ABSTRACT
Tom and Casey leave school at 3.05pm. Home to Tom’s by 3.10pm, dump their bags and head for the fridge. The milk is cold. It tastes good – straight from the cow. Casey doesn’t have a cow. He’s got Tom, though – best mate in the world. He’s been waiting all day for this, waiting for that giraffe 1 to shut up. Waiting for spelling to end. Waiting for the bell to ring. Waiting to go hunt rabbits.
