“What?” Jack
shouted in disbelief.
“They fall
from the trees sometimes,” Carla said. “Just like pine cones.”
“Yeah,
bullets are exactly like pine cones,” retorted Jack, looking up into the forest
nervously.“Why are we here exactly?”
“I told you,” said Carla. “It’s the way to Chimney Town.” Then, seeing the mixture
of anger and fear on Jack’s face, added, “Don’t worry, they whistle loudly as
they come down. We’ll have loads of warning.”
“Lucky us,”
said Jack.
Carla
sighed. “I’ve only ever heard of one person getting hit and that was my great,
great uncle Rufus. He was completely deaf!”
And with
that she marched off.
Jack looked
up again at the perfectly still, perfectly rounded trees. Come to think of it
they did look a bit like…
“Come on!”
shouted Carla, making Jack jump. He quickly ran to catch up with her, in no
mood to be left alone.
They walked
side by side, neither one talking, the only sound the occasional snap of a twig
underfoot, which echoed all around. The forest was eerily quiet: no wind in the
trees, no birds.
Every five
or so minutes Jack could make out a soft padding noise somewhere nearby and see
a flash of ginger or a stripey tail. But that was it.
“Doesn’t he
ever walk with you?” he asked Carla, after about the fifth time.
Carla
shrugged. “Usually.”
Maybe
Freddie was keeping away because of him, Jack thought.
“He might be
catching mice,” said Carla. “The forest’s full of them. Last time he caught
loads and even offered to cook one for me so I could try…”
And then
they heard it.
The unmistakable
whistle of something heavy falling fast from above. The children both looked
up, instinctively moving closer together. It got louder and louder until it was
the kind of whistling you get when your ears are ringing after listening to a
lot of loud music.
“Where is
it?” said Jack, a tremble coming out in his voice.
“Over there,”
nodded Carla, but as she said it another higher whistle started behind them. Then
another and another.
Jacks heart
started to beat really fast, and he looked at Carla, his terror mirrored in her
face. Suddenly he felt stupid for still standing there he grabbed her hand and
they ran.
They dodged
quickly through the trees, Carla leading the way, the noise all around them
deafening. And then the thudding began as the bullets hit the floor, one after
another after another.
Jack fought
the urge to close his eyes, instead focusing on not tripping over the huge
roots sticking out of the ground, gripping Carla’s hand tight as they weaved
through the trees.
There was a
terrible thud as a big black raven fell onto the forest floor in front of them,
its shiny black eyes frozen and mouth wide open.
Jack slowed
for a second, unable to take his eyes off the dead bird, but then Carla yanked
his arm, pulling him forwards. He was running faster than he ever thought he
could, and just when he thought he’d have to stop he saw a glimpse of blue sky
and sunlight peeking through the thick tree trunks.
As the
whistles and thuds rang out around them they ran with a last surge of energy,
and then they were out onto the soft grass, the sounds muted as if someone had
closed a heavy door on the forest.
They both
collapsed, Jack gasping for breath as he lay on the floor, so grateful to be
safe at last.
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