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Twinkle, who had been napping in front of a blazing fire, woke with a start. “What’s that

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Twinkle, who had been napping in front of a blazing fire, woke with a start. “What’s that swishing sound?” she asked Charlie, who had been sleeping on the back of her old ratty armchair. Charlie yawned and rubbed his eyes with his tiny paws. “I slept so well,” he moaned. “You always sleep well, Charlie,” Twinkle said. Whoosh. Whoosh. What a strange noise, Twinkle thought. Whoosh. Whoosh. “What is that?” she asked again. “It’s Swifty, the swallow,” Alfie croaked from the top of the bookshelf. And really, when Twinkle looked towards the window, she could see Swifty dashing past the house. He was shouting something, but Twinkle couldn’t hear what he said. She threw her comfy quilt on the floor, struggled up, stepped over Hugo, …show more content…

Twinkle had been living a peaceful life with her friends, the animals, for many years, but she always feared, things might change some day. She knew it was only a matter of time and her big sister Storm would find her. Maybe Storm didn’t know yet where Twinkle lived, but Twinkle assumed she was on her way. Why else would she leave the beautiful island in the sea and their family home? “Did you make sure she didn’t follow you when you flew back?” she asked Swifty. “Yes, I did. She left a few days before I arrived. If my calculations are correct, and she has found out where you live, she could turn up any day.” How awful, Twinkle thought. “We have to go to the village tomorrow, to buy food,” she said. “It will be a perfect opportunity to find out if she’s sneaking around. Until then I will renew the protective spell around the clearing. She may very well find the forest, but she will have a hard time to find the house.” It was early in the morning and Twinkle, Alfie, and Charlie were getting ready for their trip to the village. Alfie had cleaned his feathers until they were nice and glossy. Twinkle had brushed Charlie’s fur with her own comb and he looked as if he’d taken a bath. She had much less luck with her own hair and, in the end, decided to use some of the lovely smelling hair gel she only used on special occasions. It was warm outside; she didn’t need a coat. She was wearing a pair of purple jeans, a bright green pullover, and her favorite

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