Chapter 5
William was feeling bored. This latest idea of his to join
the R.H.S. was turning out to be rather boring.
So far, Sara Botheringam announced that she had an idea for a
very big garden and had stared a public funding for it. The secretary, a rather
short kind of person with large spectacles, declared that the tire tracks would
make very good flower beds which everyone liked the idea of except Sara who commented
that
‘you can only have a
flower bed if it’s properly dug! Flower beds can’t just be put were there’s a
hole.’
At that moment everyone who had their hands up stared, then hastily
put them down again. There was then silence as the head gardener got up and
complained about the weeds. Everyone listened closely as he said that a new
kind of weed killer should be made so it didn’t kill the flowers. Farther discussions
continued on whether it would be easier to make a vaccine for the chosen plants
instead, so you could use normal weed killer instead. This developed in to an animated
discussion with both sides firing plant seeds, pencils and paper clips at each
other the ‘conversation’ was brought to close when the weed killer expert said
that if they didn’t be quiet he wouldn’t make either for them.
Then the two hours of meeting finished and everyone departed
quickly. William went home and had a quick thinking session in the bath tub.
Why did the head gardener want new weed killer could that have something to do
with the vandalism? Or perhaps the bank? Ether way, William still had quite
some investigating to do. He was just getting out of the bath when he
remembered something that could stop simple things from happening right now, before
his very eyes. He yawned, reached in to the bath tub and pulled out his rubber
duck.
Chapter6
The time was 05:30 and William was
quite happily asleep when the phone rang. William yawned and then picked up the
receiver. In an instant a long stream of shouts vibrated thought the ear piece
and William nearly fell over backwards and he tried to make sense of the
screaming which was shooting down the wire at what seamed to be 2000 miles an
hour. Translated from its less understandable form, the message was that more
tyre tracks had appeared and in the flowerer beds there was a great big hole.
It would also appear that this was a problem. When William got there, he discovered
that there was [funnily another] a very big hole in the flowerer beds, just
were the mud had been yesterday. William stared at the hole, it was about 3’ by
2’ and fairly deep. Everyone was there, the head gardener, Sara Botheringam,
the car expert and the chief inspector. Everyone was looking fairly shocked
except Sara who was looking rather faint. The new tyre tracks were the same as
before but this time they didn’t go to the bed but stopped 10 feet away.
William examined the ground quite closely. It was then that he noticed there
where slight dimples on the grass, on closer examination, they turned out to be
foot prints and, every now and then, there was a large, rectangle muddy patch
on the grass next to the foot prints. The tyre tracks were a bit odd though,
because right at the end was a dip and there were some more foot prints on the
grass were the car had to be pushed out of the mud again. Then it started raining
and the little droplets began to fall in to the hole and before to long, there
was a little puddle at the bottom of the hole. The head gardener picked up his
wheel barrow and walked off whistling happily all though not all that
tunefully. Then William had a thought that made his blood run cold just to think
of it. It was half past twelve and he haden’t had lunch yet.
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