Chapter 17

It had been a few days since the first day Frida learned to climb up down. And now she have learned it very quickly!

Frida say at the kitchen table and wrote down name suggestion for the hamster. Today was Wednesday and Frida was really looking forward too tomorrow! Everything was clear expect the name.

Lucy? She wondered No! What about Bella?

Ahhh! Sighed Frida. This was hopeless!

Mathias came into the kitchen and looked at Frida with a wondered expression.

Is it going well? He asked cautiously.

Yes, Frida started. I just cannot find the right hamster name!

No… Mathias replied. It's not always that easy?

Frida looked at him stupidly: You have not exactly found a perfect name for a new family member, have you?

No, but I understand you enough. He said.

Do you have any suggestions? Frida asked and showed him the list of the names.

No, Mathias began. But what if you rather wait until you get the hamster, and then decide the name. That will probably be a little easier!?

Yes, replied Frida. You're probably right. I'm just looking forward!

I understand you. said Mathias, and get up from the chair for taking out the dishwasher.

Frida went into the room and sat down in her room.

She was going to get the destiny book, but she thought she saw a figure in the window!

She walked slowly towards the window and pressed her nose against the glass.

It was foggy on the glass, so Frida couldn't see anyone out there.

She sat back in the bed.

And again she was going to get the book from the pillow when she saw the same figure in the window.

She turned abruptly and looked out the window,

There she saw a crow sitting on the windowsill and staring at her with her black, empty eyes.

She bet it was one of the crows who had tried to take the book a few days ago.

Frida looked at it and went to the and took in the curtain before she pulling it over the window.

Could she not get some peace from the stupid cries!

And what was it really with them and the book of destiny?

Why would they wanna have it!!?

No! Stupid Frida. She said to herself and slapping her hand on her forehead, which still hurt a little after Saturdays headache.

The crows don't want a book! They probably don't know what it is!

But no matter how unlikely it was that the crows wanna the book, Frida did not get the idea that the crows don't actually wanted to take the book from her.