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My Friend Wilbur

by Deb Abela

Fergus Snow woke to a knock on his bedroom window. He pulled aside the curtain and it took him a few sleepy seconds to realise it was his friend, Wilbur Orville.

‘Good, you’re awake. You have to come with me.’

‘I wasn’t awake,’ Fergus looked at his alarm clock. ‘And it’s 5am.‘

‘I know,’ Wilbur said. ‘But it’s a matter of galactic importance.’

‘Galactic importance?’

Wilbur climbed inside and sat on the bed. ‘I have to tell you a secret. My name’s not Wilbur. I’m Zebulon 11 from the Planet Zergon in the 29th Galactic Sector. I’ve been sent here to track down aliens causing havoc.’

‘An eleven year old alien hunter?’

‘Actually, I’m 128 in Zergon years. Almost an old man.’

Choice A

If you think Wilbur really is an alien

Choice B

If you think Wilbur has another secret