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Pix and Me

Classification
Age Range	Childrens
Category	Fiction

Rights
World	Eve White
Film	Eve White

Publishers
Australia and New Zealand	Hachette

Pix and Me

by Carolyn Ching

To be published by Hachette Livre, Australia, July 2008

There were soldiers on the veranda … They were pointing bayonets at my mother and father … I was glued to the spot … my heart was beating furiously … ‘Run, Andy, run!’ I heard Dad’s desperate yell … The year is 1942. War has spread across the world, and the Japanese have invaded Singapore where Andy has been living an idyllic life with his botanist parents, on the edge of the jungle. But now the military police have taken his parents away for questioning and Andy has fled deep into the jungle – alone for the first time in his life. But not quite alone. With him is Pix, his best friend, a monkey. As Andy battles to overcome his terror and begin the quest for food and shelter, another fugitive arrives – Emmeline, the most demanding brat he has ever met. And, worst of all, she and Pix take a violent dislike to each other. Can these three co-exist? Can they even survive?

Their story will wrench your heart.

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from PIX AND ME

The last thing I remember about my parents is the air exploding in a terrifying scream - my mother's scream. It came from the bungalow. I spun around and stared. My heart nearly burst with fear. There were soldiers on the verandah. With guns. They were pointing the bayonets at my mother and father. They had wrenched my mother's arms behind her back. They had grabbed Dad. I froze. Even from where I was I could see the fear blazing in his eyes. He broke free for a moment, but they grabbed him again and began savagely pulling him and Mum, away. Then I heard his voice shouting. 'Run - run, Andy. Run. Get away!' I couldn't run. I was glued to the spot. My breath was coming in gasps. My heart was beating furiously. 'Run!' I heard Dad's desperate yell. Suddenly, I was set free with an enormous surge of terror. Scrambling over the gate of the high fence that bordered the garden, I ran like mad, into the jungle. Shots flew over my head as I leapt over fallen logs, rushed through thorny bushes, scratching and cutting my legs, stumbling on and on, until the shots and the screams disappeared. Clinging fiercely to me, shivering and screeching, shaking an angry fist was Pix, my best friend. A monkey.