“The next morning at school a group of parents burst into the classroom, waving the nit letter and shouting. Miss Battle-Axe squared her shoulders. ‘Rest assured that the culprit will be found.’ she said. ‘I have declared war on nits.’ Scratch, Scratch, Scratch. Miss Battle-Axe spun round. Her beady eyes swivelled over the class. ‘Who’s scratching?’ she demanded. Silence”
“The next morning, just before breakfast, she shouted, ″It’s something to do with food! People food - not possum food. But I can’t remember what. We’ll just have to try and find it.′ ”
″ ‘I’ll tell you what, husband,’ answered the woman, ‘early-to-morrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them.’ ”
″ It was just past nine the next morning when they stepped off the bus on the edge of a large park. Yesterday’s storm, no doubt winter’s last stand, had spread a thick icing of snow over the park. A tenuous path had been tramped through it.”
“A dozen canoes left the island the next morning, some of them enormous vessels capable of carrying a hundred people. All the canoes had slaves on board. Lyapo tried to count them, hiding his hands between his knees as the ticked off the numbers.”
“The next morning she awoke to find herself surrounded by trunks of glittering riches. ‘What is all this for?’ She asked. The robbers choked and sputtered. They had never thought of spending their wealth.”