The Curse of the School Rabbit

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The Curse of the School Rabbit
Judith Kerr

The laugh-out-loud story of a boy who needs a new bike for Christmas, the rabbit who might help him get it, and a lot of bad luck… From the one and only Judith Kerr, creator of The Tiger Who Came to Tea and Mog the Forgetful Cat! It all started with the school rabbit… Snowflake is the school rabbit, and Snowflake is TROUBLE. At least that’s what Tommy thinks. And when Snowflake unexpectedly comes to stay just before Christmas and EVERYTHING starts to go wrong, it looks like Tommy might be right. Even if he is getting more pocket money for feeding it and might be able to get that new bike after all… With a sick sister left in bed, a snobby actor left with suspiciously damp trousers, and no rabbit anywhere to be seen, Tommy can see his hopes of a new bike for Christmas disappearing as fast as Snowflake. Will Snowflake turn up, and turn out to be more good luck than bad? Or are Tommy and his family DOOMED by the curse of the school rabbit? A fantastically funny and exquisitely illustrated young fiction title from the iconic Judith Kerr, this is the perfect story for boys and girls of six plus to read alone or with their family – and the perfect gift for everyone!

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2019

Published in this ebook edition in 2019

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Source ISBN: 9780008351847

Ebook Edition © June 2019 ISBN: 9780008352608

Version: 2019-06-05

To my grandchildren, Alexander and Tatiana, with all my love

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It was all the fault of the school rabbit.

The school rabbit is called Snowflake, and it belongs to Miss Bennet who teaches the Second Years. If Miss Bennet didn’t have Snowflake, she wouldn’t be able to teach the Second Years or anyone else. They write stories about Snowflake for English and draw Snowflake in Art, and for Arithmetic they weigh Snowflake and measure Snowflake in both centimetres and inches.

I never liked Snowflake because when I was in Miss Bennet’s class and trying to measure Snowflake’s length in centimetres, Snowflake peed on me. Miss Bennet said it was an accident, but I think Snowflake did it on purpose.

Now my little sister Angie is in Miss Bennet’s class, and she thinks both Snowflake and Miss Bennet are wonderful. Angie does all the story-writing and drawing and measuring of Snowflake, and she has even invented a Snowflake dance with which she shows off to the grown-ups. Actually Angie shows off a lot of the time anyway, and sometimes people say she takes after our father, who is an actor. But Dad always says that acting is not showing off but immersing yourself in the character. I don’t think Angie immerses herself in a rabbit.

Having a father who is an actor can be either a good or a bad thing. It’s good when people have seen him on television and say nice things about him.

It’s not so good when he is out of work or “resting”, as they call it, and he wanders about the house looking sad, and we can’t have new clothes or holidays away.

Dad had been having one of these “resting” patches for a while, and I was getting a bit worried because it was coming up to Christmas and I really need a new bicycle.

But then one evening Uncle Mike appeared unexpectedly while we were having our supper. We all like Uncle Mike. He and Dad were at acting school together, but Uncle Mike didn’t become an actor. He became a director, which is someone who gives actors jobs, so I was extra pleased to see him.

Uncle Mike was very excited. He said he had been asked to direct a film starring an actor called Gordon Strong, who used once to be famous. In the film Gordon Strong would play a dashing secret agent, which is what he always used to do, but he would also have a partner. The partner would, of course, be less dashing, but it was work and the money was good, and it was up to Dad what he made of the part, said Uncle Mike.

Dad said, “Oh Lord! Gordon Strong!” and Uncle Mike said, “I know, but he’s much better these days. In fact, I thought I might bring him round here. The family atmosphere, you know. He’s very sentimental about families, never having achieved one himself.”

Mum said, “Well, he’ll be very welcome, of course,” and Angie said (as I knew she would), “I’ll do my Snowflake dance for him,” but Mum said, “No, if Mr Strong comes to see us, he and Daddy will just want to talk.”

Then Dad said, “He won’t like me being taller than him,” and Uncle Mike said, “Well, most people are taller than Gordon Strong, but it might be a good idea for you to crouch down a bit, so that it won’t be so noticeable.” Then they all said the usual stuff about Angie and me being very polite to Gordon Strong, which we would have been anyway, and in the end Uncle Mike said he would bring him to tea the next day.

Next day when I came home from school Uncle Mike and Gordon Strong had already arrived and they were talking with Dad in the living room. Dad was leaning forward in a way he doesn’t usually do, so his head and Gordon Strong’s head were more or less on a level because Gordon Strong was really quite short.

Uncle Mike said, “Tommy, say hello to Mr Strong,” and I said, “Hello, Mr Strong,” and Mr Strong said, “Well hello, Tomasso,” which I think is Italian.

There was a special tea waiting on the table with little sandwiches and cakes and I wondered when we were going to eat it, but Uncle Mike and Dad and Mr Strong kept on talking and Dad was looking very cheerful, so that was good. Mum said that Angie was supposed to be dropped off by someone and they were late, but just then the doorbell rang. I could hear Mum’s voice in the hall, and Angie’s, and someone else’s, which seemed to go on rather. Then there was a sort of thump, and then the door flew open and Angie just stood there. She was holding something in her arms and she shouted, “Traraa!” like someone in the circus and then she threw out her arms and the thing jumped across the room, and it was Snowflake.

Dad said, “Angie, what on earth …?” and then the front door banged and Mum came in and said, “It was Miss Bennet, she was in a terrible state …” and Angie said, “We’ve got to look after Snowflake because poor Miss Bennet’s mother is ill and Miss Bennet has to go and look after her, and I told her you wouldn’t mind and she’s given me a list of all the things Snowflake likes to eat.”

Uncle Mike laughed, but I could see he didn’t really think it was funny, and he said, “Well, Gordon, there you see it, ha ha, that’s family life.” But Mr Strong didn’t say anything. He was standing absolutely still and looking down at Snowflake, who was peeing on his trouser leg.

I’m not quite sure what happened next. I think Dad made a sort of lunge at Snowflake, but he must have tripped, and he and Mr Strong both fell over. Mr Strong was left half kneeling on the floor, but Dad was stretched right out on his stomach, reaching out for Snowflake, who’d got away, of course, and I saw Mr Strong looking down at Dad and sort of measuring him. It was a bit like measuring Snowflake, only he was doing it in his head and frowning.

Uncle Mike helped Mr Strong up and Dad got up too and everybody was apologising and fussing about Mr Strong’s trousers. They were pale grey but almost black where Snowflake had peed on them, and I think they were beginning to smell a bit too. Uncle Mike was still trying to pretend that it was funny, but it wasn’t a bit convincing.

At last Uncle Mike said in his pretend-jolly voice, “Well, after all this I think we deserve some tea,” but Mr Strong said it had been delightful meeting us all, but now he must go.

Mum said, “Won’t you just stay for a quick cup?” and Mr Strong said, no he was sorry, and Uncle Mike said, “Then let me drive you,” and Mr Strong said, “Thank you, but my driver is outside. I’ll be in touch.” And then he had to push past Angie who had got hold of Snowflake and was standing in his way by the door, and he gave a sort of shudder and left.

After this nobody said anything for a bit. We heard Mr Strong’s car drive off, and then Dad said, “Well, that’s that.”

Uncle Mike said, “It probably wouldn’t have worked anyway. You’re a good three inches taller than him and he spotted it, of course. Mind you, being peed on by a rabbit didn’t help.”

Angie said, “It wasn’t Snowflake’s fault. Mr Strong was staring at it. Snowflake hates being stared at.” Then she made a soppy face and said, “Poor bunny.”

I looked at Mum, and I could see that, like me, she was thinking that now there wouldn’t be much money for Christmas presents. I wouldn’t have minded so much, only I really, really need that bicycle. The one I’ve got is about six sizes too small for me. So I shouted at Angie. I shouted, “Poor bunny! Ha! I spit on it,” which is what the villain in one of Mr Strong’s old movies always said, and Angie screamed, “Mum! Tommy said he’d spit on Snowflake!”