What if you really hoped you would be a world-famous tennis player like your Grandad. But everything starts going wrong with your tennis. Will a mysterious bird change everything?
Sample:
'Whack, whack, whack.'
The ball bounced off the shed over and over. Suddenly, a strange bird with a white neck whooshed down over me.
'Whack...clunk.'
'Oh no.' I looked down at my racket. I had buckled it on the concrete. 'My special blue racket. How will I become a great tennis player now?
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