The ninth time he looked into the mirror, the boy saw…
that he was quite high up. Far down below he could see small little buildings looking up at him curiously, including a cafe he recognised. There was a square, with tiny tables and chairs arranged outside the cafe in one half, and grassy countryside with little trees like broccoli in the other half. The two halves blended gently into each other in the middle. He turned around to look at the mirror view in other directions but the mirror started to wiggle in his hands. Feeling unsteady, he looked down. It was a very long way. The mirror began to shake more violently. He grabbed the loops with one hand to stop himself from falling. The mirror shook harder and harder until he couldn’t keep hold of it with just one hand and then it whizzed up, up the tower, up into the sky, and disappeared.
Surprised, and shaking a little himself now, the boy looked around nervously. Everything was still there. He could see the trees with their doodle-games and he could see the cafe. He decided he’d better climb down and go to the cafe: then he’d know where he was.
Inside the cafe was a clock that read half past three. He still had half an hour before he needed to meet his mum so he searched in his pockets and found 97p. He used most of it to buy a big round cookie with Smarties on then went outside and sat at one of the tables. He looked at the blue Smartie in the middle of the round cookie on a round plate. He looked at the blue Smartie in the middle of the round cookie sitting on a round plate. He looked at the round plate on the square table on the paving stones. As he followed the paving stones with his eyes away from the cafe, they became greener. The moss growing between them became grass; the paving stones got further and further apart until there was only grass; the grass rose up into round hills; on top of the tallest hill was the tower with its stairs winding up and up. He could still see everything! Even without the mirror, even though he’d gone into the cafe and come back out again, it was all still there!
As he ate his cookie and admired the landscape, he imagined some new doodles. He squiggled a few on a napkin with a pencil stub before he could forget them: an obstacle course for playing marbles on and a tree house balanced on the tips of the top branches. Then he stuffed the napkins into his pocket, ate the last crumbs of his cookie and went off to meet his mum, his head full of brilliant ideas.