Annick Delacroix
Strange hidden places can still be found on this earth. It’s certainly the case with the Topsy-Turvy forest which comes to life every night, at midnight sharp. Only problem is no one can see it. No one except the child who bears the sacred talisman around his/her neck… Were this child to prove courageous enough, to tilt slightly towards loony and have enough curiosity to want to inspect the place at closer range, well, the enchanted forest and its certifiably crazy critters would readily oblige by scaring him/her out of his/her wits! It’s a topsy-turvy world in which the child – singled out by Sylvana the Silky and Silent and Balthazar the Bold – must see a dangerous mission through to the end. Beware! It’s going to be flying in every direction!
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ISBN: 978-2-9135-9528-6
Copyright registration: November 2008

London, August 2008.
My name is Tim Gardener. I was born in 1998, which means I’ve been ten years old since the 14th of July. I’m a normal kid who sometimes can’t stand still and talks too much, in other words, pretty typical for my age… I go to school at Church of England Primary School with a bunch of nice friends… All up, we’re just ordinary kids! One thing I’ve always wanted to try, though, is ride a horse. My parents must have guessed cause they gave me the best summer holiday ever: eight days in August at a horseriding camp called the Getaway Farm with all my friends! And that’s where everything started to get all muddled up…
A little before midnight, the glass of water next to Tim begins to tremble. For the second time he wakes with a jolt. The others sleep on. Are they deaf, or what? Can’t they hear the rumbling outside? If it’s about a horse farting, it must be as big as a dinosaur! Tim pinches himself. Ouch! He crawls to the window. If it starts up again, it can’t be a dream. Holy mackerel and jabbering jellies! He’s not dreaming! He pinches himself again. This thing’s not merely a cloud of powdered chocolate, that’s for sure! It moves, it rumbles, it’s lighting up an area over there! Tim’s eyes are as wide open as saucers. The green light’s brighter than the first time around. Now, he’s positive he’s not dreaming, something’s erupting on the hill, trees and more trees are growing super-fast, rising, and rising some more, like antennae unfurling themselves! It’s just incredible! Even flowers can’t open this fast! Tim shudders and bites his lip to stop himself from crying out. It’s magic! There was nothing and then, crack, hundreds of trees appear. That’s no mirage; it’s a whole forest that’s risen out of the earth.
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