FROM UNDER THE RAINBOW
A rainy day when the troupe considers Dylan and Red Tabby’s growing fame… Snip! Snip! Snip! Prudence carefully cut up one side and down another until the newspaper article fluttered to the carpet. Marmaduke picked the cutting up and added it to the growing pile on Stomper’s desk. Rain rattled against the windows, but Lord Stomper’s library felt snug and cosy. ‘How many does that make?’ Marmaduke asked. A large scrapbook lay open on the desk in front of the Ringmaster. ‘Twenty-seven so far,’ said Chia, expertly wielding his paste brush, ‘and every one’s a rave.’ ‘What’s a rave?’ asked Marmaduke. ‘A rave review,’ Prudence explained. ‘Irma told me it means everyone thinks “Under the Rainbow” is perfect – which it is.’ ‘And here’s another lot.’ Stomper came in, balancing a tall pile of newspapers and magazines. ‘We’ll need more scrapbooks at this rate,’ said Chia. ‘Time for a break,’ announced Madame Lulu from the doorway. Chia looked up from his task. ‘Hot chocolate! And my favourite cake!’ ‘And fruit shakes for Prudence and Marmaduke, I see,’ said Stomper, handing out the treats. Chia set about pouring hot chocolate while Madame Lulu flopped into one of the library’s comfy leather chairs. ‘What a week this has been,’ she sighed. ‘Perhaps, now, we’ll be able to get back to normal.’ ‘Not likely,’ Stomper warned, flipping through the pile of newsprint he’d just brought in. ‘What about all these? Not a critical word from anyone.’ ‘I should hope not,’ said Chia. ‘What I’m saying,’ Stomper pressed on, ‘is that our troupe – and Dylan and Red Tabby in particular – are turning into really big stars.’ ‘But they’re big stars already,’ protested Prudence, ‘Our big stars.’ ‘Prudence is right,’ Marmaduke agreed. ‘I know,’ said Stomper. ‘But being a circus star is one thing. Being a movie star quite another.’ ‘They may not find it easy,’ said Madame Lulu, ‘but I know they’ll be up to it.’ ‘Is it like being a rock star?’ Marmaduke asked. Stomper nodded. ‘Very like,’ he replied. All the recent fuss and commotion reminded him why he’d left behind the hectic life touring with Banjo and the band. Since the film’s premiere, the idea of a quiet day’s fishing had begun to look very attractive. The old telephone jangled impatiently outside the library door. ‘I’ll get it,’ said Madame Lulu. ‘It’s sure to be the press.’ FOR MORE OF DYLAN AND RED TABBY’S ADVENTURES SIMPLY FIND AND OPEN ANOTHER TREASURE CHEST! |