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Opposite Island
Opposite Island
Opposite Island
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Opposite Island

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Imagine being in a brand new rowing boat on a quest to find sharks, but instead you discover an island where everything is OPPOSITE! The people there are born old and grow young. They walk backwards, talk backwards, and they even ... fart backwards. This is what happens to Oliver Cook, with annoying little sister Lois in tow, on his tenth birthday. It blows his mind, but when they are summoned by the king and queen – who are tramps that live under a bridge – mind blowing turns to ... well, mind blowing in a bad way. The King and Queen don’t want these kids to leave, and on Opposite Island where you grow young, ten-year-old Oliver and eight-year-old Lois will find themselves buried in a matchbox in only a few years! They have to escape, but how, when the Island Police (armed with lethal bunnies) will do anything to keep the new royal pets incarcerated on Opposite Island!
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 27, 2011
ISBN9781908354198
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    Opposite Island - Margaret Mignon

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    The Birthday Boat

    Oliver Cook was tending to his shiny new rowboat. He had named it The Marvel and had lovingly finished painting the name in big white letters on the starboard side a few hours before. It was his tenth birthday, and the boat, which seated two or maybe three people, was his present. It was a bonus that Oliver and his family, plus his sister, lived by the seaside, and that his birthday was during the summer time. Could things get better? He planned to test out his new boat that day, and then return home hungry from his sea voyage, just like real pirates did, to feast on birthday cake.

    ‘Can I come?’ asked Lois.

    Inwardly, Oliver felt his insides recoil and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He stopped polishing the blue paint on his beloved boat and slowly turned around. His eight year old sister Lois had quietly crept up on him whilst his back was turned. (Sometimes Oliver could swear she had Ninja powers.)

    Well, anyway, he was ten now. It wasn’t done to sail with an eight-year-and-three-month-old girl.

    ‘No. It’s my boat, Lois. Go away. Why don’t you go off and collect your ladybirds and butterflies, then jail them against their will in jam jars?’ (This was Lois’s hobby: collecting bugs and keeping them in jam jars. She would treat the trapped insect like pets. Only, the poor bugs never lasted long.)

    Lois huffed and screwed up her nose, and then something she thought of lit up her face. ‘Okaaaay. I won’t come. It’s just ... I’ll have to tell Mum and Dad, as they said you shouldn’t sail on your own,’ she said, smiling slyly.

    Oliver sighed.

    ‘Also, I know you don’t even have permission to sail at all. That was the rule as well. Only when Mum and Dad know and not on your own,‘ Lois recited in a sing-song voice. ‘They said that right after they showed you the boat this morning. Remember?’ She crossed her arms, smiling triumphantly. ‘It’s all about safety, Oliver.’

    ‘Fine. Hope you don’t mind sharks,’ said Oliver, slipping into his boat and untying the rope from the jetty.

    ‘Hey, not without me!’ Lois said as she quickly hopped into the boat before he could sail off without her. It rocked side to side with their weight.

    Oliver couldn’t help but wonder what they must look like, sitting together in such a small and confined space. They both had flaming red-hair and were sitting in a brightly painted blue boat. Hardly stealth-like, which one needs for scoping the ocean for pirates, sharks, and invading war ships. Oliver slipped on his large, black, three-pointed pirate hat, complete with skull and cross-bones, to aid in camouflage.

    ‘I’m a-going shark hunting. Fasten your seat belt,’ said Oliver, smiling wickedly and hoping this would change his sister’s mind.

    ‘Don’t believe you,’ Lois said, very sure of herself. ‘You’re frightened of wasps. When you see one, you run like your butt is on fire. I even heard you scream once. So there’s no way your going after sharks.’ She shook her head in amusement.

    ‘You get stung on the forehead, and then see how you feel about wasps!’ Oliver spat defensively. (If the truth be known, Oliver didn’t like bugs at all after the wasp incident. Sometimes he was soooo sure Lois captured her pet bugs for the sole purpose of winding him up. Annoyingly, no one believed him when he voiced his suspicions.) ‘Look, Lois,’ Oliver pleaded. ‘The Marvel is MY boat. MINE! Just get out please.’

    ‘The what?’ Lois asked, sounding confused.

    The. Marvel.’ Oliver said as if he were speaking to someone hard of hearing. ‘You know, the name painted on the right hand side of the boat you are now sitting in?’

    Lois frowned. ‘It says E.H.T. L.E.M.A.R.L. I thought it was French,’ she said shrugging.

    Oliver was about to protest then felt

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