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If Jon didn’t open his curtains then he could still pretend that it was an ordinary Monday morning, he still had to brush his teeth and then he’d pick up his schoolbag and go downstairs. Just like every morning. Just like normal.
Only this wasn’t the same old Monday morning. This was four weeks into ‘The worst rain this millennium!’ like Dad shouted at Mum over dinner last night, as if it was her fault.
The river had finally burst its banks at four o’clock this morning and now the ground floor of their creaky old cottage was a metre deep in water.
Dad had started yelling three hours ago and to Jon it seemed as though he would never stop. Words like carpet and telly and car and canoe bounced like bullets around the top floor of the house.
Did they think he was still asleep? And then he realised what was missing. Moggsy.
Can cats swim? he wondered in a panic and wrenching open his bedroom door, he yelled at the top of his voice, “MU-UM!!”
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