Words to look out for ...
articulate (verb) articulates, articulating, articulated
To articulate a word, phrase, or idea is to pronounce it or express it clearly.
convert (verb) converts, converting, converted
To convert something is to change it into something else.
empower (verb) empowers, empowering, empowered
to give someone the power or confidence to do something function (noun) what someone or something does or ought to do
identify (verb) identifies, identifying, identified to recognize or find something
outcome (noun) The outcome of something is what happens at the end of it or as a result of it.
persevere (verb) perseveres, persevering, persevered
To persevere is to go on with something even though it is difficult.
retrieve (verb) retrieves, retrieving, retrieved
To retrieve something is to get it back or find it again.
Chapter 2
On the other side of the road, everything is green. The grass is much taller than Rollo.
There are lots of trees. They’re taller than the building Rollo lives in with Joey. Their silvery-green leaves are shivering in the breeze. Rollo can’t see or hear any people. Rollo buries his nose in the grass and breathes in. Soon, he is hopping in the grass, sniffing all the wonderful smells. The rain has now stopped and the wet grass feels so good on Rollo’s feet.
Further on, there are leaves on the ground – red, brown and gold. Their smell is delicious. Deep down in the leaves, there’s a hidden warmth. When Rollo nuzzles his nose underneath the leaves and finds soil, the warmth disappears. Rollo digs furiously, feeling the soil crumble and give way.
With a bounce, Rollo lands on the next interesting smell, and then the next. He follows the smells, digging there, hopping everywhere. Soon, Rollo is deep in the grass – he is lost, but he is happy.
Rollo looks up at the sky and closes his eyes. He listens to the wind’s tales of everywhere it has been. When Rollo opens his eyes, he watches a little brown bird pull an insect from the grass.
Rollo looks at the bird and wonders: Does such a different creature have different thoughts to me?
Then a new movement surprises him.
A small rabbit is staring at Rollo.
The small rabbit’s light brown fur is hard to see against the roots of the trees. Its whiskers are twitching with curiosity.
It is a wild rabbit. Suddenly, Rollo’s memories flood back to him in a rush of colours and smells.
