‘Alright, Cat,’ said Arthur, perching himself on the swing.

The cat didn’t react.

‘Hey?’ he called out. ‘Earth to Cat!’

‘Whaat!?’ meowed the cat unhappily, making him jump. ‘Can’t you see I was sleeping? I was having the greatest dream ever. I was able to fly! And, if you really must know, I’d be a lot more all right if breakfast wasn’t always those same dreadful, dry biscuits. And now that you bring it up, I need you to have a little word with your mum for me. You know, ask her to come up with something a bit more exciting for a change. What d’ya say?’

‘So, it’s really true, then. We can talk!’ Arthur said, mouth agape.

‘Oh Lord, didn’t we go through all of this last night?’

‘Well, yeah we did, but…’

‘But you woke up thinking that maybe you’d dreamt it?’

‘Well, actually yeah, but…’

‘But, as you can see, you didn’t, and yes, we can.’

‘Well, yeah, but…’

But before he could finish, a screeching sound made them both look towards the porch door. His sister’s head had just appeared in the doorway, and she was looking very pleased with herself.

‘Anna!’ puffed his mother, seconds later, looking decidedly flustered. ‘You can’t run away before breakfast—how far do you think you’ll get on an empty stomach? Arthur, come and eat, and don’t leave the door open to the porch. How many times have I told you?’

‘But, Mama! It wasn’t me!’

‘Of course it wasn’t. It never is,’ she said, making a point of stepping outside and looking around.

‘Ugh!’ he groaned. But it was pointless to argue. And in any case, what did it matter? He was always in trouble for just about everything that went wrong, especially where it concerned his baby sister. His mother went back inside, closing the door with a bang.

‘Well, Cat, that settles it, then. We definitely need to go fishing again today.’

It took him much longer to finish all his tasks that day. The list had included helping his aunt vacuum the entire cottage, which, whilst not big, was still a pain, especially when you were in a rush not to be there. On top of that, he’d also been told to mop the floors in the kitchen, which he’d ended up having to do twice because no sooner had he finished the first time, than the dog had traipsed through, leaving muddy paw marks everywhere.

‘What took you? I’ve been waiting ages,’ meowed the cat, spotting him coming up the path.

‘Aunty M decided I needed to help her vacuum everything. Come on, let’s get out of here before she and mum come up with something else for me to do.’

‘Good idea. But don’t think for a moment that your life is harder than mine. I just woke up with ants in my fur!’

In all the excitement of discovering that he could talk with the cat, Arthur had quite forgotten about the events of the previous afternoon, and it was only once they climbed up onto the railway path that everything flooding back. Drawing nearer to the spot where the train had stood, two hefty crane engines were now lifting large pieces of tangled metal out of a very large hole.

‘Cat, look there. That’s where a weird-looking black train was parked last night…You’re not thinking what I’m thinking, are you?’

‘Well, not unless you were also thinking that we’ve just missed the turning for the lake path.’

‘Halt! That’s as far as you!’ growled a man, suddenly appearing from down the side of the embankment, dressed like a security guard. ‘This section of the line is closed.’

‘Closed? But why? What happened?’ Arthur asked, seeing that a whole load of trees on either side of the hole had been blown over, and that most of them were blackened and charred.