IT WAS NOT that Omri didnât appreciate Patrickâs birthday present to him. Far from it. He was really very grateful â sort of. It was, without a doubt, very kind of Patrick to give Omri anything at all, let alone a secondhand plastic Red Indian which he himself had finished with.
The trouble was, though, that Omri was getting a little fed up with small plastic figures, of which he had loads. Biscuit-tinsful, probably three or four if they were all put away at the same time, which they never were because most of the time they were scattered about in the bathroom, the loft, the kitchen, the breakfast-room, not to mention Omriâs bedroom and the garden. The compost heap was full of soldiers which, over several autumns, had been raked up with the leaves by Omriâs mother, who was rather careless about such things.
Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys. But now theyâd had about enough of them, at least for the moment, and that was why, when Patrick brought his present to school on Omriâs birthday, Omri was disappointed. He tried not to show it, but he was.
âDo you really like him?â asked Patrick as Omri stood silently with the Indian in his hand.
âYes, heâs fantastic,â said Omri in only a slightly flattish voice. âI havenât got an Indian.â
âI know.â
âI havenât got any cowboys either.â
âNor have I. Thatâs why I couldnât play anything with him.â
Omri opened his mouth to say, âI wonât be able to either,â but, thinking that might hurt Patrickâs feelings, he said nothing, put the Indian in his pocket and forgot about it.
After school there was a family tea, and all the excitement of his presents from his parents and his two older brothers. He was given his dearest wish â a skateboard complete with kick-board and cryptonic wheels from his mum and dad, and from his eldest brother, Adiel, a helmet. Gillon, his other brother, hadnât bought him anything because he had no money (his pocket-money had been stopped some time ago in connection with a very unfortunate accident involving their fatherâs bicycle). So when Gillonâs turn came to give Omri a present, Omri was very surprised when a large parcel was put before him, untidily wrapped in brown paper and string.
âWhat is it?â
âHave a look. I found it in the alley.â
The alley was a narrow passage that ran along the bottom of the garden where the dustbins stood. The three boys used to play there sometimes, and occasionally found treasures that other â perhaps richer â neighbours had thrown away. So Omri was quite excited as he tore off the paper.
Inside was a small white metal cupboard with a mirror in the door, the kind you see over the basin in old-fashioned bathrooms.
You might suppose Omri would once again be disappointed, because the cupboard was fairly plain and, except for a shelf, completely empty, but oddly enough he was very pleased with it. He loved cupboards of any sort because of the fun of keeping things in them. He was not a very tidy boy in general, but he did like arranging things in cupboards and drawers and then opening them later and finding them just as heâd left them.