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believe these protesters, our village is about to lose a piece of paradise,” Andy wittered on. “Not just primroses and whatnot. But all kinds of wildlife apparently.”
    How come Andy was suddenly so keen on Nature? Mum can’t usually drag him away from the snooker long enough to cut our grass!
    Frankie gave a gasp. “Nobody move!” she said.
    “It’s not a spider, is it?” quavered Mum.
    Frankie had an incredibly tense expression, like someone waiting for a sneeze. “I have had the most AWESOME idea,” she announced.
    Honestly, that girl! Of course, she’d got everyone staring at her now.
    “Remember the photograph Mrs Poole showed us, of those villagers at the beginning of the nineteenth century? Well, where do you think it was taken?” She waited for us to catch on.
    Lyndz looked puzzled. “Browses Piece, wasn’t it?”
    “Yeah, definitely,” said Kenny.
    Frankie beamed around the room. “Isn’t that a totally incredible coincidence?”
    Everyone looked blank.
    “Don’t you see how perfect it is?” she said, waving her arms like a windmill. “Here’s this lovely little beauty spot which has been here, like, forever. I mean, our grandparents and great-grandparents used to go there to chill out with
their
kids. And now thanks to some horrible DIY company, my baby sister might never set eyes on even ONE of those buttercups. I mean, is this serious ecology or WHAT?”
    “So are you saying, forget all the big stuff in the books and do something about Browses Piece instead?” Kenny asked.
    Frankie nodded. “Mrs Weaver will love it!”
    “Sounds great,” said Andy. “Think globally. Act locally.”
    Mum gave him a funny look.
    “I read that on one of their banners,” he said bashfully.
    Suddenly Kenny slapped Frankie on the back. “Spaceman,” she grinned. “You finally cracked the case!”
    “Yeah. Nice one, Frankie!” said Lyndz.
    “Coo-ell!” agreed Rosie.
    I felt like the only person in the soap opera without a script!
    “But what would we be DOING exactly?” I said.
    Frankie scowled. “I can’t have ALL the ideas. The rest of you do some thinking for a change.”
    “Ooooh!” teased Lyndz. “That’s telling you, Fliss!”
    “I’ve got an idea,” said Mum. “If you don’t mind me butting in?”
    Everyone made polite noises.
    She looked dead shy. “Well, since you’ve only got till Monday, why don’t I drive you up to the protest site tonight, to take a look around?”
    I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you kidding? It’s
freezing
out there. All those little side roads will be, like, deadly death-traps!”
    “Just a suggestion,” said Mum calmly. “I thought you girls might be up for an adventure.”
    “You can count me in,” said Frankie at once.
    “And me,” said Rosie. “I’ll finally get to see Browses Piece.”
    “Yeah, under three feet of snow,” I muttered.
    “I think it’s a brilliant idea,” said Lyndz.
    “Totally,” agreed Kenny.
    It was awful. Everyone seemed really excited. Everyone except me.
    “It’ll be pitch dark,” I wailed.
    “We’ve got torches,” said Mum.
    How did this happen? Now I’d turned into the worry-wart and Mum was the dare-devil! She’d be wearing motorbike leathers next!!
    “What would be cool,” said Frankie, in her most actressy voice, “is if we had a
reeeally
good camcorder, so we could, like, interview protesters for our Ecology Zone.” And she looked straight at Andy as she said it.
    “You’re in luck,” said Andy. “Nikki got me a fantastic new camcorder for Christmas!”
    “How AMAZING!” said Frankie, acting like this was totally news.
    “What a shame,” I sighed. “Dad will be bringing Callum home any minute now. There’s no way we can take him to some freezing cold protest site. Not with his chest.”
    My little brother catches everything going. Normally Mum totally wraps him up in cotton wool. One-nil to me, I crowed to myself. THAT should do the trick.
    Only it didn’t.
    “No probs,