Chapter 1
Hi-tech Hen
My name is Astrid. Iâm a mind-reading chook.
Chickens are ordinary. But Iâm special. Ever since that accident in the Lab, Iâve been able to read minds.
I work part-time with Merlin, the magician. Iâm the mind-reading chook in Merlinâs magic act.
On stage, Merlin plays cards. âLadies and gentlemen, boys and girls. In my hand I have a pack of cards. Over there, is Astrid, the Mind-reading Chook.â
I bow. Thatâs hard with a mobile under one wing.
They clap. Merlin invites some kid on stage. âIâd like that boy in the front row to come out. Yes, you. Come and pick a card from this pack.â
Merlin shuffles the cards. The boy watches. Merlin holds out the cards. The boy chooses one.
Merlin smiles. He holds the card up high. âAstrid will tell us the card.â
Merlin waves his cloak around. Then he twirls his stick. âAstrid, is it a red card?â
âYesâ is one peck on the microphone. âNoâ is two pecks. I peck once. âChook, chook, chook ,â I say.
âAstrid is right. It is a red card,â says Merlin. The audience clap.
âAstrid, is it a picture card?â
Again, Iâm supposed to peck once for âyesâ and twice for ânoâ. Itâs a red King of Hearts. Iâm supposed to peck the right card.
Thatâs easy for me. Iâm the star.
I also work as an actor. And I like solving mysteries. I look for clues. And I keep my eyes to the ground. I notice things. And most people donât notice a chook whoâs just pecking around.
RING. RING. RING.
âHullo, Astrid here.â I pull my mobile out from under my wing.
I like being a hi-tech hen. I can peck very fast on my tablet. Online, Iâm part of Chooks Anonymous.
âAstrid, itâs Ben. Iâve got a job for you.â Ben is my agent. He gets extra work for me. âItâs a TV commercial. They want you to act as a chicken,â says Ben. âThat should be easy.â
âVery easy,â I say. Too easy I think. So I get suspicious. âWhoâs it for?â I ask.
âThe Hot Chicken Shop,â says Ben.
âNo way!â I reply.
I donât even like going near that shop. Itâs no mystery what happened to my Aunty Rhoda in there. She became a Special Sandwich with lettuce, mustard and pickles. And my uncle is now a duster at the Feather Bed Shop. So I wonât act in bed-shop commercials either.
Ben says quickly, âOkay Iâve got something else. A job for a mystery solver, Astrid.â
âOkay. What is it?â
âItâs Merlin,â says Ben. âHeâs lost something he needs for his three oâclock show.â
âFlopsy?â I ask hopefully. Flopsy is Merlinâs white rabbit. She has long ears and a bad temper. She wants to be a star too.
âNot Flopsy,â says Ben.
âIs it a contact lens again?â I ask. Merlin used the wear glasses. Then he bought contact lenses. You know those little things which go in your eyes. Now he even loses them!
âNo, this time, Merlinâs lost his sense of humour,â says Ben. âHe canât laugh or smile anymore. Nothing is funny for him.â
âWhen did he lose it?â I ask.
âBefore he got up this morning,â says Ben.
âDoes he know where he lost it?â I say.
âNo. Thatâs why youâve got the job of finding it.â
âWhat about my fee?â
âDâyou want the usual?â asks Ben.
âYes please.â I say. Since Iâm a hi-tech chook with a tablet, Ben pays me in new e-games like Leghorn, Eggs Galore or Find the Egg.
âIt must be found before the afternoon performance,â repeats Ben.
This is a perfect job for Astrid, the mind-reading chook
Chapter 2
The Performance
Merlin is thinking aloud.
âNothing is funny. Nothing is fun. I just feel grumpy all the time,â says Merlin. He