The Story BreaksIt was the early hours of the morning when Ginger was woken by the sound of tapping. At first he thought it might be the wind rattling or moving something loose on the shed. He lay quite still listening. There was a brief silence, then it came again…tap, tap, tap, tap, four times in quick succession, with a metallic ring to the sounds. Now he was sure it was not caused by the wind. Ginger got to his feet and squeezed out from between his sister and the pile of oddments. At the doorway, he carefully poked his head above the corrugated sheet. Cold, wet drizzle fell on his snout and a movement below his chin caused him to look down. There was the white pigeon.
‘That you Whitey?’ he heard himself saying.
Tammy was now alongside and looking out into the early morning light.
