KASE STUDY 

By Tessa Harvey


    He sped up the steps to their house followed by a breakfast-hungry dog, panting loudly. There were drops of blood on the top step. Nana opened the door and noticed.
    "Pops dropped a bit of blood." The bustling older woman grabbed a wet cloth with one hand, deleting the drops and with the other, pulling the little lad close, all the while glancing around. "You alone, Felix?" He nodded. "Has that blood monster got Pops? Will it get all of Pop's blood? Will he die?" Suddenly Felix did something he hadn't done for a few years, opening his mouth wide and bawling. The noise echoed.
    Pops came around into the lounge. "Hey buddy, mate. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
    That last remark did the trick. The howls subsided to shaky sobs. "Cat's can't get tongues, Pops. That's silly. They already got tongues. I want to see the pretty colours and the ice and I'm hungry - I crept out," he added, whispering conspiratorially.
    Kase held the little boy's hand and together they went to the beautiful small bathroom. Felix turned on a tap and a blue light suffused the water. It was magical. His eyes widened in delight. "No more," his grandfather said, "don't want the tank to get dry. Not rained much lately."
    The boy thought, Dad said when it rains your big ditch is flooded. It can't do that, can it?
    Just then Belle called them - pancakes for breakfast!
"Can i get milk?" Felix cried eagerly. There  was a small door in the large silver fridge, opening just for milk.
    "Ice later," Belle declared, smiling, seeing him glancing to the ice door in the side. "Food first."
    "Grace first," Pops stated. They all ate hungrily of the delicious pancakes. Marvellous taste. Marvellous smell. A sudden bang jolted them all. Felix blanched. "Mum!"

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