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A house perched on the cliff top overlooking the best break on the coast …
Sand, sun, surfing, new mates …
For Moth Browne life couldn’t be sweeter.
Except for the RATS.
Moth’s new home is crawling with the creepy grey monsters. And for Moth, the rats wreck everything. They invade his room. Gnaw at his things. They seem to lurk in the shadows wherever he goes. Moth is totally freaked. He’s certain they’re out to get him. But when Jaike, the school bully, meets up with the rats, things turn nasty – big time!
Will the rats ever go away? Will they ever leave Moth alone?
Who will win the battle of the RATS?
Chapter 15
There must be a law against torturing children like this. My stomach rumbles so much it sounds like it's filled with earthmovers shovelling gravel around a construction site.
Jaike's right. Grandma is a grouchy old bag. And Mum's not much better.
The radio clock flashes to tell me it's one o'clock. Another sleepless night. At least the rats seem to have left me alone - so far.
I imagine Grandma tucked up in bed, her giant beach-ball belly filled with Mum's best chicken curry - snoring her head off happily - knowing she's making me suffer in the ve | |  | | Taming Butterflies
What do you do when you have butterflies in your tummy, the ones that make you shy, nervous and all a-flutter? One day a visitor arrives, who shows Tilly how to make those pesky butterflies be still.
"Tilly had butterflies: thousands of fluttery butterflies. And they lived inside her tummy.
Sometimes they were calm and quiet - no bother at all.
Other times, they'd flit and flutter causing trouble galore ..." |
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