Emil and Ordi - Along for the ride

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Emil and Ordi

Along for the ride

Claire Grout

Illustrated by Beverley Grout

Copyright © 2020 Claire Grout

Sausages or salad?

It was a beautiful late summer’s day and Emil the hedgehog was enjoying the sunshine and a chat with his friend Ordi the frog. The two were reminiscing about their exciting but rather scary adventure, when they had travelled through time.

“Isn’t it nice to enjoy a relaxing time in Mr. Peters’ garden without having to worry about anything,” said Ordi.

Actually, Emil was worrying about something – whether he would be able to pilfer a piece of sausage from Mr. Peters’ barbeque.

Today Mr. Peters’ grandchildren were visiting and Emil knew that the youngest child had a habit of dropping food on the ground. At the same time, Ordi was hoping to pick up some discarded salad, lovingly prepared by Mrs. Peters but not terribly popular with the children.

Emil thought it was very strange that Ordi would prefer to eat salad rather than sausages, but he didn’t say anything. 

While they scouted for titbits, the two friends listened to the humans’ conversation.

This was the last chance Mr. and Mrs. Peters would have to see the children for a little while, as the next day they were off on holiday to the coast.

Mr. Peters excitedly told the children how much he was looking forward to his holiday and what he was planning to do there.

“I can’t swim but I love paddling in the sea!” said Mr. Peters.

Mr. Peters also told the children how he was planning to go for long cycle rides along the coastal paths, enjoying the fresh sea air.

“So, kids, I’d better get you back home,” said Mr. Peters, leaping up with a sudden burst of energy. “We’ve got packing to do! And when I get back, I need to take care of my bike, check it’s all in working order and pump up the tyres. In fact, I’ll bring it out of the shed now so I don’t forget.”

Mr. Peters fetched his bike from the shed; it was bright blue with a distinctive lighthouse motif painted on the front. He balanced it gently against the side of the shed, taking care that nothing could be damaged.

The children climbed into the car, waving to Mrs. Peters who was staying behind to start the packing. She knew that she could get on in peace as it was half an hour’s drive to their son and daughter-in-law’s house, and her husband would then no doubt stop for coffee and cake. Just after the car drove off and Mrs. Peters had gone inside, Ordi cried out, disturbing Emil who was still searching for sausage remnants.

“Emil, there’s someone hiding in the bushes!”

The two friends looked on in horror as a boy suddenly leapt out of the bushes, glanced around to make sure no-one was watching, then leapt on to Mr. Peters’ bike and rode away!

The otter who couldn’t find his way

“We must do something!” cried Emil and Ordi, and set off after the bike.

The boy was riding fast along the path over the fields opposite the