A Midsummer Tight's Dream Read Free

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    I don’t know what to say to that because she hugged me again and my mouth was in her muffler.
    When we got back to Dandelion Cottage the twins’ present turned out to be some bits of feather stuck into a potato.
    Max said, “Fevver man for ooo.”
    Lovely.
    Also there was a postcard addressed to me care of the Dobbinses. It was from Honey! It just said:
    Dear Tallulah ,
Something WEALLY exciting has happened!!!! See you when I get there on Wednesday and tell you all about it!!!
    Honey xxx
    It didn’t really say “weally” on the postcard, but I could hear her voice in my head.
    I wonder what she means?
    Maybe she’s got five boyfriends now?!
    I took my luggage (and “Fevver man”) up into my room while Dibdobs went to make some tea.
    So here I am back in my old squirrel room. Sitting on my wooden bed with the squirrel carved into the bedhead. With my feather potato. I’ve brought back my squirrel slippers, the ones that Dibdobs gave me when I first came. She said they were to make me feel at home.
    Which they would have done, had my home been in an oak tree.
    I put the squirrel slippers into the bed for company. Well, one looks like a squirrel and the other one looks like a hamster. My brother, Connor, set fire to one of the tail bits so it’s just a stump.
    I looked around at the familiar carved wooden wardrobe (acorn theme) and the wooden dressing table (with the carved squirrel legs) and the wooden, well, everything really. You name it, if it was in the room, it was wooden.
    But wood was OK. Everything was OK.
    I put my case on the bed and started to unpack. Georgia and her Ace Gang helped me choose cool things to suit my shape. Like dark tights and bright little skirts. And hats. The Ace Gang said I needed to de-emphasize my bad bits (nobbly knees) and emphasize my good bits (catty eyes and nice swishy black hair). Georgia said to distract boys from my knee area I should swish my hair almost constantly. (Although not to fiddle with my fringe, because she personally thought that was a killing offense.)
    I hung all my stuff in the wooden wardrobe.
    I even have a special underwear drawer. With bras in it. Oh yes!
    Yes, I now officially wear corker holders.
    And what’s more, I have corkers to put in them!!
    I’ve got the tiniest corker appliances you can get (30A), but I have high hopes for a growth spurt when I start tap-dancing my way to the top of the showbiz ladder. Not that I can tap-dance, but I could do something on the ladder, I’m sure. It’s just a question of finding it and not falling off the ladder in the meantime. Even though you can’t see the ladder.
    Ooh, it will be so nice to see little Vaisey again and her cheeky bottom and all my new arty mates.
    I’m putting my new shiny, fruity performance-art notebook under my pillow for when I come up with more whizzo creative projects. I can’t wait to see Dr. Lightowler’s face when she has to hand me my golden slippers of applause.
    She doesn’t like me. I don’t know why. It was after I did my “owl-laying-an-egg” mime in her class. I think she took against me then.
    Maybe she thought I was pretending to be her because she looks like an owl. She said I was silly and shouldn’t be at Dother Hall.
    But Dr. Owly is in for a surprise when she gets to see how unsilly I can be.
    I’m going to put my corker-measuring tape measure in my corker-holder drawer, next to my corker holders.
    I wonder if my corkers have grown since I last measured them?
    I did a sneaky measuring in the lavatory on the train, which is only about three hours ago, but growing could happen any time, couldn’t it?
    It could happen the minute after you took the corker-measuring tape measure away.
    Anyway, I am not going to risk doing a measure. It would be just my luck for the lunatic twins to come barging in.
    Last term, unfortunately I tried my method in front of the window. And Cain Hinchcliff was out there in the undergrowth, snogging some village girl, and