Jacqueline Wilson Biscuit Barrel: "Cliffhanger", "Buried Alive"

Jacqueline Wilson Biscuit Barrel: "Cliffhanger", "Buried Alive"

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0440864631

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Jacqueline Wilson Biscuit Barrel: "Cliffhanger", "Buried Alive"

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started teetering upwards in an uneven cliff. Little sand-martins flew in and out of an entire birdy housing estate right up at the top. There were a few shallow cubby-holes at the bottom of the cliff, but none that could be seriously described as caves. ‘We’ll have to tunnel to discover the secret entrance,’ I said, attacking the soft sand vigorously with my spade. ‘Oh oh! Hard labour time again. Can’t you summon up your superhuman powers and blast your way through to save them?’ said

fishing net.’ ‘Get it off her. She doesn’t like it,’ Kelly said urgently, waggling Theresa frantically. ‘Hold her still then. Come here.’ I held the little wet troll doll and gently untangled the tiny crab from her long purple locks. ‘Yuck!’ said Kelly, snatching Theresa back and combing her hair with her fingers. ‘Poor poor poor Theresa – under mega-attack from a sea monster!’ ‘It’s only a baby crab, Kelly. Nothing to be scared of,’ I said, letting the crab scuttle up my arm. ‘I’m not

great at knitting actually,’ said Biscuits. Jake looked at me. ‘Have you got your teddy, Tim?’ I just shook my head. I couldn’t say a thing. I got into bed and pulled the sheets over my head. My arms felt so empty without Walter. And no-one would have laughed at me or called me a baby for having a cuddly toy. I wanted my Walter Bear so much. I don’t know when I went to sleep. I kept waking up in the night. And then it was suddenly day, and Jake was in our bedroom again, telling us to rise

Tim?’ ‘No!’ I squeaked. Biscuits suddenly stepped forward. ‘I’ll have a go,’ he said. We all stared at him, stunned. ‘Great!’ said Jake, giving him a pat on the back. ‘OK. Come and step into the harness, Biscuits.’ ‘That’s going to be a bit of a squeeze!’ said Giles. ‘Why do the boys always go first? It’s not fair,’ said Kelly. ‘You lot pipe down,’ said Jake. ‘Watch carefully and listen.’ He was helping Biscuits get the ropes sorted around him. ‘We’ll hitch this up and tighten it . . .’

soda. No, better, a Knickerbocker Glory . . .’ He was off in a wistful food fantasy right up until we got to the stream. Jake was swinging the bin mouths again. ‘They’re so thirsty,’ Jake called. ‘They’re desperate. Water, water!’ But we were all the other side of the stream with our buckets. None of the others had made it across. Some of the children were very wet, after several attempts. ‘Let me have a go,’ said Kelly, elbowing Giles and Laura and Lesley out of the way. She started edging

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