Tim Wynne-Jones - The Rex Zero Series Bundle

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ISBN 978-1-77306-062-0 (epub) ISBN 978-1-77306-063-7 (mobi)

Cover illustration by Simon Ng
Design by Kaitlyn Sykes

Also by Tim Wynne-Jones
FICTION
A Thief in the House of Memory
Ned Mouse Breaks Away
(with pictures by Dusan Petricic)
The Boy in the Burning House
Stephen Fair
The Maestro
The Lord of the Fries and Other Stories
The Book of Changes
Some of the Kinder Planets
PICTURE BOOKS
The Last Piece of Sky
illustrated by Marie-Louise Gay
Mischief City
illustrated by Victor Gad
The Hour of the Frog
illustrated by Catharine ONeill
Architect of the Moon
illustrated by Ian Wallace
Ill Make You Small
illustrated by Maryann Kovalski
Zoom Upstream
illustrated by Eric Beddows
Zoom Away
illustrated by Eric Beddows
Zoom at Sea
illustrated by Eric Beddows

REX ZERO and the End of the World

TIM WYNNE-JONES

Copyright 2006 bzy Tim Wynne-Jones

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloging in Publication
Wynne-Jones, Tim
Rex Zero and the end of the world / by Tim Wynne-Jones
ISBN-13: 978-0-88899-759-3
ISBN-10: 0-88899-759-0
I. Title.
PS8595.Y59R49 2006 jC813.54 C2006-902291-7

Cover illustration by Simon Ng
Design by Michael Solomon
Printed and bound in Canada

This book is for Mum
1916-2005

I HEAR THE BICYCLE before I see it. I swing around to see a boy racing down the wide gravel path through the park towards me. Theres an awful squawking coming from a horn bolted onto his handlebars. Hes got his finger down hard on the button and people are jumping out of his way, grabbing up toddlers, steering prams onto the grass.

Seeing him coming straight for me, I go all wobbly on my own bike and end up falling over just as he whooshes past with his head low over the handlebars and his tail up in the air. I want to yell something at him but the kid looks scared. Really scared. I get myself up, unruffle my feathers and take a look back in the direction he came from. I dont know what Im expecting to see. A stampede of longhorns? Killer bees? King Kong?

Then I notice the old man. The old man with the sign.

Its the summer of 1962 and there is a man in the park with a sign that says the end of the world is coming. He even knows the date October 23. Except he has trouble with his bs and ds, so the sign says OCTODER. The words and numbers are printed in black ink on bright yellow bristol board stapled to a stick. In even bigger words printed in red ink the sign says, PREPARE TO MEET THY GOB.

Is that what the kid on the bike is afraid of?

The sign doesnt say how the world is going to come to an end, but the placard man looks as if hes expecting a flood. Hes wearing galoshes and a mack, except I know thats not what you call them in this country. The only people around here who use words like galoshes and mack are my family. These are the kind of words you find in the Eagle Annual, which my grandparents send me from England every Christmas. But whatever you want to call what the placard man is wearing, its rain gear: big black boots, a yellow raincoat as bright as his sign, and one of those clear plastic emergency rain caps that you can fold up to the size of a package of Wrigleys Juicy Fruit gum. My mother has one of those caps in her purse, or she used to. One day when I had nothing to do and I never have anything to do these days I folded it up to half the size of a pack of gum and then, to make sure it stayed folded, I ironed it.

The clear plastic emergency cap has bands you can tie under your chin. The placard man has his tied on tight, but you cant see the bow because of his thick grizzled beard. His hair, under the clear plastic hat, looks like a nest of snakes. His skin is yellow. Not as yellow as his sign, but yellow anyway, in a sort of greyish, greenish kind of way. His face is pretty grimy, too, and his eyes are sad like a basset hounds.

Who wouldnt be sad if the world was going to end?

The scared boy leaps off his bike at the west-end steps and manhandles it up to Lyon Street. Then hes gone.

I look back at the end-of-the-world man. Hes dressed for rain but there isnt a cloud in the sky. And if his prediction is right, the world isnt going to end for more than three months.

In three months Ill be in a new school. If school doesnt work out and if the old man is right at least I wont be there for long! We just moved to Ottawa and I dont know anyone. Every day I ride down to Adams Park on my trusty steed, Diablo, named after the Cisco Kids speedy pinto. Except my Diablo is green.

Vous mcroyez fou? shouts the end-of-the-world man, tapping his plastic-covered skull. Regardez autour de vous!

He looks as if hes asking me if I think hes crazy.

I shake my head, which is a lie, but my mother always says that a person should be polite, especially to crazy people. I shake my head again. He growls. Even his growl sounds French.

Nobody spoke French back in Vancouver. Ill have to take French when I start at my new school. Everyone in my class will be able to speak French and all I will be able to say is Merci bon Dieu, which is from a song on the new Harry Belafonte album my mum got from the Capitol Record Club. Im learning all the words from Merci Bon Dieu so Ill be able to talk to kids in my new class when they are speaking French.

Get away from me! shouts the end-of-the-world man. You children...eh? You children drive me crazy!

Hes talking to a squirrel now. In English. He must be bilingual. The squirrel skitters away. Maybe the squirrel only speaks English.

We follow the man, Diablo and I, just for something to do, but cautiously, like Harry Lime in