I didn't do it. I didn't do it.
Old Ted lies in a crumbled heap on the floor. A wet glider
plane is on his head. The lamp has fallen over. One of the
curtains hang at a strange angle and water is dripping from one
And the cat.........and the cat She keeps running round
and round in dizzy circles making strange noises. 'I didn't do it!
I didn't do it.' Her howling is frenic.
The dog outs continues
to bark excitedly 'Ask me. Oh
please, ask me I know who's to blame.'
Dad is too tired to care. He picks up the lamp and puts
old Ted back on the shelf with the wet plane beside him.
'YEEEEEEEEE!' His hand accidently touches the end of the
curtain. Pete's soggy bear body, soft and squelchy brushes
against him. 'Yeeow' he yells again.
He shakes the curtain and
the dripping pilot falls to the
floor in a soggy heap. Dad picks him up and puts him on the
table to dry out.
As he shuffles back to bed he calls to the children. 'It's
just a dream, I think. We should go back to sleep. I hope I
sincerely hope, it's all going to make sense in the morning.'
IT WAS A LONG,LONG TIME BEFORE PETER WENT FLYING