Tom walked into Willie’s room. He was once again surprised that Willie actually slept in the bed, yet the bed was soaking wet. Tom took a deep sigh and tried to wake Willie up.
Willie, Tom and Sammy were soon down stairs drinking tea and scrubbing the wet bed sheets. Just then, someone bashed on the door. Mr Tom went to answer it. Behind the ancient, crooked, wooden door stood Zach with his red top and green braces, the same as the day before. “Would Willie like to go cycling and then maybe go down to the lake?”
“I think he would love that, Wouldn’t ya Willie?”
Willie nodded his head. He wasn’t quite sure what a river was, yet he said nothing.
Zach sat by the table, downstairs while Willie went to get changed. Willie felt quite excited yet slightly scared because he had no idea of what a lake was. He imagined it as the miniature pond that Mr Tom kept in his garden as a decoration.
Once Willie had finished getting changed from his wet pyjamas, he walked down the stairs slowly. Zach and Mr Tom were chatting quietly. It seemed like they were talking about Willie. “How’s Willie getting on?” asked Zach.
“Yer, e’s doin’ fine,” whispered Tom.
For a minute or two there was complete silence throughout the house. The two of them were sat in silence. Zach then took a loud slurp of his tea to break the silence yet it only made it more awkward.
Willie was still sat on the stairs, listening to the silent conversation.
Suddenly there was a loud creak on the stairs due to Willie’s fidgeting. The pair of them turned around and saw Willie crouching down on the crooked stairs. “It’s probably best that yer be off.”
Zach nodded in agreement.
They opened the creaky, ancient door.
They headed to Mrs Fletcher’s house because she promised that the two boys could borrow Michael’s and George’s old bikes. Zach wanted to show Willie his favourite cycle path.
They both cycled through the small village of Little Wierwold. They went past the shops that Willie had visited the first day in Little Wierwold. Then they came up to the post office then the village centre. Soon enough they were already cycling through meadows and fields. Zach pointed out the path. The path was a cobbled way surrounded by an evergreen forest and beautiful foxgloves. The smell of freshly mown grass was sensational.
Soon after they were riding along a small stream. Before they knew it, they were at the lake that Zach kept going on about. When Willie saw that it was deep water, he panicked. “I’ll drown!” shouted Willie “I’ve never swam in my life.” “You’ll be fine,” said Zach.
