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Dangerous trainers
危险的运动鞋
Thud
,
thud
,
thud
My big
brother’s got some new trainers. He wears them all
the time.
Thud, thud, thud!
When he runs upstairs in
the
,
m the whole house
shakes. Mum shouts, ?Stop that noise!? My
brother’s
new trainers are big and
p
uffy and purple. They’ve got soles as
thick as tractor tyres.
Clump, clump. He’s clumping to his
bedroom. ‘Gangway!’ he shouts. I have to squash
myself against the wall, so my
feet
don’t get crushed ?I hate your horrible trainers!?
I tell him. ?They’re dangerous.’ But he just
clumps downstairs
again. Thud, thud,
thud. The front door slams. Thank goodness-
he’s gone out. It’s nice and peaceful
now. I can lie here on
the floor and
read my book.
Stomp, stomp,
stomp. The floor begins to tremble. Is a herd of
elephants heading this way? No, it’s
the new trainers. Here
they come again-
like great, purple, crushing machines.
?Mind my book. You’re trampling on it!?
My big brother throws
himself into a chair. He props his big purple feet
up on one another.
?I can’t see the
telly now! It’s my favourite programme. Your
trainers are in the way!?. Mum says: ?those new
trainers
are a menace! Take them off in
the house. ?
But my brother
says, ?I love my new trainers. They are great, I
am never going to take them off! Not
ever!? ?Then do up
those
dangly
laces!?
sighs
mum.
?You’ll
break
your
neck!?
But
my
brother
just
clumps
outside.
His
long
laces
dangle
behind him. And his
monster trainers squash all the little daisies on
the grass.
I
hate those new trainers. They should be banned. My
brother even wants to go to bed in his new
trainers. But mum says:
?I’ve never
heard of anything so silly. Take them off. ? So he
climbs up to his top bunk bed. He throws down his
new
trainers. Whump, whump, so they
land near my bottom bunk bed.
Mum
switches
off
our
light.
I
lie
in
the
dark
and
watch
the
dangerous
trainers.
They
seem
to
be
even
bigger
at
night.
They’ve got two big
purple tongues that stick out at me and go, ?Ya
boo.? They’ve got little eyes, like a spider. The
eyes
are watc
hing me back!
The trainers are alive. ?Don’t be silly,? I tell
myself. Trainers can’t be alive.
I close my eyes so I can’t see the
trainers any more. Then I fall asleep. But next
morning, when I wake up, the trainers
have
moved. There’s no doubt
about it.
They are under my
brother’s computer desk now. And they are neatly
side by side. My
big brother didn’t
move them because he is still in the top bunk,
snoring. You have been out, haven’t you? I wag my
finger
at the trainers. ?When we were
all asleep you went out on your own didn’t you??
But the trainers don’t say
a word. ?Wait until tonight,? I warn them. ?I
didn’t see you go out last night because I fell
asleep. But tonight I’ll stay awake.
I’ll catch you, just wait and see.?
The top bunk’s creaking. My big
brother’s waking up.
A life
of their own
?Your trainers are alive,?
I tell him. ?They go out at night on their own,
without you. You know those little metal holes
where you put your laces? Well, they
aren’t lace holes. They’re eyes. Your trainers
have
got lots of eyes, like spiders.
Did you
know that? And they’ve got big
slurpy purple tongues. ?
But my brother just groans ?you do talk
a load of rubbish!? Then he turns over and goes
back to sleep. Those trainers are
getting me really mad. They’re
wrecki
ng my things. Today I found my
crayons mashed into the carpet.
?you shouldn’t have left them on the
floor,? said my brother.
But
I bet those trainers did it. Clump, clump, clump.
You can’t get away from them. You can hear them
all over the house.
?Who squashed this
chewing gum into the carpet?? shouts
mum.
?it’s these
trainers,?
says
my
big
brother.
?I
haven’t
got
used
to
them
yet.?
they’re
so
big
and
heavy
I
can’t
control them. They
keep treading on things! ?Don’t be silly,? says
mum. ?It’s your fault, not your trainers. You’re
talking as if your trainers have a life
of their own.?
Mum doesn’t
know it. But she’s exactly right. Those trainers
do have a life of their own. They have a secret
life. They go
out at night, on their
own when we’re all asleep. They
must do, mustn’t they? How else could
they be in a different place by
morning?
Tonight I’m going
to prove it. I’m going to prove it. I’m going to
follow those trainers and see where they go. I’m
going to spy on them.
It’s
night
time.
It
must
be
very
late
because
the
house
is
quiet.
Mum
and
dad
are
in
bed.
But
I’m
not
asleep.
I’m
watching those trainers,
like I said I would.
It’s
hard work. My eyes keep closing. ?Don’t fall
asleep!? I whisper to myself. ?Stay
awake!?
The trainers are
behaving themselves s
o far. They
haven’t moved at all. But their spider eyes are
glittering in the dark. I
don’t trust
them. They’re very sneaky. As soon as I close my
eyes they’ll be off, on their own. But my eyelids
are so heavy.
My head is dropping down.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
The
trainers
are
on
the
move!
I
knew
it.
I
knew
they
had
a
secret
life.
They’re
marching
down
the
stairs.
Clump,
clump,clump. What if
they wake up mum and dad? But they don’t. Even
though they’re making an awful din. I slip out of
bed and follow them. I tip-toe down the
stairs in my bare feet.
At
the bottom of the stairs the trainers stop. They
look around. ?Ah ha,? I think. ?You’re trapped
now. The front door
is locked.? but the
trainers aren’t trapped. Have you ever seen a
hamster squeeze through a tiny spac
e?
The trainers can do
that. They squeeze,
like purple toothpaste, though the letter box.
First one, then the other.
Oh no, they’re escaping. I look out
through the glass bit in the front door. They’re
stomping down the garden path! I turn
the key in the
front door
and let myself out. Mum would go mad if she knew.
It’s very late. There’s a big silver moon in the
sky. And I’m out here in the garden, in
my pyjamas.
But
I’m on a mission. I’m finding out all about the
secret life of trainers. I’m finding out what they
do when we’re all
asleep. I hide behind
a bush and spy on them. At first, they look very
innocent. They’re walking around the garden in the
moonlight. Just walking.
?That’s not dangerous, ?I think,
?They’re just out for a walk, that’s all. A walk
in the moonlight.? but no. A moth
flies
by. And suddenly, the trainers spring into action.
One of them throws out a lace like a lasso.
Got it! The moth flutters.
But it can’t get free. Then the big purple tongue
flicks out and, gulp, the moth is gone.
I
can’t
believe
it!
The
trainers
aren’t
taking
a
walk.
They’re
hunting.
Hunting
for
things
to
eat.
My
brother’s
trainers
are
carnivorous!
They’re very
good hunters. They guzzle everything in sight. A
shiny black beetle trundles across the grass. He
doesn’t
stand a chance. Flick goes the
lace and he’s dragged into the trainer’s purple
throat. Crunch, crunch. ?Burp!? goes the
trainer.
A worm
pops its head up. Wham! Goes a trainer and stomps
on it. The other trainer licks it up with its
tongue. The trainers
sn
iff
the air. They’re looking for something else to
gobble. I hear a rustling in the bushes. A baby
mouse pops out its pink
nose. Oh no!
The trainers’ eyes gleam at each other. They stay
very, very quiet. They’re waiting. The baby mouse
darts out of
the
gra
ss. ?Run, mouse, run!? I shout,
?You’re in deadly danger. The trainers will gobble
you up! Run for your life!?
Leave them alone
!
But the baby mouse doesn’t hear me. He
doesn’t know what danger he’s in. He doesn’t know
about the carnivorous
trainers.
He
pitter-
patters
nearer,
nearer.
Fast
as
you
can
blink,
the
laces
flick out. He’s
tied up
like
an
Egyptian
mummy!
A
big
purple tongue slides out and --
?will you stop shouting?? says my
brother. ?I’m trying to get some sleep!? I sit up
in bed.
?I saw them. I
saw
your trainers. They were out in the garden
hunting. They crunch beetles. They lick up worms.
They tied a
baby mouse up like a mummy.
?
?what? ? says my brother,
rubbing his eyes. ?Did you say a baby mouse??
?Yes,? I cry. ?And I can prove it. Look,
they
’re not where you left
them, are they? They’re in a different
place!?
My brother looks
down from the top bunk bed. The trainers aren’t
where he threw them. They’re neatly side by side,
next
to the book case.
Mum switches on the light. ?What’s the
matter?
Who was shouting?? ?He was,?
says my brother,
pointing at me. ?He’s
being silly, as usual. He says he saw my trainers
try to eat a baby mouse. He says they’ve been out
in
our garden hunting!? ?Well, why have
they moved over there? I shout at him.? ?They
weren’t there when we went to
sleep.
That
proves
they’ve
been
out
somewhere.?
?Oh,
that,?
says
mum.
?I
moved
them.
I
always
come
in
when
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