‘What’s in the package?’ Bindi asked. ‘Tea, I think.’ Bindi glanced down and noticed for the first time that the package had been rather carelessly wrapped in an old tea towel and tied up with fraying grey string. What’s more, it was vaguely spherical and about the size of Wangchuk’s ball. ‘Tea, you said?’ Bindi raised an eyebrow. Wangchuk just nodded. Bindi took a sidelong glance at her new accomplice. ‘So you’re not worried about losing your job anymore?’ Wangchuk shook his head. ‘I’m more worried about the pandas now. They’re my friends. I want to help them.’ He glanced across at Bindi and flashed her a smile. ‘We’ll help them together.’ Bindi threw her arm around her friend’s shoulders. ‘But where are we going?’ she asked. ‘Where does your Aunty Maya live? Can she tell us what’s going on?’ The boy looked at Bindi out of the corner of his eye but said nothing.
