5 The Mysterious Present

CHAPTER 5 THE MYSTERIOUS PRESENT 'Okay,' I say. 'How about we start the book with Hi, my name is Andy?' 'I've got a better idea,' says Terry. 'How about we start the book with Hi, my name is—' DING DONG!

'Hi, my name is Ding Dong?' I say. 'What does that even mean? There's nobody called Ding Dong in the book.' 'I know,' says Terry. 'I didn't say my name is—' DING DONG! 'Yes you did!' I say. 'You just said it again!' 'I didn't!' says Terry. 'I was trying to say my name is—'

DING DONG! 'Yeah, I get what you're trying to tell me,' I say. 'Hi, my name is Ding Dong. But I don't get it. Who's Ding Dong?' 'THE DOORBELL!' says Terry. 'There's somebody at the door—it might be Santa!' 'No,' I say. 'We're not asleep and, besides, he

doesn't ring the doorbell, you—' DING DONG! 'That's not very nice,' says Terry. 'Calling me a ding dong.' 'I didn't call you a ding dong,' I say. 'It was the doorbell! I think there's somebody at the door.'

DING DONG! 'I think you're right,' says Terry. 'Let's go and open it!' We take the superfast slide down to the bottom of the tree…

and open the door. Bill the Postman is standing there holding a large package.