Quicky sat on a stone outside his burrow. The sun was setting. The days were getting shorter. It would soon be autumn and school was due to start soon.
The cricket was singing merrily in the branch of a nearby tree. He had nothing to worry about, not like Quicky who was rather anxious, thinking about the new school year.
Quicky had been preparing for school. He had checked his bookshelves. He had given away some old books, that were now useless, to a family of poor rabbits who lived nearby.
He had dusted his dictionary, the encyclopaedia and also some other books that he still needed. He brushed the keyboard of his computer with surgical spirit and wiped the monitor screen. He cleaned his satchel well as he wasn't going to get a new one this year.
During the holidays, Quicky's grandparents had often given him money for ice cream but Quicky rarely used it. Instead he had saved the money in a moneybox. He intended to spend it on books, copybooks and other stationery for school. He had already bought a diary to jot down his homework in.
Quicky's grandma had spoken to the head teacher, who told her which Year 5 stream he would be in. But Quicky didn't know who would be his new teacher or his new classmates. He hoped Peprinu and Karawettu, his best friends, would be in the same class.
Mrs Borg did a lot of sport with her class, so Quicky would like to be with her - or perhaps with Mrs Abela, who taught her children plenty of songs. Mrs Gatt took her pupils on a lot of outings. Mrs Said let her children watch many videos. Maybe he would be in Mr Zarb's class. Mr Zarb was the only male teacher in Quicky's school. Being in the class of a male teacher would make him feel grown up.
Quicky had made some resolutions. He intended always to pay attention and do his homework. He intended to study and do some extra reading every evening. Last year he hadn't done well in his English exam but he had read quite a lot during the holidays and he had written a number of compositions too. So, hopefully he was going to do better this year.
Quicky looked up above him. All was dark and quiet. He lit his torch and entered his burrow with his pet cricket. He said a prayer. He asked God and Our Lady to help him in the new school year and he prayed for his new schoolteacher and classmates. He went to sleep.
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The cricket was singing merrily in the branch of a nearby tree. He had nothing to worry about, not like Quicky who was rather anxious, thinking about the new school year.
Quicky had been preparing for school. He had checked his bookshelves. He had given away some old books, that were now useless, to a family of poor rabbits who lived nearby.
He had dusted his dictionary, the encyclopaedia and also some other books that he still needed. He brushed the keyboard of his computer with surgical spirit and wiped the monitor screen. He cleaned his satchel well as he wasn't going to get a new one this year.
During the holidays, Quicky's grandparents had often given him money for ice cream but Quicky rarely used it. Instead he had saved the money in a moneybox. He intended to spend it on books, copybooks and other stationery for school. He had already bought a diary to jot down his homework in.
Quicky's grandma had spoken to the head teacher, who told her which Year 5 stream he would be in. But Quicky didn't know who would be his new teacher or his new classmates. He hoped Peprinu and Karawettu, his best friends, would be in the same class.
Mrs Borg did a lot of sport with her class, so Quicky would like to be with her - or perhaps with Mrs Abela, who taught her children plenty of songs. Mrs Gatt took her pupils on a lot of outings. Mrs Said let her children watch many videos. Maybe he would be in Mr Zarb's class. Mr Zarb was the only male teacher in Quicky's school. Being in the class of a male teacher would make him feel grown up.
Quicky had made some resolutions. He intended always to pay attention and do his homework. He intended to study and do some extra reading every evening. Last year he hadn't done well in his English exam but he had read quite a lot during the holidays and he had written a number of compositions too. So, hopefully he was going to do better this year.
Quicky looked up above him. All was dark and quiet. He lit his torch and entered his burrow with his pet cricket. He said a prayer. He asked God and Our Lady to help him in the new school year and he prayed for his new schoolteacher and classmates. He went to sleep.
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