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idiot,’ I say.
       ‘What am I?’ he says.
       ‘An idiot.’
       He lets go again.
       I roll faster this time. He lets me roll a few metres.
       ‘Danny?’ I say.
       He laughs and runs to catch me. But justas he’s about to grab the pram, he trips and falls flat on his face.

       The pram takes off down the hill. For real this time.
       ‘Danny!’ I yell.
       I’m flying down the hill. I’d try and jump out but I’m going too fast. But if I don’t jump, I’m going to cross the road at the bottom of the hill and smash into number 21’s brick fence.
       I see a man watering his nature strip. It’s Mr Broadbent, our next-door neighbour.
       ‘Mr B!’ I yell. ‘Mr B! Help!’
       He turns around.
       I’m kneeling up in the pram waving my Porky Pig rattle.
       ‘I can’t stop!’ I yell. ‘Stretch your hose across the road!’
       He shakes his head and turns back to his watering.
       Mr B and I don’t get along too well. I know I can be a bit annoying at times, but that’s no excuse for ignoring a fellow human being in distress.
       ‘You’ll be sorry!’ I yell back.
       I look over my shoulder at number 21’s rapidly approaching brick fence. Actually, I think it’s me who’s going to be sorry unless . . . unless . . .

       I look at the Porky Pig rattle. I can use it as a brake! I reach down and jam it in the wheel spokes. The rattle shatters. Thanks for nothing, Porky.
       What do I do now?
       I notice that the pram is veering slightly to the right. Maybe if I leaned over a bit more I could get round the corner . . . away from the fence and down the next hill.

       That hill is even steeper and it has an intersection at the end. But it does eventually level out, and the traffic shouldn’t be too bad at this time of day. It’s got to be worth a try.
       I lean over the side and look back at Danny. He’s running down the hill, but there’s no way he’s going to reach me in time.
       The pram is almost tipping over. I’m on two wheels! Sparks are flying off the wheel rims. But it’s working. I hear the sound of metal screaming. I close my eyes. I open them again and look over the top of the pram bonnet. The hill seems steeper than I remembered—but then I haven’t seen it from this perspective before.
       I hear barking. I look across the road. It’sthe bull terrier from number 19.
       ‘So long, dog-breath!’ I call. He throws himself against the fence.
       Everything’s going my way now. I’ve even got a green light at the intersection.
       Oh no—I don’t believe it!

       I had a green light.
       Now it’s yellow.
       Now red.
       Now I’m in trouble.
       The crossroad is full of traffic. On either side, there are cars, buses, trucks and motorbikes. All ready to take off. Right over the top of me.

       I have to make them stop. But how?
       I know!
       I grab the bag of baby gear and pull out a baby doll. It’s pretty wrecked, but it’s still very realistic. It might just do the trick.
       ‘Sorry about this,’ I say, ‘but it’s either you or me.’
       I throw the doll as far ahead of the pram as I can. It lands right in front of all the traffic.
       The cars and trucks squeal to a halt. I rocket into the intersection. There’s nothing in my way. Well, nothing except for the doll.
       The pram hits the doll and flips up into the air. I hang onto the sides as it does a complete somersault. Radical! All I have to do now is land safely.

       I look over the side of the pram. I’m heading for a fire hydrant.
       SMASH!
       The fire hydrant casing comes off and a fountain of water sprays out the side. It blasts the back of the pram and sends me hurtling down the stretch of road that I was hoping to slow down on.
       I hear a huffing and panting sound behind me. Thank goodness. Danny!
       I look around.
       Uh-oh.
       It’s not Danny. It’s the bull terrier from number