it was a real effort. He would spend most of the day asleep in his
basket, dreaming his dreams.
Nick watched him that morning as he ate his
cornflakes before he went off to school. It was
the last day before half-term. Old Station was
growling in his sleep as he often did and his
whiskers were twitching.
‘He’s chasing cats in his dreams,’ said Grandma.
‘Hurry up, Nick, else you’ll be late.’ She gave him
his satchel and packed lunch, and Nick called out
‘Goodbye’ to Old Station and ran off down
the road.
It was a windy
autumn morning
with the leaves
falling all around
him. Before he got
to school he caught
twenty-six of them
in mid-air and that
was more than he’d
ever caught before. By
the end of the day the leaves
were piled as high
as his ankles in
the gutters, and
Nick scuffled
through
them on
the way
back home,
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