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Blade Mr.DK
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Terry Crotter and the Will users stone
Nearly ten years had passes since the Burnsleys had woken up to find their nphew on the front step, but Divet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Burnsleys' front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Burnsley had heard that fateful news about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantlepiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been alot of pictures of what looked like a large pink gargoyle wearing different-coloured hobbe hats - but Buddy Burnsley was no longer a baby, and now Barnums photographs showed a large, blonde boy riding his first horse, on a roundabout at the fair, playing chase the stick with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
Yet Terry Crotter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Peruna was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
'Up! Get up! Now!'
Terry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
'Up!' she screeched. Terry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of a pot being put on the fire. He rolled on to his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying unicorn in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
Nearly ten years had passes since the Burnsleys had woken up to find their nphew on the front step, but Divet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Burnsleys' front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Burnsley had heard that fateful news about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantlepiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been alot of pictures of what looked like a large pink gargoyle wearing different-coloured hobbe hats - but Buddy Burnsley was no longer a baby, and now Barnums photographs showed a large, blonde boy riding his first horse, on a roundabout at the fair, playing chase the stick with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
Yet Terry Crotter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Peruna was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
'Up! Get up! Now!'
Terry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
'Up!' she screeched. Terry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of a pot being put on the fire. He rolled on to his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying unicorn in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
