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Ramboy - Bethan Gwanas
To the pupils of Ysgol y Berwyn, Bala, for helping me work out the plot in the original Welsh version, and the pupils of Ysgol y Gader, Dolgellau, for helping me with teenage-speak in English!
© Bethan Gwanas & Y Lolfa 2009
This book is subject to copyright and may not be reproduced by any means except for review purposes without the prior, written consent of the publishers.
The publisher acknowledges the support of the
Welsh Books Council
ISBN: 9780862439934
E-ISBN: 978-1-84771-803-7
Printed on acid-free and partly recycled paper
and published and bound in Wales by
Y Lolfa Cyf., Talybont, Ceredigion SY24 5HE
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Chapter 1
It all started in the middle of the night when I woke up feeling really uncomfortable and sweating like mad. I tossed and turned for ages and eventually decided to get up and go to the toilet. It didn’t make sense; why was I crawling on all fours along the landing, and why were my pyjama bottoms trailing behind me, hanging off one leg? I should have realised then that something was very wrong, but I was still half asleep, wasn’t I?
When I finally made it to the bathroom, I had a few problems getting on to my feet to face the pan. I managed it in the end, but it was all a bit of a mess. It had gone everywhere apart from where it should go. I stared at the puddles on the floor and groaned. Mam was going to kill me. But it was no problem, really: I could blame my dad, or even better, my big brother, Gareth.
Heading for the sink, I had trouble getting to my feet again and had to lean hard on the edge of the sink to see myself in the mirror. That’s when I screamed. I was a sheep!
I’m not joking. Honestly, instead of seeing my own face in the mirror – the fairly good looking 13-year-old face of Dewi Lloyd, rugby star of the future – there was a big fat sheep’s head staring back at me, a sheep with its mouth wide open and its eyes almost popping out of their sockets. I tried to tell myself it was only a dream. It was just a daft nightmare, that’s all, and I’d wake up in a minute. I tried pinching myself – but couldn’t. No fingers, no hands, only four stupid, woolly legs which are totally impossible to pinch anything with. This nightmare wasn’t much fun. I know they aren’t usually that pleasant, that’s why they’re called nightmares, but this one really sucked. The smell coming off me was just like manky old wool, too.
I trotted back to bed so that I could wake up. Gareth was still grunting and snoring away in the other bed, and he definitely wasn’t a sheep. His ugly face was squashed into the pillow, and he was drooling out of the corner of his mouth. He looked more like a bulldog. It was three am on the alarm clock.
Jumping onto my bed, I stuffed my head under the quilt. But within seconds, I was sweating like a pig again (well, a sheep in this case). I kicked the quilt away and just couldn’t settle. It’s not easy to get comfortable lying on your back when you’ve got four legs. When was this crazy dream going to end? I was wide awake now, and starving. So I went downstairs to the kitchen (on all fours, head first, which was pretty scary) and opened the fridge door with my nose. It was full, but I didn’t really fancy anything, not even the cheese strings, not even the gooey piece of chocolate gâteau that was left over from Sunday.
So I wandered into the living room, which is full of my Mam’s precious potted plants, plants she treats with more love and affection than her own children. Before I realised what I was doing, my Mam’s Elephant Ear, her favourite plant of all, was in my mouth, down my throat and heading for my stomach.
I stared at the pot: there was nothing left, nothing but a ragged stalk and a bit of compost. It looked awful. But it had tasted so good… really good, wonderfully juicy, the perfect starter. I couldn’t resist it; I went round every single plant in the room. I ate every leaf, every flower, every bud. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I felt sleepy after that, so I settled myself on the mat in front of the fireplace, and fell asleep – until I woke up with a start. Beams of sunlight were shooting through the window and I could hear birds singing. I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece: five o’clock. I was stiff, sore and totally naked – where were my pyjamas? Then I realised with a sigh of relief that I had human legs and arms again – I wasn’t a sheep! So it must have been a dream after all. I was just getting up with a big grin on my face when I suddenly realised that all my Mam’s plants had disappeared. They had been chewed to bits – and oh no, please no… there were sheep droppings all over the carpet, big lumps of black balls absolutely everywhere, and some had been squashed deep into the shag pile. I could feel beads of sweat rising on my forehead, and I started trembling. This nightmare was becoming ridiculous.
I ran upstairs, grabbing my pyjama bottoms from the bathroom floor on the way, and crawled into bed. My head was about to explode and I really didn’t think I would be able to fall asleep ever again, but I must have done, because the next thing I heard was: AAAAAAAAH!
Mam’s voice from the living room below. "My plants! Something has eaten them! Every