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Emily Rodda - BETTER READING · 2020. 4. 16. · 2 ST Monty and Tawny the Fearless Lion are asleep in their grass hut. Marigold, the clever cook, is asleep in her room at the back

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  • Emily RoddaIllustrated by Lucinda Gifford

  • First published by Allen & Unwin in 2020

    Copyright © Text, Emily Rodda 2020Copyright © Illustrations, Lucinda Gifford 2020

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. The Australian Copyright Act 1968 (the Act) allows a maximum of one chapter or ten per cent of this book, whichever is the greater, to be photocopied by any educational institution for its educational purposes provided that the educational institution (or body that administers it) has given a remuneration notice to the Copyright Agency (Australia) under the Act.

    Allen & Unwin83 Alexander StreetCrows Nest NSW 2065AustraliaPhone: (61 2) 8425 0100Email: [email protected]: www.allenandunwin.com

    ISBN 978 1 76052 985 7

    For teaching resources, explore www.allenandunwin.com/resources/for-teachers

    Cover & text design by Joanna HuntCover illustrations by Lucinda GiffordSet in 14pt Berkeley Oldstyle Book by Joanna Hunt

    Printed in Australia in February 2020 by McPherson’s Printing Group

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  • 1ST

    Somewhere far away, there’s a sea that ripples with magic. And if you were a bird flying high over that sea one fine day, you’d

    be able to look down at the tiny green-and-

    gold dot that’s Monty’s Island.Not just now, though. The sun isn’t up yet.

    The night’s nearly over, but it’s still quite dark

    on the Island. It’s quiet, too, because most of

    the Islanders are sleeping.

    The Island

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  • 2ST

    Monty and Tawny the Fearless Lion are asleep in their grass hut. Marigold, the clever cook, is asleep in her room at the back of the Island Cafe. In a little

    house nearby, Bunchy the Magician is snuffling in her hammock, dreaming that

    one of her spells has worked at last. Silent Sir Wise is dozing in his hollow tree. Clink the Shipwrecked Pirate is snoring in his cave, his plans to escape from

    the Island forgotten for a while. Even the

  • 3ST

    Jinglebee nests in the trees beside the beach

    are quiet, though no one knows if Jinglebees

    actually sleep or not.

    It’s different in the jungle, of course. In

    the jungle, the Island’s monster, the Hairy Horrible, is still on the prowl. Night is its time for hunting. But soon the Horrible

    will crawl back to its den. Already the sky is

    starting to lighten. Another day is about to

    begin.

    Not an ordinary day, though. At this very

  • 4ST

    minute, a silver shadow is streaking through

    the dark sea towards the Island, bringing

    startling news.The sun pops up, bright as ever. As usual,

    Monty and Tawny are woken straight away

    when the two Argue Birds that live on the

    roof of the grass hut start their morning

    quarrel.

    WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! the bossy one squawks.

    Not yet, not yet, not yet, the quiet one trills

    back sleepily.

    WAKE UP!

    WAKE UP,

    WAKE UP,

    WAKE UP,

  • 5ST

    The quarrel can go on like that for ages.

    It’s impossible to sleep through it. Monty’s

    politely tried to persuade the Argue Birds to

    live somewhere else. Tawny’s tried too, not so politely. But the Argue Birds like Monty’s

    roof, and won’t move.

    So on this particular morning, like every

    other morning, Monty yawns and Tawny

    says, ‘Puh!’, and they crawl out of bed to get ready for the day. Then Monty gets his

    Pick-up Sled and they go down to the beach

    to see what the waves have left behind on the

    sand overnight.

    There are always shells and seaweed. There

    are always sticks of driftwood, which Monty

    not yet . . .

    not yet, not yet, not yet,

  • 6ST

    collects for the Cafe stove. But often there are

    Special Finds, too – lost things that have floated from faraway boats and beaches to

    make a new home on the Island. Monty can

    always think of ways to use them. On the

    Island, he’s as famous for having good ideas

    as Sir Wise is famous for being wise.

    Today, Monty pulls his Sled along the

    beach just as usual, looking for Special Finds

    and collecting driftwood along the way.

  • 7ST

    As usual, Tawny pads behind him, keeping

    an eye out for the Hairy Horrible.

    It’s true that the Horrible likes to hunt at

    night. It’s also true that the Horrible hates the

    beach, because the sand gets between its hairy

    toes. But there’s a first time for everything, and

    Tawny’s careful as well as fearless. Besides,

    this morning he’s got a prickly sort of feeling

    that tells him something dangerous is going to happen.

  • 8ST

    Yet everything

    seems just the same as always. Waves are

    thumping as the tide begins to rise again.

    Seagulls crowd the smooth, wet sand,

    quarrelling and chasing Scatterworms.

    The trees at the edge of the beach are

    ringing with what sounds like thousands of

    tiny bells, but there’s nothing strange about

    that. It just means that the Jinglebees are

    getting ready to fly off and find something

    to chew. Yesterday, they found a batch of

    cupcakes Marigold had left to cool beside an

    open window. Marigold won’t make that mistake twice, but Jinglebees aren’t fussy

    eaters. If Bunchy the Magician has

    left her washing on the line

    again, they’ll be happy to

    fill up on that.

  • 9ST

    Seven noisy seagulls are gossiping right in

    the Sled’s path. Monty squeaks the horn to

    make them move out of his way. And as they

    scatter, he sees something glinting under a

    clump of seaweed.

    He pulls the seaweed away and there, lying

    on the sand, is a long, shiny black box.