The Magic Charm. Summer Waters
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Silver
Dolphins
THE MAGIC CHARM
Summer Waters
For Antonia MacPhee – My Dolphin Girl
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Out at sea thirty dolphins waited anxiously for their leader to arrive. Some of them whispered together in low whistles and clicks. Others stayed silent, scanning the horizon with bright eyes. One little dolphin couldn’t keep still. He rolled in the water, butting his sister with his silver head, calling for her to play with him.
“Mum,” squeaked Dream crossly. “Bubbles is annoying me.”
“Hush now,” their mother clicked back. “Your father’s coming.”
Bubbles stopped teasing his big sister.
“I see him,” he whistled, his tail smacking the water excitedly. “Can I go and meet him, Mum?”
“No, darling. You must wait here with everyone else.”
Bubbles bobbed in the water, clicking impatiently, until the large dolphin with a striking yellow blaze along his side drew nearer, then he too fell silent. Spirit, the large dolphin, halted a tail’s length in front of the pod and slowly bowed his magnificent head.
“Our search is over,” he announced. “At last we have found a new Silver Dolphin.”
An excited whistle rippled from the pod through the water.
“Our new Silver Dolphin is young,” Spirit continued. “She has much to learn, but she is a very special child and I know she will serve us well. Be kind to her. Help her to fulfil her tasks and in return she will help us.”
“When will we meet her?” squeaked Bubbles, the words bursting from his mouth before he could stop them.
Spirit smiled.
“Soon,” he whistled. “Very soon.”
What are Lauren and Becky doing?”
Antonia Lee and her best friend Sophie Hastings were walking across the school field of Sandy Bay Primary after a game of rounders when Antonia suddenly changed direction.
“Oh, that’s mean! They’re teasing a frog.” Antonia broke into a run shouting, “Leave it alone. That’s cruel.”
Lauren laughed and continued poking the frog with her rounders bat, cheering each time the frog jumped forward.
Angrily Antonia squatted down and scooped the frog into her hands.
“That’s Lauren’s frog,” said Becky, stepping towards her. “She’s teaching it to jump.”
“You’re cruel,” said Antonia hotly. “How would you like to be poked with a rounders bat?”
“Eeewww, that’s gross! She’s touching it.” Lauren backed away. “Come on, Becky. Game over.”
Antonia cradled the frog in her hands. Its lumpy brown body quivered with fright and its eyes bulged with uncertainty.
“I’m going to put him in the school pond,” she told Sophie. “Will you come with me?”
Sophie sighed. “You like all animals, don’t you, even the ugly ones?”
“Not all animals,” Antonia grinned cheekily. “People are animals too, but I don’t like Lauren and Becky.”
“Becky’s all right when you get to know her,” said Sophie unexpectedly. “She comes to one of Dad’s art classes.”
Sophie’s father was an artist who ran classes from his studio. When she wasn’t busy daydreaming Sophie helped him out, setting up easels and handing round paintbrushes.
“Please will you come to the pond with me?” Antonia changed the subject, not wanting to argue.
“Of course I’ll come.”
“We’ll have to be quick. We’ve got afternoon assembly next because a visitor’s coming in to tell us who won the poster competition.”
Carefully Antonia carried the frog to the pond and left it on the water’s edge in the shade of some reeds. When she and Sophie returned to class, 5B were changing out of their PE kits and back into school uniform. Miss Brown frowned.
“Where have you two been? Don’t tell me, you stopped to have a chat. Hurry up, girls, or you’ll make us all late.”
Antonia changed quickly, trying not to be the last to line up at the door. When everyone was ready Miss Brown led the class along to the hall. As Antonia filed in, she stared curiously at the woman sitting next to their head teacher. The visitor had a faraway look on her face as if she was thinking about something special.
“She looks like a sea witch,” whispered Sophie dramatically. “Oh, poo! There’s no room to sit together.”
The visitor had wild brown hair and seaweed-green clothes, but Antonia thought her face was too kind to belong to a witch. She stifled a giggle as Sophie, pulling faces, reluctantly started a new line. When the whole school was assembled the woman stood up, smiling broadly so that her green eyes disappeared into her wrinkled face.
“Good