September 1944
The army officer watched the boat move out into the middle of the lake. He
called an order to the soldiers on the boat, and they started to throw large tins into
the water. The officer turned to the scientist next to him.
'This is all your fault,' he said. He was angry.
'We were using those chemicals to make the war shorter,' the scientist said.
'We wanted to change ordinary men into the bravest soldiers that the world ever
saw.'
'Oh yes, brave!' the officer said. 'But they went crazy at the same time! Thirty
of my men -good men - died because of your chemicals.' He watched the soldiers on
the boat throw the last tin into the lake. 'I hope it's safe now,' he said.
'The lake's very deep,' the scientist said. 'There's no danger now.'
Last week
At the bottom of the lake, one of the old tins broke open. Chemicals began to
pour into the water.
The next day, Ian Mackie was walking back to his farm, the only one on
Kirren Island. He was hot and thirsty. He stopped at the lake to drink some water.
'It doesn't taste as sweet as usual,' he thought.
Two hours later, Ian Mackie started to feel ill. His head hurt and he said crazy
things to his wife.
Suddenly, he got his gun, went outside and began to shoot his sheep. When
his wife tried to stop him, he killed her. Then he went back into the house and shot
his two children and his dog.
Today
Tom Sharp watched his ten-year-old brother, Bob, running along the beach.
He looked happy and excited. When Tom was Bob's age, he loved coming here too.
But now, at sixteen, he hated Kirren Island. It was boring.
Every year they walked on the same hills, and saw the same people. Ian
Mackie and his family were the only people who lived here. Tom looked round. He
didn't want to spend his holidays on this lonely island. He wanted bright lights,
music, clubs and girls. All the things that his parents didn't want.
His parents. He looked at them coming to land from their small yacht. He
loved them, of course, but ...
'Tommo! Bobsy!' his father called. 'Put your tent up.'
'Dad — don't call me Tommo,' Tom said. 'I'm sixteen — not a baby!'
'Don't speak to your father like that,' his mother said. 'We know you're sixteen.
But that doesn't mean you can be rude. You were a nice polite boy when you were
young.'
She was angry, so Tom didn't try to talk to her. He already knew her reply: 2
'Remember what it says in the Bible. Obey your father and mother!'
He turned round to pick up the tent. Then he saw something. His heart jumped
with excitement.
A large yacht was coming towards the island.