Cecilia and Flurry had been sneaking round
the garden for ages, but hadn’t managed to catch ANY creepy crawlies. She was
starting to get hungry and, if truth be told, a little fed up.
She wandered over
to her snuggery; the old shed at the bottom of the garden. She sat down, opened
her backpack, took out the snack box and bottle, then tossed a dragon cookie to
Flurry. He ate it greedily.
“Dragons,” she
chuckled. “What if dragons were real, Flurry? We’d chase after them lightning
quick, wouldn’t we?”
With that, she
tossed the remains of her cookie into the creature catcher and started running
round the garden, spinning around in circles. Flurry joined in, chasing
Cecilia, jumping and barking.
Cecilia started to
feel very, very dizzy. She flopped to the ground and Flurry came and lay beside
her, panting wildly. She lay there gazing at the big, fluffy, white clouds
floating in the sky. She could see different shapes in the clouds: a face with
a long, pointy nose drifted past; the Loch Ness Monster glided through the sky,
followed by a space ship, a canoe and a gigantic snail.
The cotton-ball
clouds started moving faster, swirling and whirling. She shut her eyes to make
them stop, but before you could say, ‘Don’t dilly-dally down daydream alley’ a
witch had zoomed down on her jet-propelled broomobile.
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