Forest Secrets. David Laing

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СКАЧАТЬ Wondering what was happening, and without thinking, he snatched some more leaves from the nearest branch and began to chew once more. But something was tickling the side of his face and neck; there was that smell again too, a faint, bitter smell. It was drifting in on the breeze which was getting stronger and, for some reason, becoming warmer … quickly.

       He didn’t know that it was the forerunner to a superheat-ed killer cyclone already raging on the other side of the planet. And he didn’t know that the asteroid’s tail, a long, yellow, burning streak, had just exploded above the earth, scattering great chunks of scorching metal and burning debris to all corners of the land.

       The giant lizard’s nostrils twitched and his body shuddered. He lifted his head above the tops of the trees trying to figure out what was happening. That’s when he saw the mountain beyond the forest. Black smoke and swirling ash were pouring from its peak. He could see that the mountain was about to explode. And for the first time he felt the ground begin to shudder.

       He threw back his head and roared. Nearby birds and other dinosaurs scattered. They knew the great lizard well and they knew that today he was uneasy … about something. They didn’t know what that something was. They also didn’t know that the volcano beyond the forest would soon be throwing its rocks and choking ash into the sky; that soon its rivers would emerge as slow streams of red, scalding spew that would slither through their forest and over their land, killing everything in their paths.

       Backing away from his tree into an open area nearby, the rhotosaurus looked up and stared. He was mystified. Rocks, glowing red, and sparks were falling from the sky. But not from the volcano. It hadn’t exploded yet. He did see, however, that every one of the fiery rocks was starting fires and that the trees and bushes surrounding him were beginning to burn.

       The rhotosaurus hesitated. His hide was starting to singe and the thickening smoke was stinging his eyes. What to do now? Where to go? The other dinosaurs were wondering the same. They were drifting one by one and in groups into the clearing where they gathered alongside the rhotosaurus. Mingling and rubbing shoulders with each other as though seeking safety from the growing heat and the stiffening breeze, they stared as if mesmerised as the forest continued to erupt around them. The flying pterosaurs were the last to arrive, howling and screeching in the sky, dipping and weaving towards the gathering horde of beasts. That’s when he decided.

       Lifting his head to the sky once more, he roared and then, head jutting, neck stretched, looking neither to the left nor right, the giant lizard, with the others following, ran.

      Chapter 1

      My cousin, Snook, didn’t look too good. He was sitting directly across from me next to his best mate, Skinny Watson. Our year 10 teacher, Mr Winterbottom – we all called him Stormy for short – was pacing the floor telling us about the destruction of the dinosaurs and how an asteroid had wiped them out. I was only half listening. I was watching Snook; something was bothering him. His usual lopsided, cheeky grin had disappeared, his face was a sickly grey skeleton colour, his eyes were wide and kinda goofy-looking and his mouth was hanging slack like a busted balloon.

      Stormy had noticed Snook’s unusual behaviour; Snook was strangely quiet, for a start, not yacking to Skinny or fiddling with something or other. No, he was the model student. Except for his sickly look, that is. Not having to yell at Snook was probably worrying Stormy as well. There’d been no Settle down Kelly! or Behave Kelly! coming from his mouth at all.

      A short, nervy man, our teacher liked lessons that went smoothly. He didn’t appreciate interruptions or anything that was different, like Snook was now. Looking a bit anxious, Stormy strode over to the whiteboard, picked up a marking pen and, as if trying to use up his frustrations, began to scribble notes madly, and then, as though he had eyes in the back of his head, he said, ‘Sit up, Snook Kelly and stop slouching.’ At last, I thought, he’s told Snook off for something. He’ll be happy now.

      It was a mystery to me though, and everyone else, how Stormy could do that – see out of the back of his head. I’d often thought about it, but up until now I hadn’t come up with an answer. At any rate, as always, Stormy was right. Snook was slouching. In fact, at that very moment, he was sliding off his seat and disappearing under the desk. Stormy must have heard the slither for at that moment he turned away from the whiteboard and said, ‘What’s wrong with you, Kelly? What are you up to now? In a different world, are we?’

      As one, the rest of the year 10s turned to see what was going on. They must have wondered when Snook’s mouth, peeking above the desktop, began to open and close like a bullfrog. His eyes too, were roaming about his face like a mad man. I thought I’d better say something. ‘He’s not well, Mr Winterbottom,’ I called out. ‘Perhaps he should go to the sickroom.’ It was pretty obvious Snook wasn’t well. He was in a different world. The blank, vacant stare and the croaking frog noises coming from his throat told me that.

      ‘Is that right, Kelly? Do you feel sick?’

      No real answer, just a slight shake of the head. Shaking his head too, Stormy continued with the lesson. ‘As I was saying,’ he went on, ‘the theory is that the dinosaurs became extinct about 65 million years ago.’ He looked at his watch. ‘We’ll look at the effects of that in the next lesson where I’ll explain about huge waves, freak winds, wild fires and exploding volcanoes.’ Placing the whiteboard marker on his desk, he looked up. ‘You may go. Have a good weekend.’ He glanced over at Snook who was pushing himself free of the desk. ‘And you, Snook Kelly, had better go straight home.’

      Gee, I thought, Stormy does care. A little bit anyway. I looked at the clock on the wall out front. It was half past two. He was even letting us out early because of the long weekend.

      I caught up with Snook in the hallway, just outside the class-room. He was looking a bit better, but I could see he was still not back to normal. His grin hadn’t come back. I had to ask him. ‘What was wrong with you in there? It was like you’d seen a ghost.’

      ‘Maybe I did,’ he said, hoisting his school bag over his shoulder and then walking out into the school yard towards the bus line. ‘It sure felt like it.’

      Chapter 2

      Zombie eyes … unseeing, creepy, bulging eyes – no longer drooping or goofy looking but definitely eerie, scary. That’s what Snook had now. I first saw the new look when I caught up with him at the bus line, and it was Stormy’s fault … or so I thought. All that talk about an asteroid and dinosaurs had really upset Snook and for some reason, seeing him like this had made me feel uncomfortable too … as if an inner voice was trying to tell me something.

      I climbed onto the bus and then sat in one of the front seats behind Thommo, the driver. ‘G’day, Jars,’ Thommo grinned. ‘Did you bring that good-for-nothing cousin with you?’ Smiling back, I nodded and pointed to Snook, who was just getting on the bus.

      ‘Here he comes, Thommo. He’s just getting on board now.’

      ‘The Man,’ Thommo said like he always did when Snook got on the bus. ‘How are you …?’ He didn’t finish. Head down, mouth slack, and dragging one foot after the other up the steps, Snook looked every bit the zombie. Thommo stammered a quick hello, and then turned quickly away, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as he waited for the other students to board.

      ‘Hi, Snook.’ It was Gloria Huntingdale, Snook’s girlfriend. She was sitting at the front of the bus across the aisle from me. I watched as she patted the seat next to her, expecting him to sit there as usual. Her СКАЧАТЬ