Melody Trumpet chapter sampler

sugary puddle that had oozed over the edges of the plate and soaked into the tablecloth. The candles, all fizzled out long ago, were now just black streaks through the technicoloured ice-cream. ‘We have a problem,’ Mrs Trumpet announced to Mr Trumpet. She didn’t seem to notice that her daughter was sitting in front of the destroyed cake with her head hung low. Mr Trumpet sat up, startled, knocking his cutlery onto the floor. ‘What is it, my fuzzy coconut?’ ‘You’re not going to like this one bit. It’s that’s nosy principal from the school!’ Mrs Trumpet stopped and glared at Miss Sprinkles, who was taking her time picking up the dropped cutlery. Miss Sprinkles lowered her head and said, ‘I think I’m needed in the kitchen. Happy birthday again, my sweet Melody.’ And she scuttled off, a stack of plates rattling in her arms. Melody licked melted ice-cream off her fingertips, not saying a word. Mrs Trumpet took a long gulp from her glass. ‘Do you know what year it is, honey crumpet?’ she moaned to Mr Trumpet. ‘It’s the year!’ She paused, realising Melody was still in the room. ‘Ah, child, you can go to your wing now.’ ‘But Mother, it’s my birth—’

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