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said, “Tell me, tell me!”
    â€œHuge hairy monsters!” Jem announced it in a trumpet-blast of triumph. Heads swung round to look at us.
    I said, “Where?”
    â€œIn the kitchen,” whispered Jem. “All across the floor!”
    Wow! Our first bit of evidence. I stared at her in awe. Skye must have stuck the huge hairy monsters horoscope to the star sign that belonged to Jem’s mum. So predictions could come true!
    â€œI reckon most people would have screamed,” said Jem. “I didn’t! Not even when it ran across Mum’s foot.”
    I said, “ It? ”
    Her eyes slid away.
    â€œWhat d’you mean it ?”
    I might have known it was too good to be true. When I questioned her more closely I discovered that in fact it had only been one hairy monster and it hadn’t even been a proper monster, if it came to that, just one tiny little mouse. Jem tried arguing with me, like she always does. She is a very argumentative-type person. She said that as mice went it had been pretty huge, it seemed to her, plus everybody knew that mice didn’t come singly.
    â€œThey live in nests. With other mice.”
    She said there was obviously a whole family of them hiding away somewhere, and that if you stayed and watched, you’d probably see hordes of them come out and run across the floor. I told her rather sharply that in that case she had better be prepared to sit in the kitchen all night, and maybe , if lots of mice appeared, and if they were really big mice, I might be prepared to put them on my list.
    Jem immediately said, “What list?”
    I said, “List I’m making of stuff that happens,ready for when Skye lets us open up and have a look.”
    â€œSo what’s happened so far?” said Jem.
    I had to admit nothing, apart from Daisy Hooper getting whacked on the ankle, which I didn’t honestly think we could count. Jem said she reckoned I still ought to make a note of it.
    â€œ And Mum’s mouse. Cos these things aren’t ever straightforward.”
    â€œYes, but you can’t just twist them to mean anything,” I said. “They’ve got to have a bit of resemblance to what’s written down.”
    Jem said, “ Clonk – Daisy. Monster – Mum. That’s two of mine, and they do have some resemblance! It could be,” she said, “that I’m the one with psychic powers. Not everybody has them. How much of what you wrote has come true?”
    Loftily I said, “Too early to tell. I’m waiting for proper scientific proof.”
    I certainly wasn’t putting Daisy Hooper’s ankle on the list, and I wasn’t putting Jem’s mum. Jemcould argue as much as she liked. An ankle is not the same as a head, and one small mouse isn’t the same as a horde of huge furry monsters. On the other hand, something very remarkable happened later that day. I got home to find that a leaflet had been pushed through the letterbox. It was there, lying face up on the mat.
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G ET FIT, HAVE FUN!
    S IGN UP NOW FOR ONE MONTH’S FREE TRIAL AT THE
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    Well. That was more like it! It was exactly what I’d written: An exciting new opportunity will arise. It should be grasped with both hands.
    If I could just get someone to grasp it… I rushed into the kitchen to show Mum.
    â€œMum,” I cried, “look! You can have a month’s free trial at the Greenbank Leisure Centre!”
    Mum said, “Oh, Frankie, I don’t have time for that.I’m far too busy.”
    It’s true that Mum is quite busy, doing dressmaking and stuff for all her ladies, but I’d have thought a bit of fun and keeping fit would have brightened up her life.
    â€œNot really,” said Mum. “I’d sooner put my feet up and have a cup of coffee.”
    What can you do? I try to be helpful.
    I showed the leaflet to