He lived peacefully with his parents in a beautiful house beside the sea.There was always plenty of other children for him to play with,and there was sandy beach for him to run about on,and the ocean to paddle in.It was the perfect life for a small boy.
Then one day James's mother and father went to London to do some shopping, and there a terrible thing happened. Both of them suddenly got eaten up(in full daylight,mind you,and on a crowded street) by an enormous angry rhinoceros which had escaped from the London Zoo.
Now this, an you can well imagine, was a rather nasty experience for two such gentle parents.But in the long run it was far nastier for James then it was for them.Their troubles were all over in a jiffy.They where dead and gone in thirty-five seconds flat.Poor James,on the other hand, was still very much alive, and all at once he found himself alone and frightened in a vast unfriendly world.The lovely house by the seaside had to be sold immediately,carrying nothing but a small suitcase a pair of pyjamas and a toothbrush, was sent away to live with his two aunts.
