‘Where are you, Art? I’ve got a problem.’ India was on crutches. She hopped into the classroom. Art was cleaning the mouse house. This week, he was mouse-minder. It was lunchtime. The other children were outside playing.’ ’Yes, I can see.’ The plaster cast on her left leg was a bit hard to miss. ‘Not that problem!’ India stopped on one leg, beside the desk. She brought her crutches together and rested them against the desk. ‘What happened?’ Art liked details. When you’re a part-time spy, you need to listen a lot. ‘Fell off a camel, backwards.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Art laughed. Not another tall story. Usually he, not India made them up. ‘We went to the fete. Dad made me go on this little kids’ merry-go-round because he loves riding. I picked the camel. Then I fell off, backwards. My leg got caught under the came’s neck. It broke.’ ‘The camel’s neck? ‘ asked Art.
