The Legend of the Loch Ness Lilo
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I looked up from what I was doing (swapping swimming caps round – I reckoned I preferred having a red head to an egg-head or bush-head).
‘What’s wrong, Thing?’ I asked, glancing up from fitting the white rubber over the trampoline tin. ‘You’re home, sweet home!’
Thing looked as squished as the icing, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re stuck inside a sweaty sports hold-all for the whole of a party.
‘Peh,’ muttered Thing, now scrambling inside the Mystery Machine van, and sitting with its furry back to us.
Jackson – who’d started eating the cake since it was going spare – frowned at me.
‘Maybe I could cheer it up?’ he mumbled with his mouth full, while grabbing a can of Coke he’d nabbed from the party. ‘I could burp a song it liked!’
Of course a suggestion like that deserved to be ignored, so that’s what I did.
‘Thing,’ I said softly, getting down on my hands and knees so my face was at van-level. ‘Please tell us what’s wrong!’
‘Not like monsterer looking at me!’ it mumbled.
‘The print-out!’ I said, straightening up and pointing to the laminated cartoon of the Loch Ness You-Know-What.
‘Sorry, Thing!’ said Jackson, reaching over and snatching the picture off the skinny branch with a twang. ‘I didn’t know it would frighten you so much. I just thought you’d think it was cool. But see – it’s gone now!’
Thing swizzled round, with a wary peek at where the picture wasn’t.
‘And I sorry,’ it purred, rubbing its paws together, ‘for troublings I make at poo party …’
DON’T I glowered at Jackson, before he burst out laughing.
‘OK,’ he said, swallowing his sniggers. ‘If we’re all saying sorry, then I want to say sorry I told you that your head looked like a ping-pong ball in swimming lessons, Ruby!’
‘Oh! Thank you!’ I said in surprise.
Jackson apologising for being a big baboon didn’t happen very often. About as often as ducks go moo.
‘Though it WAS better than the dumb flowery hat you had on today,’ he added, annoyingly.
I huffed for a second, but knew he had a point. I didn’t suit looking like a bush.
‘And sorry I said you were a know-it-all, and all that stuff,’ he added with a shrug. ‘I guess you are kind of smart and sensible and whatever …’
It was a bit rambly, but I was still touched. Maybe it was time I added a sorry of my own?
‘Well, I’m sorry if I ever sound bossy,’ I told him.
As Jackson and I grinned at each other, Thing scuttled on to my lap, threw itself star-shaped against my belly and squeezed me tight.
‘Er, what are you doing?’ I asked it.
‘Rubby and Boy happy. I happy. So I genorrr you,’ it purred so loudly it made my tummy rumble.
‘Hold on; this is what you thought “ignoring” meant?’ I asked, remembering that evening I marched all miserable and mumfy up the garden.
‘It not this?’ Thing purred in surprise.
‘No! Ignoring means pretending someone isn’t there,’ I explained.
‘Oh!’ squeaked Thing. ‘I thought it sound like nice word. Like a huggy word.’
‘Hey, you me and Thing – let’s ALL genorrr each other!’ announced Jackson.
And with that, he threw his arms around us both in a big bear hug, which was kind of embarrassing and kind of, well, nice.
(*Yeah – same as Jackson will never be annoying and Thing will never, ever do a single speck more rubbish magic. In my dreams!!)
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