The Life of Agnes: Angels, Americans and Agonising Agony

There are three things I love more than anything. 1) Animals 2) My family 3) My freind

In this book you'll find out about the day my best (only) freind came to school for the first time. And about how I found my soul sister in an African American girl from the past. (Who heard Martin Luther Kings speach when she was my age). You can also read about my younger brothers atempts at being a stunt man. (Ouch).

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2. Make way for Noddy (Seriously get out of his way!)

“Whoa”! I cried as I opened the door. Only to be nearly run over by my dog. Ok ok. One of my dogs. I have four. There’s my black Labrador Noddy, (the steam roller who had nearly flattened me). My little shih tzu Big Ears. (Who doesn’t have big ears at all.)  My border collie Goblin, and my King Charles spaniel, Tessie Bear. I know. I know. It sounds babyish naming my dogs after characters from Noddy. But it gets worse. There are my cats, Mary, Mungo and Midge. My four fish, Dipsy, Tinky Winky, La la and Po. My four budgies Milo, Bella, Jake and Fizz. My parrot Dougal. My rat Charlie and my hamster Lola. My three rabbits, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton tail. My guinea pig little bear. My terrapin little ben, and my duck Jemima. “Careful.” called Gonzo. “You nearly got run over.” I grinned. “Felling beater?” I asked. My smart (ist) brother had been ill with the flu. “Yep.” I could tell this was true.  Sure he was in his pyjamas, his hair sticking out. But he looked less tired. He was smiling cheerfully, and his nose wasn’t running. (When his nose runs it really is horrendous). I went into the kitchen. (Followed by my Siamese cat midge). “Hi mum.”

“Hi.” Mum didn’t do anything else. She just sat at the table sipping her coffee staring straight ahead. I knew she was going over the pros and cons of some haired brained scheme she had come up with. I got a mug out and started boiling the kettle. “Hey Gonzo. What a cup?” I called “Yes please.”

“Riaow.” I laughed. “Sorry no tea for you Midge.” I made the tea. Gave Gonzo his cup, and sat down in the kitchen with my homework. For English we had to write a rhyme. Mine was ok.

As I stare out to sea,

Out of window two of three.

The same as the queen before me,

I recite these words.

Much is expected of me,

Nothing proven can be.

The last two lines are from Elizabeth I. I was just about to get out my maths when I heard a loud crash. Mum, Gonzo and me all ran into the hallway. There lying at the bottom of the stairs, in a (mad) giggling heap was my, baby (ish) brother Jacques, lying on top of Torquil. A pair of roller skates on his feet. Well. Jacques was giggling. Torquil looked baffled. When mum saw they were fine she calmed down. “What happened?” she asked casually. “Jacques tried to roller-skate down the stairs.” replied Torquil. “And he crashed into me.”

“I was being a stunt man.” Jacques giggled. Gonzo shook his head. “Well you certainly stunted Torquil.” He teased. Just then we heard the phone ring. Mum picked it up. “Hello. Hello.” She sighed. “I’m guna kill that parrot.” She muttered under her breath, as she put down the phone. And sure enough in his cage in the living room, Dougal was imitating the phone. I laughed. “Oh Dougal. You’re trouble all right.” Dougal just coked his head to one side and made a sound like a dog whimper.

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