The night had passed and Sasha still hadn’t returned. But the emu was still waiting as the sun rose.
Perhaps the emu was waiting for her to abandon the tent and wander off somewhere.
There was now no room for Freya inside the tent. She would have to say something to the emu. And where was Sasha. She looked around everywhere, but there was no sight of him.
She didn’t like to complain to the emu. Maybe he was only trying to look after her. The chicks were sweet and they looked a bit like her with their stripey feathers.
At last Freya had the tent to herself. But it was now twilight. Where was Sasha? She worried that something had happened to him. He was a brave cat, but impetuous. Freya knew that she would have been the better one to calm the carpet down and persuade it to return.
Another emu had arrived. It was time to take a rest.
The sun was setting. Fortunately the magic carpet had left supplies of water and food that would have been sufficient to supply several cats. So it wasn’t completely heartless. Freya was sure it had intended to return. The emu was settling down for the night.
