That evening Abby went up to her bedroom to check the tank. She could not find Mr. Sticky. She lay on her bed and slept for a while. When she woke up, she kneeled down to have another look in the tank but there was still no sign of Mr. Sticky. She went downstairs.
Her mum was busy working. She looked impatient when she saw Abby in the doorway and even more impatient when she heard the bad news.
"He will turn up." her mum said. "Now off to bed Abby. I've got lots of work to do."
Abby felt her face become hot and red. she was upset.
"You've scooped him up haven't you," she said. You were in such a rush you scooped him up."
"I have not. I was very careful. But he is very small."
"What's wrong with being small?"
"Nothing at all. But it makes things hard to find."
"Or notice," Abby said and ran from the room.
The door to the bedroom opened and Mum's face appeared. Abby tried to ignore her but it was hard when she walked over to the bed and sat next to her. She was holding her glasses in her hand. She waved them at Abby.
"These are my new pair of glasses," she said. "Extra powerful, for snail hunting." She smiled at Abby. Abby tried not to smile back.
To be continued…
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