JUNK PILE!
CHAPTER 2
By the end of the day, we’d almost made it to the bottom of the junk pile.
We’d sorted everything into smaller piles.
Old …
And stuff that was so old, even cavemen would think so.
Problem was, Mum and Dad kept finding things they wanted to keep …
Dad kept digging up falling-apart clothes.
Or clothes that wouldn’t fit anyone!
‘I don’t think so, Dad,’ I said.
And Mum kept finding things that she figured she could, ‘use for something.’
‘What if I turned this broken umbrella into a rain hat?’
‘Or my old bike into a unicycle?’
‘Or these old mop heads into a pair of Slide and Shine Shoes?’
Slide and Shine Shoes?
Mum and Dad were forgetting why we were doing this!
‘Mum, Dad …’ I said. ‘We need to make money for Grandma Do’s visit, remember?’
‘You’re right, Weir,’ said Mum. ‘I’ll get to work on fixing a few things for the sale.’
‘Me too,’ said Dad.
‘Don’t look at me,’ said Sally. ‘I wouldn’t have a clue.’
