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Amy the Hedgehogs Girl

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Amy the Hedgehogs Girl

Miserable Mr Peck

Her mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.

‘How was school?’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’

‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’

‘A what?’ said Mrs Harris.

‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’ ‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’

‘Oh dear,’Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’

Mr Peck was the children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy. The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs. ‘What are you doing?’ snapped a voice behind her.

Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck. ‘I was looking for a book about animals.’

‘Animals , indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals? Tame animals? Wild animals? Animals from Africa? India? Britain?’

‘Hedgehogs,’said Amy.

‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’ He pulled a book from the shelves.

‘If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do.’

‘Thank you, said Amy politely.

‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, don’t forget. If I see a hedgehogs near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do?’

‘No,’said Amy.

‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’

At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.

The next day she took the book back to the library.

‘What’s this?’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’

‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs?’

‘Over there,’snapped Mr Peck,pointing with his nose.

Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals? She was just about to rist asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called ‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.

Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs. Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.

‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal noises must be mad.’

He stamped the cassette box.

‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’

Hedgehog talk

Amy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.

‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in the garden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’

Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.

She stopped and listened,but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. Bnt only a cat came into the garden.

‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure Ican do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.

The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.

‘What are you doing out there?’asked Mrs Harris.

‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.

Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet. ‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’ Amy giggled behind her hand.

‘Noise?’ said Mrs Harris.

‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you.That is the only way to deal with animals.’

As soon as Mr Peck had gone,Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’

Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.

Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.

Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.

‘What’s going on?’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.

‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.

‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’ ‘Excuse me—‘ began Amy.

‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my garden.’

‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And they don’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now,if you don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’

Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.

A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.

‘How often have you been doing this, my dear?’ he asked. ‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’ ‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’

The amazing hedgehog girl

When Amy came home from school the next day,Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he throw his coat over it.

Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.

Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.

‘What are you talking about?’ whispered Mrs Harris. ‘Slugs.’

There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.

One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.

‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her. ‘You may wath. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’

The people nodded.

Amy went down on her knees and snorted once moer.

This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.

As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.

‘They told me about their young. Then they told me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh,and they told me where they are going to sleep for the winter.’ Mrs Harris hugged Amy.

‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’

‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure you must be very tired.’

There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.

‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.

‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.

Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it? Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you,Mr Peck.’

She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.

Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs.’

Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.

‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.’

Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.

Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’

She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy.

Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.

This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.

After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.

A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.

That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.

‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.

‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that they abore dog food,’ he explained.

A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.

‘What are they saying?’ asked Mr Peck.

‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouthsfull. But I think they are saying thanks for the dog food.’

‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full? It is so rude.’

‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.

She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.

It seemed to her that they smiled back.

艾米的刺猬女孩

可怜的派克

她的妈妈在厨房当艾米冲进来。

“学校怎么样?“哈里斯太太问,期待通常回答,“好的。”

“很好,”艾米喊道。“一位女士给了我们对野生动物的谈话,她向我们展示一个刺猬专家。”

干嘛?哈里斯太太说。

“刺猬专家。有人知道所有关于刺猬。”

“很好,”哈里斯夫人。“你需要去图书馆,看是否能找到一些书。” “哦,亲爱的,'amy呻吟。“我会看到派克。”

派克是儿童图书馆员。他是一个均值和悲惨的那种人。他还住在艾米隔壁的。

艾米来到图书馆几乎是空的。她顺着书架,想找一本书对刺猬。 你干什么呢??啪的声音在她身后。

艾米几乎跳出她的袜子。这是派克。

我在找一本关于动物的书。”

动物,事实上,“嗅派克。“什么样的动物?驯服的动物?野生动物吗?动物来自非洲吗?印度?英国?'

“刺猬,”艾米说。

“刺猬!“大声派克。“非常糟糕的动物有。他们挖了蔬菜和咬块出来。” 他从书架上拿下一本书。

如果你必须研究的可怕的事,这是我能做的最好的。”

“谢谢你,艾米礼貌地说。

确保你把它带回来的时间。你不敢把刺猬进入你的花园。你的花园旁边的地雷,别忘了。如果我看到一个刺猬靠近我的胡萝卜,你知道我要做什么?'

“不,”艾米说。

“我要把它和我的枪。”

在国内,艾米读了刺猬的书。她发现他们吃鼻涕虫和蜗牛。这本书并没有说什么蔬菜。

第二天,她把书还给图书馆。

“这是什么?派克先生说。“这本书是不会回来的另一个二十天。” “但我已经读过它,”艾米说。“你有更多的书关于刺猬?'

“在那边,'snapped派克,他的鼻子指向。

艾米慢慢地沿着书架。关于动物的书在哪里?她正要RIST问派克,当她看到的东西。这是一个古老的盒式磁带,被称为“电话的野生的。好像没有人玩过它。

艾米把它从架子上取下来。这是一套动物声音的一部分。这是带数字12,它被称为刺猬。

艾米先生问她是否可以借磁带啄。

“当然可以,”他粗鲁地说。虽然有人想要听可怕的动物的叫声一定是疯了。”

他把磁带盒。

“别忘了倒带。”

刺猬说话

艾米坐在自己的房间里对她个人的立体声听觉的刺猬的声音,一遍又一遍的。艾米重复自己的声音。

“我说的刺猬,”艾米想。“我希望我知道我在说什么。我真的需要一个刺猬来帮助我。我肯定在花园里有一只。如果我让刺猬的声音,也许会听我的。”

艾米急忙跑到花园和刺猬噪声尽她所能地大声。

她停下来听,但没有刺猬回答。艾米再次尝试。而是一只猫来到花园。 我要继续努力,”艾米说。“我相信我能做到。”最后她感冒了,她在屋里。

第二天晚上艾米再次尝试。她每天晚上一个星期。

你在外面干什么?“哈里斯太太问。

“等等看,”艾米说。

这时门铃响了。这是派克。他站在门口,穿着睡衣。艾米注意到,他的头发是湿的。

“哈里斯太太,”说,派克。“每天晚上,当我洗澡我能听到一个声音。它似乎是来自于你的花园。”

艾米说在她的手。

“噪音?哈里斯太太说。

“某种动物,”说,派克。“我会把毒药放下来,如果我是你。这是处理动物的唯一途径。”

当派克已经走了,艾米冲到花园。派克先生认为我是一个动物,”她对自己说。“我要再一次。”

艾米跪下来,开始让她刺猬的声音了。

立刻有沙沙的噪音和刺猬地在草坪上。艾米很高兴。刺猬和艾米哼了一声,尖叫着对方。

突然一个火炬束照在他们的眼睛。

发生了什么事?“一个声音说。这是派克,仍然在他的睡衣。刺猬团成一个球。

我和一个刺猬,”艾米说。

“你无耻的小东西。的确,刺猬说话。”

“对不起,”艾米说。

“而且,”派克切入,”刺猬很肮脏的野兽,他们吃了,在我的花园里所有的蔬菜。”

“垃圾!艾米生气地说。“刺猬不脏。他们不吃蔬菜。他们吃鼻涕虫和蜗牛。现在,如果你不介意的话,我是说一个刺猬。”

派克太震惊地回答。他的嘴像艾米哼了一声轻轻的刺猬。慢慢打开。 一个狡猾的表情爬上派克的脸。

“你有多少次这样做了,亲爱的?他问。

“从来没有,”艾米说。但是从现在起,我会每天晚上。”

“嗯,”说,派克。“你要每天晚上,在这里你说。”

惊人的刺猬女孩

艾米回来的时候,一天放学,派克在他的前驱动。他是一个大的板固定到门。当他看见艾米,他把他的衣服过它。

艾米答应给她妈妈刺猬。天黑时,他们走进花园去见她的刺猬的朋友。 艾米跪下来,开始哼。这一次两个刺猬向她走来。

你在说什么?哈里斯太太低声说。

“鼻涕虫”。

有一个声音从隔壁。艾米照她的火炬向篱笆。有人盯着她的花园。他们都有自己的嘴。

一个人站出来。这是派克。

“我问了几个朋友,”他平静地说。希望你不介意,

艾米是交叉的,但她也感到很自豪的是,有那么多的人来见她。“你可以看。但请不要说话或发出的声音。没有照片。”

那人点了点头。

艾米跪下来,哼了一声重现。

这次三个刺猬来了。艾米设法告诉刺猬,他们没什么好怕的。人们只想看到他们是多么聪明。艾米和刺猬聊天和玩在一起。

当刺猬去了,栅栏后的人们开始鼓掌和欢呼。当然,他们想知道艾米和刺猬所谈论的。

“他们告诉我他们的年轻。然后他们告诉我,为什么他们蜷缩成一个球。在哪里能找到最美味的食物。哦,他们告诉我,他们要冬眠了。” 哈里斯太太拥抱了艾米。

“你真是太好了,”她说。“来吧,我会让你一个很好的热饮料。”

“是的。在你去,”派克说。“我相信你一定很累了。”

这是派克奇怪的东西。他从来没有说过什么样的艾米之前。然后她听到奇怪的声音。这是硬币掉进一个盒子里的声音。

“这是值得一磅的人的钱,她听到有人说。

的SSH,派克先生说。

当时艾米想起了董事会,派克被固定在他的前门。为什么派克试图掩盖它?艾米跑到房子的前面。在黑板上用很大的字母表示:“神经病,”艾米说。然后爬的微笑在她的脸上。“我知道怎么修理你,派克。” 她跑去派克的花园。一些人仍然享受一杯茶和饼干。

在派克拦住她,她说,'ladies先生们。有件事我必须告诉你。你今晚所有的钱是要一个刺猬医院照顾生病的动物。”

每个人都点头。除了派克。他的脸很红,他做了一个奇怪的爆裂噪声。

“不仅如此,”艾米继续说,“但派克同意每一磅你今晚给他一英镑,将他自己的钱。”

每个人都鼓掌欢呼,又。派克就非常淡的颜色。不知何故,他勉强一笑。

在他想说点什么,艾米说,“我很高兴的说,医院已经要求我把钱给他们。”

她伸出手。沮丧的,派克通过盒子交给艾米。

然后,一个更悲观的看他挖进他的口袋里掏出二一零英镑的钞票在他脸上蔓延。

“派克很大,”艾米说。

这不是故事的结束。艾米觉得派克而抱歉。

当她把钱给刺猬医院,她问刺猬巡逻派克的花园。她告诉他们,以确保没有更多他的蔬菜吃鼻涕虫。

几周之后,派克他的骨髓中获得第三名,在本地显示菜豆和胡萝卜。 那天晚上,他靠在栅栏向艾米展示他的三个奖项。

“这都要感谢那些刺猬,”他说。“我希望我知道他们是多么有用。我买了一本。”

他递给她一罐狗食。

我刚得到一本新书在图书馆的刺猬。我读到他们公司的狗食,”他解释说。

一群刺猬很快将在忙。艾米跪在旁边。

他们说的是什么?“问派克。

“嗯,”艾米说。“刺猬很明白当他们食物难一点。但我认为他们说的狗食,谢谢。”

“我也这么想,”说,派克。“我为那锡花了很多钱。你可以教他们不要满嘴食物说话吗?真是太没礼貌了。”

“我会努力的,”艾米说。

她看了看刺猬和微笑。 在她看来,他们笑了笑。

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