedition to the vet identified the problem - over-cleaning of the fish bowl. In their eagerness to succeed they had overlooked the fact that goldfish thrive in their own excrement. "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." "Mum, we can’t cave in like that. We have to break this pet curse." An expensive expedition to the vet identified the problem - over-cleaning of the fish bowl. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

33 StoryByte #8 Pet Problems L9 Page 4On Sunday afternoon, Claudine carried the fish bowl over to the kitchen sink and carefully began the now well established routine of tipping out half the tank water before refilling. She shot a look across the room at Ashley and they did a mental high-five, congratulating themselves on their triumph. Unfortunately that moment of inattention proved to be fatal as the large rock sitting at the bottom of the tank succumbed to gravity and tumbled over. Simon was crushed against the glass and Steve was flushed into the sink and down the plughole. On Sunday afternoon, Claudine carried the fish bowl over to the kitchen sink and carefully began the now well established routine of tipping out half the tank water before refilling. On Sunday afternoon, Claudine carried the fish bowl over to the kitchen sink and carefully began the now well established routine of tipping out half the tank water before refilling. She shot a look across the room at Ashley and they did a mental high-five, congratulating themselves on their triumph. Unfortunately that moment of inattention proved to be fatal as the large rock sitting at the bottom of the tank succumbed to gravity and tumbled over. On Sunday afternoon, Claudine carried the fish bowl over to the kitchen sink and carefully began the now well established routine of tipping out half the tank water before refilling. She shot a look across the room at Ashley and they did a mental high-five, congratulating themselves on their triumph. On Sunday afternoon, Claudine carried the fish bowl over to the kitchen sink and carefully began the now well established routine of tipping out half the tank water before refilling. She shot a look across the room at Ashley and they did a mental high-five, congratulating themselves on their triumph. Unfortunately that moment of inattention proved to be fatal as the large rock sitting at the bottom of the tank succumbed to gravity and tumbled over. Simon was crushed against the glass and Steve was flushed into the sink and down the plughole. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

34 StoryByte #9 Princess Penelope L9 Page 1From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. As all true princesses do, she slept on an ultra deluxe Sleepyhead quadruple inner sprung mattress. Her princess wardrobe was overflowing with immaculately styled dresses for every possible royal occasion. An inescapable part of her daily schedule was to bathe in goat's milk to preserve the silky softness of her delicate royal skin. She was constantly attended by a maid whose sole purpose in life was to make sure she had everything she wanted and needed. From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. As all true princesses do, she slept on an ultra deluxe Sleepyhead quadruple inner sprung mattress. Her princess wardrobe was overflowing with immaculately styled dresses for every possible royal occasion. From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. As all true princesses do, she slept on an ultra deluxe Sleepyhead quadruple inner sprung mattress. Her princess wardrobe was overflowing with immaculately styled dresses for every possible royal occasion. An inescapable part of her daily schedule was to bathe in goat's milk to preserve the silky softness of her delicate royal skin. From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. As all true princesses do, she slept on an ultra deluxe Sleepyhead quadruple inner sprung mattress. Her princess wardrobe was overflowing with immaculately styled dresses for every possible royal occasion. An inescapable part of her daily schedule was to bathe in goat's milk to preserve the silky softness of her delicate royal skin. She was constantly attended by a maid whose sole purpose in life was to make sure she had everything she wanted and needed. From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. From the moment she was born, the king and queen made careful plans to ensure that Penelope became the ultimate princess. As all true princesses do, she slept on an ultra deluxe Sleepyhead quadruple inner sprung mattress. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

35 But Penelope despised the life of a princess. StoryByte #9 Princess Penelope L Page 2 But Penelope despised the life of a princess. There was no joy for her in learning the essential princessly arts of needlework and embroidery. Her bliss was to escape to the castle workshop where she sharpened tools and made modifications to the castle machinery. When she became overwhelmed by her royal lifestyle the only remedy was to take a chainsaw and disappear into the forest surrounding the castle. Somehow the feel of the chainsaw chewing through timber and the crash of a 30 metre tree falling to the ground soothed her boiling blood. But Penelope despised the life of a princess. But Penelope despised the life of a princess. There was no joy for her in learning the essential princessly arts of needlework and embroidery. Her bliss was to escape to the castle workshop where she sharpened tools and made modifications to the castle machinery. When she became overwhelmed by her royal lifestyle the only remedy was to take a chainsaw and disappear into the forest surrounding the castle. But Penelope despised the life of a princess. There was no joy for her in learning the essential princessly arts of needlework and embroidery. Her bliss was to escape to the castle workshop where she sharpened tools and made modifications to the castle machinery. When she became overwhelmed by her royal lifestyle the only remedy was to take a chainsaw and disappear into the forest surrounding the castle. Somehow the feel of the chainsaw chewing through timber and the crash of a 30 metre tree falling to the ground soothed her boiling blood. But Penelope despised the life of a princess. There was no joy for her in learning the essential princessly arts of needlework and embroidery. But Penelope despised the life of a princess. There was no joy for her in learning the essential princessly arts of needlework and embroidery. Her bliss was to escape to the castle workshop where she sharpened tools and made modifications to the castle machinery. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

36 StoryByte #7 StoryByte #9 Princess Penelope L Page 3 One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. She despised Miles’ weak vapid personality, his obsession with growing pansies and his ridiculous poodle Percy. He was no fun. With this grisly prospect before her, Penelope was up well before dawn. From the workshop she selected the Binford P27 (lightweight but real grunty) and headed off in search of something of great woody substance to vent on. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. She despised Miles’ weak vapid personality, his obsession with growing pansies and his ridiculous poodle Percy. He was no fun. With this grisly prospect before her, Penelope was up well before dawn. From the workshop she selected the Binford P27 (lightweight but real grunty) and headed off in search of something of great woody substance to vent on. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. She despised Miles’ weak vapid personality, his obsession with growing pansies and his ridiculous poodle Percy. He was no fun. With this grisly prospect before her, Penelope was up well before dawn. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. She despised Miles’ weak vapid personality, his obsession with growing pansies and his ridiculous poodle Percy. One day the king made an appointment for Prince Miles, in his mind a very suitable matrimonial prospect for Penelope, to come to the palace for afternoon tea. Penelope was distraught. She despised Miles’ weak vapid personality, his obsession with growing pansies and his ridiculous poodle Percy. He was no fun. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

37 StoryByte #9 Princess Penelope L9 Page 4It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. As she retraced her steps she came across a quaint cottage, nestled into an idyllic clearing, overlooking a small lake. She conjured up images of the person who lived there and what their life was like. It all seemed so alluring compared to what she had to return to. As she sidled up to the window hoping to gain some insight into the occupant, she was startled by a noise behind her... It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. As she retraced her steps she came across a quaint cottage, nestled into an idyllic clearing, overlooking a small lake. She conjured up images of the person who lived there and what their life was like. It all seemed so alluring compared to what she had to return to. It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. As she retraced her steps she came across a quaint cottage, nestled into an idyllic clearing, overlooking a small lake. She conjured up images of the person who lived there and what their life was like. It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. As she retraced her steps she came across a quaint cottage, nestled into an idyllic clearing, overlooking a small lake. She conjured up images of the person who lived there and what their life was like. It all seemed so alluring compared to what she had to return to. As she sidled up to the window hoping to gain some insight into the occupant, she was startled by a noise behind her... It was around lunchtime that Penelope, having cut a furious swath through the forest, resigned herself to the inevitable and headed back to the castle and Miles. As she retraced her steps she came across a quaint cottage, nestled into an idyllic clearing, overlooking a small lake. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

38 Sam was a scholar of history.StoryByte #10 Sam L Page 1 Sam was a scholar of history. While his peers busied themselves with the usual boyish pastimes, Sam immersed himself in books and the history channel, fascinated by the achievements of extraordinary men and women down through the ages. Once he settled on a topic or a theme he would bury himself in information and then launch into a project that would satisfy his need to apply the knowledge he had acquired. Sam was a scholar of history. While his peers busied themselves with the usual boyish pastimes, Sam immersed himself in books and the history channel, fascinated by the achievements of extraordinary men and women down through the ages. Once he settled on a topic or a theme he would bury himself in information and then launch into a project that would satisfy his need to apply the knowledge he had acquired. Sam was a scholar of history. While his peers busied themselves with the usual boyish pastimes, Sam immersed himself in books and the history channel, fascinated by the achievements of extraordinary men and women down through the ages. Sam was a scholar of history. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

39 Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. StoryByte #10 Sam L Page 2 Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. His curiosity appeased, he moved on. William Tell prompted a temporary fascination with archery. Bows were constructed and there was much practice in the backyard with arrows. Fortunately the phase passed before he found the need to move on to a human target balancing an apple on its head. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. His curiosity appeased, he moved on. William Tell prompted a temporary fascination with archery. Bows were constructed and there was much practice in the backyard with arrows. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. His curiosity appeased, he moved on. William Tell prompted a temporary fascination with archery. Bows were constructed and there was much practice in the backyard with arrows. Fortunately the phase passed before he found the need to move on to a human target balancing an apple on its head. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. His curiosity appeased, he moved on. William Tell prompted a temporary fascination with archery. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. His curiosity appeased, he moved on. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. Guy Fawkes was one notable obsession. He researched, designed and painstakingly constructed a perfectly scaled replica of the government building that Guy Fawkes tried to blow up. He then experimented with fireworks until he had the right combination ... and succeeded where Guy Fawkes had failed. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

40 StoryByte #10 Sam L Page 3 The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. His bedroom was a treasure trove of old gloomy books filled with grainy black and white photographs of bedraggled men in barbed wire enclosures. On a lighter note he watched endless reruns of Hogan's Heroes. There was great speculation amongst the family about what the outcome of this would be. It was noted that he spent a lot of time outside and his clothes were always filthy but he remained very secretive, unwilling to divulge any clues about what he was working on. The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. His bedroom was a treasure trove of old gloomy books filled with grainy black and white photographs of bedraggled men in barbed wire enclosures. On a lighter note he watched endless reruns of Hogan's Heroes. There was great speculation amongst the family about what the outcome of this would be. It was noted that he spent a lot of time outside and his clothes were always filthy but he remained very secretive, unwilling to divulge any clues about what he was working on. The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. His bedroom was a treasure trove of old gloomy books filled with grainy black and white photographs of bedraggled men in barbed wire enclosures. On a lighter note he watched endless reruns of Hogan's Heroes. There was great speculation amongst the family about what the outcome of this would be. The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. His bedroom was a treasure trove of old gloomy books filled with grainy black and white photographs of bedraggled men in barbed wire enclosures. On a lighter note he watched endless reruns of Hogan's Heroes. The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. The most recent fixation had been with World War 2 prisoner of war camps. His bedroom was a treasure trove of old gloomy books filled with grainy black and white photographs of bedraggled men in barbed wire enclosures. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only

41 StoryByte #10 Sam L Page 4 The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Their flat, beautifully manicured lawn was now a caved in bunker. The lawn was still in place but the ground had sunk two metres. Sam, in the tradition of the great POW prison breaks, had been ‘tunnelling his way to freedom' under the lawn, secretly depositing the huge amount of soil he had excavated around the section and in the council reserve next door. Unfortunately, there would be no escapes using this tunnel. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Their flat, beautifully manicured lawn was now a caved in bunker. The lawn was still in place but the ground had sunk two metres. Sam, in the tradition of the great POW prison breaks, had been ‘tunnelling his way to freedom' under the lawn, secretly depositing the huge amount of soil he had excavated around the section and in the council reserve next door. Unfortunately, there would be no escapes using this tunnel. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Their flat, beautifully manicured lawn was now a caved in bunker. The lawn was still in place but the ground had sunk two metres. Sam, in the tradition of the great POW prison breaks, had been ‘tunnelling his way to freedom' under the lawn, secretly depositing the huge amount of soil he had excavated around the section and in the council reserve next door. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Their flat, beautifully manicured lawn was now a caved in bunker. The lawn was still in place but the ground had sunk two metres. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Their flat, beautifully manicured lawn was now a caved in bunker. The mystery was resolved one morning after a particularly heavy downpour overnight. The family awoke to an extraordinary spectacle in the backyard. Click for Contents page ©SharpReading – For use by the purchaser only