âFor goodnesssake!â he says. âParcels get thrown all over the place! The rabbitâs bones will get broken!â
Fridz says nothing for a few seconds. That is unusual for her. She must be thinking. And if sheâs thinking, then probably sheâll say something. But what?
âSo,â she says at last, âwhy does it sometimes say Fragile on parcels? What do you think? Obviously because breakable things are being transported. Even things made of glass. And if glass can be transported in boxes, then thereâs no fear of the Belgian here.â
She kicks the box again. Then she disappears and the two Konrads look at each other.
âSee!â says the old one. âThere you go.â
âHmm,â says the new one.
For a moment, it looks as if they are going to have a row. But then they both decide to work together. Because for the next bit, you need to have your wits about you.
Five minutes later, Fridz is back in the garage. She has painted an enormous label saying Fragile but it hasnât got any little hearts on it. She sticks the label on the box with sticky tape.
Konrad tries again. âBut itâs so far to the post office,â he says. âAll the way to the supermarket. Weâll never make it.â
âOf course we will,â says Fridz. âJust you wait and see.â
She signals to Konrad and the two of them carry the box out of the garage into the garden.
âSo,â says Fridz. âYouâre whacked already, are you?â
Konrad looks around him. This is not a garden anyway. On either side there are gardens, with shrubs and little trees,just like in the Bantelmann garden and in the gardens of the neighbours of number 17a. And just like there, the new lawns are starting to grow. The new lawn, on which for ages and ages no one was allowed to walk. But here in the middle, where the garden of number 28b ought to be, there is nothing but a hilly lunar landscape of thick black earth. Here and there are plants that Mum Bantelmann would certainly call weeds, and further back you can see quite clearly the caterpillar tracks of a bulldozer or a digger. Atrocious!
Or maybe not. Konrad imagines what a good place this would be for playing Landing on an Unknown Planet. Or Digging for Treasure on a Desert Island.
âDonât gape like that!â says Fridz. âThe people next door do enough of that.â
But itâs a nice garden.
âIf Henri doesnât manage to get a gardener soon,â she says, âtheyâll send us one of those notices about prohibited seed dispersal.â
âBecause â¦?â
âBecause our weeds will start growing next door too. Man!â says Fridz. âForget the stupid garden. Look here!â
Oh, right. On the patio thereâs a wooden trolley just big enough to fit the Flemish Giant box on. And thatâs what is going to happen.
Thereâs no going back now, thinks Konrad.
Fridz gives a signal, and together they lift the box onto the trolley.
âNow we need to go out on the road,â says Fridz. âYou pull. And Iâll watch out.â
Konrad pulls. The wheels of the little wooden trolley squeak horribly. But he hardly hears it. What is he like! heâs thinking. A fairly large boy pulling a squeaking trolley with a big red box on it. Not to mention the big yellow bow.
Now theyâre on the road. Did the flowery net curtains of number 27b move? Lena and Lisa! Or Lara and Lana? Not that it matters. Konrad has the extremely unpleasant sensation that he is making a total fool of himself.
âWatch where youâre going!â says Fridz. âHead up! Veer right a bit. And get a move on!â
When they arrive at a point where they could be seen from number 17a, Konrad wishes he could disappear into thin air, but luckily no one is looking. In fact, the whole Dransfeld is like a morgue.
After a fairly strenuous half hour, they finally arrive at the
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