Iggy and Me and The Happy Birthday. Jenny Valentine

      “Where do I put it?” said Iggy.

      “Somewhere it won’t get lost,” said Mum.

      “Where’s that?” Dad said. (Things are always getting lost in our house.)

      “Put it on the fridge,” I said. Mum puts important pieces of paper there. “Put it on the fridge with a magnet.”

      Iggy ran off, flapping her list.

      “What does she want then, Flo?” Dad said when Iggy was gone.

      “She wants a hamster.”

      “She wants two hamsters,” Mum said, “according to that list.”

      “And apart from two hamsters?” Dad said.

      “She wants a bike,” I said. “She wants a pink and purple bike with tassels on the handlebars, and a bell and a basket, and a seat for teddies.”

      Just then Iggy ran out with her list again. “I thought of another thing!”

      “What is it?” I said.

      “I need an ambulance.”

      “A what?”

      “An ambulance for my toy hospital,” she said.

      11: Ambulance for teddies

      And, “Oh!” she said.

      12: Shelf for my books

      And, “Oh yes!”

      13: A pretend phone that looks really really real

      And then, “Just one more…”

      14: A HAMSTER

       Poor Iggy

      When Mum and Dad woke me up in the morning I heard a strange sound. It was Iggy.

      Iggy normally sings and chatterboxes when we are waking up, but today she was just groaning. It was quite loud.

      “Can you hear that?” said Mum.