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.