shout down the hole.
Jacob looks up at me, mournfully. âI would if I could,â he says. His little arms flap on either side, heâs powerless against her. I almost feel sorry for him.
âHere,â calls Eric. âTake this.â He pushes something through the rafters. âIâll come round to the front of the house.â
âIs that my fairy bedspread youâre destroying, Tom?â Tillyâs voice floats up.
I sling the bedspread over the penguin and the planet. Four ropes hang down from the corners. Jupiter drops slightly, as if the weight of the blanket is just enough to stop it flying away. I throw the ropes over the front of the house.
Phew.
CRACK.
As if someoneâs just pumped it full of fresh helium, the planet bounces back up at me.
NO!
I press both my hands into Tillyâs fairy bedspread, and they sink into the surface. It feels utterly strange, like a vast lump of frozen candyfloss. Swelling, frozen candyfloss.
âHurry up!â I shout.
Thereâs shouting and banging and screams from Tilly and doors slamming below and then Eric yells up at me from the garden. âWeâve got a ladder â hang on!â
The ropes stretch and the planet starts to slide neatly out of the attic and over the last few shattered tiles. It teeters on the edge of the roof.
âWoah!â shouts Eric. âThatâs big â thatâs mega big.â
Heâs right. The planetâs grown massively in the last few minutes and is now about the size of a small hot air balloon. Itâs pulling upwards like a hot air balloon too, but we donât have any of those net things that they hang over balloons, or a handy basket or a licence to fly large round things over Devon.
My arms ache from pushing it downwards, and the bedspreadâs starting to crack from the cold.
âMOO!â
Eric, Grandma and a random cow stare up at me. Eric and Grandma hang on to the ropes, but Grandmaâs feet have already left the ground.
Thereâs shouting, and a squeal from Tilly, and Jacob rushes out into the garden, the torn babygro flapping around his feet. He grabs the end of another rope and immediately his feet bounce over the miniature war memorial.
We need more help or more weight.
Mum and Dad?
But Mumâs stuck in the disappearing cabinet, and Dadâs crashing about trying to get her out.
I look down. âTilly!â
Her face appears through the hole. âWhat!â
âGet a blanket from the sofa and hand it up to me, quick.â
âNo. Iâm tidying my bedroom.â
âCome on, Tilly, please.â
âWhatâs it worth?â
âTilly!â shouts Grandma from below. âGo and get the big quilt off my bed. Now!â
âHey!â shouts Jacob. âMy feet are off the ground. Iâm flying!â
Thereâs an age of silence and then I hear thumping from the room below and Tilly opens her window. Sheâs got Grandmaâs giant patchwork quilt. She wonât hurry; sheâs sulking, I can tell from the way she moves. Sheâs gazing out at Jacob like he was the sweetie she lost.
CRACK.
The planet swells again, and my feet bounce on the roof.
âTilly! Hand it up here.â
âNo!â
CRACK.
âPlease.â
âI wonât. Youâre silly,â and she pulls her head back in and goes back into her room.
âJacob!â I shout at him. âDo something, please.â
âWhat?â
âShe loves you. She thinks youâre a giant baby â do something.â
âYouâve got to be joking. Why would I do that?â
âBecause you might just want to do the right thing. Because you might want to play a part in saving the planet?â
Thereâs a long silence while we pant and tug and scrabble, trying to hold Jupiter in check.
âBecause that would make me a nicer person?â
âIt would.â
I can practically hear his brain
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