Thomas Kindercook and the Pink Pyjamas
Page 38
“Sammuel! Is that you? It can't be!”
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Thomas was suffering from severe disorientation as the ground solidified under his feet. The form of an elderly gentleman emerged out of thin air, and finally formed into the familiar figure that Thomas knew and loved.
“THOMAS!”
Thomas' sudden appearance out of thin air had obviously had a severe affect on his poor old grandfather. Thomas hadn't really thought this through all that carefully, he should have figured out a way to send word ahead. Then his grandfather said something that made no sense.
“Sammuel! Is that you? It can't be!”
Thomas looked around quickly. There, standing beside him was a boy of perhaps ten. At first Thomas was confused, then he realized he had dragged Sammuel along with him somehow and he was young again. Why would that be?
“I'm sorry Sammuel, I didn't mean to bring you along!” Thomas apologized.
Someone behind him coughed.
Thomas turned around to look. There stood Alanna, looking every bit as beautiful as she always had, and not a year younger or older. There also was a familiar looking young man standing next to her. Tretchbolt? A much, much younger version of him at least. Things couldn't have been more messed up. Good lord! He had brought everyone! Victor!? Thomas didn't see the evil old man anywhere. Maybe it had only been his friends that had been dragged along.
“Thomas? What have you done?!” Alanna stood there tapping her foot with her arms crossed. He often wondered how she could pull off looking so young and so old both at the same time.
Thomas groaned. “I don't know, somehow I brought you all along with me. I am sorry, I will try to figure out how it happened and send you back.”
“Thomas? What's going on?” The old man looked so confused and overjoyed at the same time that Thomas didn't know where to begin.
“I think you better sit down Grandpa. It's a long story.”
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The snow swirled as it came down on Alberts Street and Fourth. It was late in the evening, and the only sound to hear was the light tinkling sound the snow made as it fell. The Chinese food take-out shop had closed for the night, and even the pub had shut its doors due to the weather. The few intermittent street lights illuminated the empty streets. Almost empty streets.
In the middle of the intersection at Alberts and Fourth, a young child stood in the snow, blinking and confused at his surroundings. He was no more than six, or seven. The clothing he wore didn't fit in with the weather, or even with the time period for that matter. He shivered against the occasional gale that blew the snow into his face.
Surely this must be a dream. What manner of place was this? And what had happened to him? He had shrunk! At least his clothes seemed to still fit.
Victor spun about in a daze. He was free, but he had never felt so lost in his entire life.
The End of Book One in the Kindercook Series.
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