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  Daisy Weal and the Millions

  By

  Robert A.V. Jacobs

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  Daisy Weal and the Millions

  Copyright 2015 Robert A.V. Jacobs

  Cover background image by Richard K Green

  This is a Short Story based upon the Daisy Weal Series

  Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This book is written in ‘English’ English, so there may be some differences in spelling to other international forms of English.

  This book is a work of fiction and all characters are fictitious or are portrayed fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

  Suitable for anyone from ten years of age

  Also by Robert A.V. Jacobs

  Children’s fiction, ten years upwards

  Daisy Weal

  Daisy Weal and the Monster

  Daisy Weal and Sir Charles

  Daisy Weal and the Last Crenian

  Dauntless

  Daisy Weal and the Grelflin (short story)

  Daisy Weal and the Weenies (short story)

  The Adventures of Daisy Weal (Omnibus edition, containing four of the books in the series)

  Young Adult and Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy

  The Lost Starship

  The Star Queen

  Speaker (A collection of 29 short stories)

  The Yellow Dragon

  The Diamond Sword of Tor

  Cardoney (Omnibus edition containing both The Yellow Dragon and The Diamond Sword of Tor)

  Adult Science Fiction

  As a Consequence

  Taldi’na

  Adult Detective/Political Thrillers

  Dexxman

  The Disappearance of Natalie Firth

  Time to Die

  Non-fiction

  Sudoku, Food for the Mind

  Daisy Weal and the Millions

  A Daisy Weal Short Story.

  A Note from the Author

  This is just a short story from the Daisy Weal series, this one would fit between chapters five and six of the first book in the series. It isn’t actually in any of the books, but was a later idea that I enjoyed writing. If you like it, I invite you to take a look at the rest of the series:

  Daisy Weal

  Daisy Weal and the Monster

  Daisy Weal and Sir Charles

  Daisy Weal and the last Crenian

  Daisy Weal and the Grelflin

  Daisy Weal and the Weenies

  Dauntless

  These books are entirely suitable for anyone from ten years of age and upwards.

  Table of Contents

  A note from the Author

  Daisy Weal and the Millions

  About the Author

  Daisy Weal and the Millions

  Daisy was sauntering down the road, which was something that she did a lot of these days. She spent as much time as she could with her friends, but there was still a lot of time when she was alone. Her mum never worried about her, but had trouble convincing George that she would be alright. He thought it was pretty weird, letting a seven year old wander about wherever she wanted, and promised Marjorie that if anything happened to Daisy she could expect to be immediately strangled.

  She didn’t seem worried at all by the threat, which puzzled George even more, but he trusted her judgement even though he still worried and kept whinging all the time Daisy was out of his sight. Marjorie was sorely tempted during this traumatic period to let George into Daisy’s secret, but decided that it was Daisy’s place to do that in her own good time.

  It did get easier for George, when Daisy always managed to return in one piece after she had gone out on one of her solitary walks. He still worried, but it wasn’t the almost blind panic that he had experienced in the early days.

  But let’s get back to Daisy sauntering. She sauntered until she was pretty certain that no one would see her and then she teleported, and one second later she arrived at the shore of Bishop Ashton’s small lake. Finding a large rock which jutted out over the water she climbed up onto it and settled down to watch the Ducks. Two of them detached themselves from a group and swam to a point just below her,

  “Hello Daisy,” they said in unison, “it’s been a while.”

  “That’s true,” replied Daisy, “the kids you had last time I was here, must be grown up by now.”

  Before the duck could reply, a voice from behind Daisy startled her,

  “They put you away for things like that,” said the voice very sneeringly, “and besides which they’re ducks. They got no brains.”

  Daisy smiled,

  “You see this very nice Mallard here.” she said, “Well his name is Jamie, and you have just upset him. Now if you get into a position where you can see him properly, I will ask him to swim in a circle twice and then swim backwards away from us.”

  “You are an extremely rude young lady,” said the stern looking matronly figure that came and stared up at her on the rock, “what’s your name? I shall have a word with your mother.”

  “Watch the duck please,” said Daisy, completely unimpressed.

  Reflexively the woman’s glance moved to the duck, which obligingly swam in two circles and then started to swim backwards away from them. Her mouth dropped open and she spluttered something and staggered away.

  “I think maybe we won’t see her again,” commented Jamie, swimming back to his original position, “no loss though, she never brought anything for us.”

  “Oh, I remembered some biscuits,” said Daisy, pulling half a dozen biscuits out of her pocket, “I’ll drop them in the water. They are quite nice when they get soggy.”

  She crumbled them up and dropped them into the water, where they were eagerly gobbled up by the two ducks.

  “There is a big thing in the middle of the lake,” said the other duck that was with Jamie.

  “Yes,” said Jamie, “Really odd, don’t know where it came from, but there was this loud noise, a really gigantic splash, and there it was. I didn’t see it, but Lily here did.”

  An airliner flew over, heading for the International Airport, and Daisy pointed up,

  “Does it look anything like that,” she asked.

  “Oh yes, but very much bigger,” said Lily, not equating distance with reduction in size, “but it had one of those spinning things at the front.”

  “Did anyone get out?” asked Daisy.

  “What people like you, do you mean?” asked Jamie.

  “Yes,” agreed Daisy,

  “Not that I saw,” said Lily, “maybe there was no one in it.”

  “Last night, I saw a big black fish with legs, come out from behind one of the rocks, and it swam out into the lake, and disappeared in the middle. There must have been something wrong, because it swam out of the lake again, and disappeared behind the same rock. That lady we saw earlier came out with the fish skin under her arm, and was throwing things around. I don’t think she was happy,” explained Jamie.

  “Thanks folks,” said Daisy, “I think you’d better get back to your friends”

  She watched quietly as the ducks swam away, and then stared out into the centre of the lake for several minutes, before coming to a decision. She had to look. She could stick a bubble of air around her head and walk out, but the problem there was the unevenness of the lake bottom. So she decided to move her mind out in the same way that had helped her find the Windle, and see what turned up.

  She lay back on the rock, closed her eyes, and her thoughts drifted out across the water. She had never taken her thoughts below water before, and she wondered what it would be like. Arriving at the centre, she plunged downwards, and was surprised to find that
there was hardly any resistance, with the experience being very similar to travelling through the air.

  The plane was below her. She could see it quite clearly, and it looked very much like the Cessna that her dad had shown her in a magazine. It was wedged firmly between two rocks, which were positioned in such a way as to make it impossible to open the plane doors. Of all the places that it could pick to crash, it had picked the one spot that made escape impossible.

  She drifted around to the front, until she was in a position to be able see through the windows. Even though she was half expecting it, she was startled to see the pilot still in his seat. There were a few spidery cracks on the toughened glass of the window, where the pilot must have attempted to break it. But despite his efforts he had obviously not succeeded.

  The back seats of the aircraft were stacked high with packages about thirty centimetres square, which seemed to be wrapped in some sort of waterproof material. She was sure that it was not designed for prolonged immersion, probably only being a protection from splashes or the