Trevie Bear & Lazy Baba Go to Indonesia by Carolyn Smith (classic literature list .txt) 📖

he was quite scared too. They had no idea where they were or if they were safe. They couldn’t even understand the language that this man was speaking. But they couldn’t stay here in the bag. He knew that much. They had been stolen; this man would probably want to sell them or worse, throw them away!

“Lazy Baba, I know you don’t want to step out of the bag. I know that you are scared. I am too, but we have to escape. We don’t know what this man will do with us.”

Tears began to well up in her eyes again. She knew that he was right. She was going to have to be brave. She sniffed back her tears and nodded.

Trevie Bear very carefully and quietly began to unzip the bag. He stopped after every millimeter to check that he had not been detected. Soon he was able to see out of the bag. They were in a small dimly lit room. There was a wooden table in the middle and this was where the man was sat. He was smoking a cigarette and was talking to a small boy. The boy was sat at the table opposite the man. He was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a white and blue striped t-shirt, which reminded Trevie Bear of a sailor. The boy was young and his feet did not touch the floor, he could not have been more than five years old. Trevie Bear watched cautiously as the little boy kicked his legs under the table. The man laughed at something the boy had said before blowing smoke high up in to the air.

Without warning the little boy jumped down from his chair and ran towards the bag where Trevie Bear and Lazy Baba were hiding. He picked it up and placed it on the table between himself and the man. The man started to unzip the bag. Trevie Bear gasped and grabbed Lazy Baba’s hand.
Chapter 6

The man emptied the contents of the bag on to the table top. Pencils, rulers, a drawing a book, a very expensive camera and Trevie Bear, still holding on to Lazy Baba fell out of the bag. The man picked up the camera and turned it over in his hands. He was clearly very impressed with it.

The little boy however, saw Trevie Bear and his eyes lit up. He gently lifted Trevie Bear from the table and smiled. He pulled him in close and cuddled him stroking his fur. Then the boy jumped down from the table and ran out of the room, taking Trevie Bear with him. Lazy Baba was left on the table, alone with the man.

The man was still inspecting the camera and had not noticed any of the other things which had fallen from the bag. Lazy Baba wondered whether she would be able to climb down from the table and follow Trevie Bear without the man seeing her. She decided against it as she would have to move extremely quickly and stealthily, but she was frozen with fear and would probably make too much noise and be too slow. As a result she lay there, on the cold wooden table, not moving an inch, waiting for either the man to leave or Trevie Bear to return. She hoped that Trevie Bear would be okay with the little boy. She wondered where he had taken him.

Trevie Bear was catapulted on to the little boy’s bed. The boy climbed on moments later and jumped up and down on the mattress. Each time he landed he sent Trevie Bear hurtling through the air. The boy soon got bored of this game though and then began to use Trevie Bear as a punch bag. He punched Trevie Bear’s nose with his fist several times laughing after each one. Trevie Bear was not used to this kind of rough play. His first and only owner had been Becky. She was gentle and kind. She liked to have tea parties and never played games where Trevie Bear could get hurt. He preferred Becky’s games he thought as he was once again propelled through the air, landing with a thud on the floor. He missed her terribly. He wondered what Lazy Baba was up to. He hoped that she was okay on the table in the other room with the man. He was worried that the man would decide she was rubbish and throw her away. He had to get back to her…somehow.

Chapter 7

As night fell, the little boy fell asleep in his bed. He had left Trevie Bear on the floor next to the bed. In the unfamiliar room the moonlight cast strange shadows on the furniture. It was frightening for Trevie Bear as he looked around the room for the door. He saw that it was slightly ajar. He listened intently but could not hear anything outside the room. It was pitch black outside the room and not another sound could be heard in the whole house. Trevie Bear had not seen much of the house when he was being carried by the boy, so he had no idea which direction to take. Suddenly he heard a scuffling noise in front of him. He couldn’t see anything and he had no idea what could be making that sound. He flattened himself against the wall and held his breath.

The scuffling noise was coming closer and closer. Terror gripped Trevie Bear, what could this be? Tiny drops of sweat began to form around his forehead. He could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest. He was willing himself to be quiet and still.

Ever closer it came, scuffle, shuffle, scuffle. What was it?

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was all Trevie Bear could do not to shout out in fear.

“Sssh!” It was Lazy Baba. She had managed to escape from the table and had come to find him. He gave a deep sigh of huge relief. He was so glad to see her, he had been so worried and so scared.

“We have to get out of here,” He said in a whisper.

“I know and I know the way out,” she replied, her voice full of confidence. “The man went out about half an hour ago. I watched him go; I saw which door he used. I waited on the table until I thought it was safe and then I came looking for you.”

“Why were you shuffling?”

“I hurt my ankle when I climbed off the table. I landed funny.”

“Are you ok?” Trevie Bear asked concerned.

“Yes I’m fine. Take my hand and stay close to me. I don’t think we should hang around.” Lazy Baba took hold of Trevie Bear’s hand and little by little directed him past all of the furniture in the little house and towards the door which held their freedom. Lazy Baba couldn’t walk quickly and she dragged her left ankle behind her. It was clearly hurt quite badly, but they didn’t have time to think about that now. They needed to get out of the house before the man came back or the boy woke up.

The door in the kitchen was shut tight. There was no way that either of them would be strong enough to open it. Lazy Baba dropped her head in misery and was about to give up all hope of being able to escape when Trevie Bear grabbed her arm.

“Look!” he said pointing to the window above the sink. Lazy Baba looked to where Trevie Bear was pointing and noticed that the window was open, it was high up though. Trevie Bear was already pulling a chair from the table towards the kitchen worktop. He climbed up on to the chair swiftly before clambering on to the worktop to see if he would be able to reach the window. If he jumped as high as he could then he would just be about able to reach.

“Come on Lazy Baba, it won’t be easy, but we can do it. It’s our only chance.”

Lazy Baba struggled to climb on to the chair. She winced; her ankle was more painful than she thought. Trevie Bear noticed that she was having trouble so he leant down over the worktop and reached out to her. She grabbed on to his fluffy paw and he pulled her up. She was heavy and it hurt his arm to pull her, but they had to act quickly before they were caught and trapped here forever. Trevie Bear pushed Lazy Baba up as high as he could until she was able to grab on to the window sill. She pulled with all her might and scrambled through the window. Trevie Bear was just about to jump up and make his escape as well when the kitchen light went on.

Trevie Bear froze and stood as still as he could pushing himself against the wall behind the sink in the hope that he would not be seen. The little boy entered the kitchen. He sleepily rubbed his eyes as the kitchen light shone brightly. He walked over to the fridge squinting as he went because his eyes had not yet adjusted to the light and took out a bottle of water. He then closed the fridge and without a second glance he walked out of the kitchen turning the light off behind him. While the light had been on Trevie Bear had noticed that this was the room they had been in when they first arrived in the house. There was the wooden table in the middle of the room where they had been tipped mercilessly out of the bag and there on the table top was Dad’s camera. Now however, Trevie Bear was once again cast into darkness. His eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the pitch black so he stayed exactly where he was until he could see what he was doing. He jumped down off the worktop and on to the chair. He waited for a few seconds to make sure he was alone before jumping from the chair and on to the floor. He darted across