Meet Hippo and Duck. They’re always clowning around. Just last week I went to their
house for a cup of coffee and as soon as I had drank half of it Duck told me that
he couldn’t find any milk so he had to make do with whipped cream-that-was-out-of-date.
I spurted it out and poor hippo got it all over him.
Then there was yesterday. I knocked on the polka-dot door of their polka-dot house
when they suddenly got hold of my jumper and pulled me in and tied me to the TV!
I tried to protest but Hippo put his big sweaty hand over my mouth. There was silence,
and Duck climbed (or rather flew) up on to a stage that I had never seen before.
He put a mike up to his beak and said, very seriously,
“Do you, Isadora Lennox, promise that you will always stay our friends no matter
what?”
I nodded my head.
“Well Hippo and I should like to say goodbye, because we are going to go to the
moon, weather permitting of course.”
I tried to hold it in, I really did. First they were just muffled laughs, but then
they were howls of hyenas.
Duck and Hippo weren’t happy, and quietly untied me, put me on the porch of their
house and shut the door on me, I mean literally, they shut the door on my finger,
but they let it go again.
I was just about to go home, but then the earth started quaking, the polka-dot house
started jumping and I started running, for there in front of me I saw with my very
own eyes, the roof of the polka-dot house that my friends lived in, opening! And
you’ll never, never guess what came out of the roof of my friends’ polka dot house,
a ROCKET!!!
Duck and Hippo were staring out the window waving goodbye at me.
“Bye!” I shouted. “See you soon!”