bad,” he said, sniffing it.
“It’s not too good either,” Edward said, whiffing it.
“Hhmm!” I said.
Then came tea time. And what did we have? Blackberry soup to start, followed by fish and blackberries instead of peas, and our pudding was ice cream and blackberries, again. And with our meal we had more mashed, crushed, scrushed blackberries which Mum strained into a jug to make blackberry juice.
“Mum, not more blackberries,” I said, dismayed when I saw our tea.
“Yeah, not more blackberries,” Anthony agreed.
“Oh no! Not more blackberries,” said Edward.
We’d all had enough of blackberries for a while.
“I’m not letting good blackberries go to waste and I’m not going to let them spoil and rot in their baskets either,” Mum said, her hands on her hips. “So we’ll carry on eating the blackberries until they’re all finished.”
“All four baskets?” we asked.
“ALL four baskets,” Mum replied.
Yuk!
Mum went into the kitchen to get some more blackberry juice.
“See what you’ve done, Maxine.” Anthony frowned at me.
“Yeah, we’ll be eating rotten blackberries until Christmas,” said Edward.
“My plan worked though,” I replied.“We did pick more blackberries than anyone else.”
“So what?” Anthony said. “Your plan was mega-stinky.”
“Yeah! Seriously mega-stinky,” Edward agreed.
Being a superhero is definitely very hard work!
Extra Special Scary
“Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!” I cackled.
I was practising being a witch for Hallowe’en. We were going to my cousin Jayne’s Hallowe’en party.
“You don’t look scary at all,” Anthony said. He was dressed in a ghost costume which was just a sheet with two eye holes cut out of it. “I’m more scary than you. I’m a good ghost. Oooooh! Oooooooooh!”
“I’m the most scary of all,” Edward argued.
He was dressed as a Hallowe’en pumpkin.
“What sort of noise does a Hallowe’en pumpkin make?” Edward asked.
I thought for a moment.
“I’m not sure.” I frowned. “I’m not sure it makes a noise at all. If it does I expect it’s a kind of whee-squiiish, whee-squiiish sound.”
“Whee-squiiish! Whee-squiiish!” Edward said. Then he complained, “That doesn’t sound very scary.”
Mum came into the kitchen.
“You all look very good.” She smiled.
“But do we look scary?” I asked.
“Yeah! Really scary?” said Anthony.
“Extra special scary?” asked Edward.
“Er . . . you look . . . very good,” Mum replied.
But not scary! Mum must have seen our faces drop.
“The only reason you don’t look scary to me is because I made your costumes,”Mum said quickly. “None of you could ever be scary to me. Cheer up, you three. We’re going to Jayne’s party soon. I’ll just get Jayne’s presents from the living room and then we’ll set off.”
“We’re not scary,” Anthony wailed as soon as Mum left the kitchen.
“Not scary at all,” howled Edward.
“We could be scary . . .” I began.
“How?” asked Anthony.
“Yeah, how?” said Edward.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “But I think this is a job for Girl Wonder and . . .”
“The Terrific Twins,” said my brothers. And we all spun around until the kitchen dipped and dived around us.
“Do you have a plan, Girl Wonder?” Anthony asked.
“A good plan, please!” Edward added quickly.
I thought and thought. Then I had a wonderful idea. But then my ideas are always wonderful. (Which is why I don’t understand why they often get us into a lot of trouble. This one wouldn’t though. Mum would like this one!)
“Mum says that we don’t frighten her, but if we could make her jump, that would prove that we’re super-duper scary. The scariest!” I said.
“So what should we do to make her jump?” Anthony asked.
“Drop an ice-cube down her back?” Edward suggested.
“I don’t think she’d like that, somehow.” I shook my head.
“How about if we drop a worm down her back?” Anthony said,
“It’s not too good either,” Edward said, whiffing it.
“Hhmm!” I said.
Then came tea time. And what did we have? Blackberry soup to start, followed by fish and blackberries instead of peas, and our pudding was ice cream and blackberries, again. And with our meal we had more mashed, crushed, scrushed blackberries which Mum strained into a jug to make blackberry juice.
“Mum, not more blackberries,” I said, dismayed when I saw our tea.
“Yeah, not more blackberries,” Anthony agreed.
“Oh no! Not more blackberries,” said Edward.
We’d all had enough of blackberries for a while.
“I’m not letting good blackberries go to waste and I’m not going to let them spoil and rot in their baskets either,” Mum said, her hands on her hips. “So we’ll carry on eating the blackberries until they’re all finished.”
“All four baskets?” we asked.
“ALL four baskets,” Mum replied.
Yuk!
Mum went into the kitchen to get some more blackberry juice.
“See what you’ve done, Maxine.” Anthony frowned at me.
“Yeah, we’ll be eating rotten blackberries until Christmas,” said Edward.
“My plan worked though,” I replied.“We did pick more blackberries than anyone else.”
“So what?” Anthony said. “Your plan was mega-stinky.”
“Yeah! Seriously mega-stinky,” Edward agreed.
Being a superhero is definitely very hard work!
Extra Special Scary
“Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!” I cackled.
I was practising being a witch for Hallowe’en. We were going to my cousin Jayne’s Hallowe’en party.
“You don’t look scary at all,” Anthony said. He was dressed in a ghost costume which was just a sheet with two eye holes cut out of it. “I’m more scary than you. I’m a good ghost. Oooooh! Oooooooooh!”
“I’m the most scary of all,” Edward argued.
He was dressed as a Hallowe’en pumpkin.
“What sort of noise does a Hallowe’en pumpkin make?” Edward asked.
I thought for a moment.
“I’m not sure.” I frowned. “I’m not sure it makes a noise at all. If it does I expect it’s a kind of whee-squiiish, whee-squiiish sound.”
“Whee-squiiish! Whee-squiiish!” Edward said. Then he complained, “That doesn’t sound very scary.”
Mum came into the kitchen.
“You all look very good.” She smiled.
“But do we look scary?” I asked.
“Yeah! Really scary?” said Anthony.
“Extra special scary?” asked Edward.
“Er . . . you look . . . very good,” Mum replied.
But not scary! Mum must have seen our faces drop.
“The only reason you don’t look scary to me is because I made your costumes,”Mum said quickly. “None of you could ever be scary to me. Cheer up, you three. We’re going to Jayne’s party soon. I’ll just get Jayne’s presents from the living room and then we’ll set off.”
“We’re not scary,” Anthony wailed as soon as Mum left the kitchen.
“Not scary at all,” howled Edward.
“We could be scary . . .” I began.
“How?” asked Anthony.
“Yeah, how?” said Edward.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “But I think this is a job for Girl Wonder and . . .”
“The Terrific Twins,” said my brothers. And we all spun around until the kitchen dipped and dived around us.
“Do you have a plan, Girl Wonder?” Anthony asked.
“A good plan, please!” Edward added quickly.
I thought and thought. Then I had a wonderful idea. But then my ideas are always wonderful. (Which is why I don’t understand why they often get us into a lot of trouble. This one wouldn’t though. Mum would like this one!)
“Mum says that we don’t frighten her, but if we could make her jump, that would prove that we’re super-duper scary. The scariest!” I said.
“So what should we do to make her jump?” Anthony asked.
“Drop an ice-cube down her back?” Edward suggested.
“I don’t think she’d like that, somehow.” I shook my head.
“How about if we drop a worm down her back?” Anthony said,
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