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For the next few days Alfie wore the hat a lot. When he got tired of wearing it he put it at the bottom of the toy cupboard.
One of Alfie’s very good friends was the milkman. Alfie would wave from the window and the milkman always waved back.
‘Watcha mate! How’s yourself?’
Behind the piles of old tins and bottles, she found a hole in the fence. It led to the garden next door. Molly slipped through the hole. When she went back for tea, Molly didn’t tell anyone about the hole in the fence, or the overgrown garden, or the greenhouse.
Moving Molly
Lenny came to where the garden met the back drive. As he turned the bend he saw a figure coming towards the house from the opposite direction. A smallish person in a brown coat. A familiar walk. As he got closer the outline of that person was blurred with tears.
‘Mum - oh Mum!’
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Lenny knelt down. He laid his head between the unicorn’s hooves. In the morning the lion and the unicorn were back inside Lenny’s head and on his badge. Perhaps with his new unicorn courage he would try to stick things out for a bit and see if they got better.
Mum’s weekly letters stopped. He told nobody how worried he was but he started to have bad dreams about searching for Mum, and lions leaping out at him.
He was running away. He had to get back to London. 1/2
‘I used to come to this garden to see the unicorn when I was a boy. I used to long to be brave and manly. But there are different kinds of courage.’ said Mick
Inside was a garden, like a room without a roof. Lenny saw something on the far side of the garden, it was a unicorn carved in stone just like the one on his badge. Prancing there alone in the shadow of the wall it seemed as lonely as he was.
The Lion and the Unicorn
This week we will be looking through the pages of The Lion and the Unicorn. This edition which is published in association with the @I_W_M has material from their archives about real-life evacuees.