Ned Kelly s Trying Times
Ned lay in bed with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. He had, over the years, spent some time analysing the cracks in the ceiling, but had always been unable to work out whether they showed the outline of Australia or an unknown, perhaps treasure, island. He was being no more successful on this occasion and his mind wandered off on to other things. The previous evening, Friday, he had missed the school bus once again and had had to use the service bus. The usual crew had been...