Zidane was very tired but try as he might he couldn't sleep. Excited memories of his
adventurous day crowded inside his little head. He turned from one side to the other and
back again. Then, all of a sudden, he heard a noise. Knock, knock, knock... went
the noise. Zidane sat up with a start wondering why Mum and Dad could
call him so late in the night. Then he heard a gruff voice,
"This is my room, this is my room."