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some threw their ties in the air, some pretended to be action heroes abseiling out of helicopters. Out of the whole school only one child smiled beautifully at the camera. And that one child was Samantha.

    â€˜What a beautiful photograph,’ said Nanny Piggins, as they all sat around the kitchen table later that day. ‘You look really lovely.’ Nanny Piggins gave Samantha a big hug.
    â€˜You’re a brilliant photographer, Boris,’ said Derrick.
    â€˜Thank you,’ said Boris, dabbing away a tear of pride.
    â€˜But what I want to know is,’ said Michael, ‘where did the real photographer go?’
    â€˜Ah,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘I will admit I did bump into him on his way to your school.’
    â€˜You didn’t kidnap him, did you?’ asked Derrick sternly. ‘He isn’t locked up in the basement right now, is he?’
    â€˜Oh no, of course not,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    â€˜Really?’ asked Derrick, suspecting from the growing look of mischievousness on his nanny’s face that she had somehow found a loophole.
    â€˜I’ll admit there was a little bit of kidnapping,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘But I didn’t do it. I got him to kidnap me!’
    â€˜What?’ exclaimed the children.
    â€˜But how?’ asked Michael.
    â€˜When I was rifling through his photography van trying to come up with a brilliant plan,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘I discovered that he had been short-changing schools for years. And he was clearly some sort of evil sociopath because he had systematically been throwing away all the good photographs and only sending out the bad photographs – the ones where the children had their eyes closed, or something stuck in their teeth, or their hair sticking out at weird angles.’
    â€˜That explains so much,’ said Samantha.
    â€˜So when I confronted him and launched into my long list of denouncements,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘he kidnapped me. Can you believe it?! It was really very rude. He didn’t even put a packet of biscuits in the sack before he shoved me into it. No manners at all.’
    â€˜Were you all right?’ worried Samantha.
    â€˜My dear girl,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘I was perfectly fine. I had my own packet of biscuits in my pocket, so there wasn’t a problem. But it is the principle of the matter. If you are going to kidnap someone, the least you can do is provide refreshments. Even the Ringmaster knows that.’
    â€˜But how did you escape?’ asked Michael.
    â€˜All thanks to my dear friend and a true gentleman,’ said Nanny Piggins fondly. ‘The Police Sergeant stopped the van. He said it was because the brake light was faulty. But I like to think that on a subliminal level he knew I was inside and that I had a pocketful of his favourite shortbread biscuits.’
    â€˜So the photographer was arrested for kidnapping?’ marvelled Derrick.
    â€˜Yes,’ said Nanny Piggins, ‘which is a good thing because apparently there are no formal laws against bad photography.’
    â€˜There should be,’ said Boris.
    â€˜And the photographer only has himself to blame if he gets sent to jail,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘Because I told him that if he was polite to the Police Sergeant and he baked him a mouth-wateringly delicious cake, the Police Sergeant would probably let him off with a warning. But the photographer insisted on trying to kick the Police Sergeant, headbutt the Police Constable and run off into Hendersons Swamp.’
    â€˜But they caught him anyway?’ asked the children.
    â€˜Oh yes, you know how much the constable enjoys tackling people,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    Boris burst into tears.
    â€˜What’s wrong now?’ asked Nanny Piggins.
    â€˜I love a happy ending,’ explained Boris.

When the children got off the school bus, Nanny Piggins was waiting for them, and she was standing next to a