The talking freezer

Press, 8 July 1986, Page 18

The talking freezer

By JENNIFER STREET, aged 10

I woke up. My clock said 7.00. I raced out of bed and got dressed. The cat started to yeow. I put some Jellimeat on a saucer. Then I raced to the freezer. Suddenly I stopped. I could hear talking, "Yoe! Lamb chops, stop going baaaa! I heard someone moving n the house.”

I lifted up the freezer door and saw Pork Sausage look at his watch. I

slamed the door shut and fell on the cat “Meeooww.” I sneezed: “A-choo,” then looked at my feet. “No wonder I was sneezing,” I said to myself and looked at the fridge. It moved. I screamed, then heard the dog bark. I took him a dog bikkie. That made him quiet. I came back from feeding the dog. That was strange — the freezer had swapped places with the washing machine. I screamed again, then looked at the

Garfield poster hanging on the wall. It winked at me. I ran upstairs. Dad was having breakfast. He asked what I was doing up at that time of morning. I told him I got up at 7.00, as usual. He told me I couldn’t have because it was only 6.30 in the morning! Then I remembered — my clock was two hours fast.

Dad said that I may as well have breakfast with him since I was already up, and that’s what I did!