became syrupy and thick, âif you could free yourself, you would be making my precious baby very happy.â
At this, the Echidna sent a soaring spitball through the air. When it landed against the opposite wall of the dungeon, it spawned a fiery explosion and once the smoke cleared, a gaping, terrible hole could be seen. If the spitfire had hit a human there was little guessing how much of them would be left.
Alex was trapped. Caught in a world where she didnât belong with one of the most sweetly vile people she had ever met, one of the most evil of pets and a bell set to ring out the terrible fate of innocent children. Her choice was to stay and be mauled by hungry crocs or resist and become the main course for a freakish, oversized pincushion.
Would she manage to escape and save herself from certain doom? Would she be able to free the children who had been tricked into entering this grotesque world? How was she going to stop the bell from tolling certain doom?
Brinnnggggggggggg.
âAahhhh!â
Max shot up in bed like the mattress had been spring-loaded. One minute she was dreaming about a terrible overlord and her pet, the next she was ⦠she was ⦠it took her a few seconds to realise where she was. Then everything became clear. The phone was ringing downstairs. She was in her bedroom. It was the morning of another school day. Then she remembered the worst bit. She was still the girl who was doomed to spend her holidays with her mother.
Max sat there while the phone rang and watched her life fall into a tragic heap. There was nothing good about it. Nothing to look forward to. Everything was against her.
But then something happened.
âMax?â
It was her mother knocking at the door.
âYeah?â answered Max, turning and falling intoher pillow face first, hoping this would make the world go away.
It didnât, so her mother kept talking.
âMax?â She was now at close range sitting on her bed. âIâve had a call from work.â
She paused like she was getting ready to say something difficult. âThereâs a new show we are launching much earlier than expected and they want me to do it.â
Max closed her eyes even tighter waiting for what calamity it would mean for her. The world had better be careful, she thought. Thereâs only so much bad news an eleven year old can handle before terrible things happen.
âNow I know this is going to be disappointing for you, sweetie, but Iâm afraid we are going to have to postpone our trip to Queensland.â
Max opened her eyes. Did she hear right? Not going to Queensland? She was so happy she wanted to jump out of bed and swing from the light fitting.
Her mother watched as Max continued to lay face down in her pillow.
âIâm so sorry, darling. I know it was going to be so wonderful with just the two of us, but I will book another trip as soon as I can. I promise. For nowthough, it will mean spending your holidays at the farm.â
Max thought for a minute. If she was clever, she could really play this to her advantage. She sat up next to her mother, ready to lay it on as thick as she could.
âThatâs okay, Mum. You couldnât help it. Sometimes your job must come first. Thereâll be lots of other times you and I can spend together later.â
Maxâs mother was impressed.
âYou really are the sweetest kid a parent could ever hope for. Now, how about I make you some breakfast and we get you off to school.â
She kissed Max on the forehead and sprang out of the room.
It worked! Yesterday, Max was the pebble in the shoe of her motherâs life, condemned to weeks of punishment, today she was the sweetest kid a parent could ever hope for. She leapt out of bed and got ready for school like it was the best day of her life.
The Easter holidays were only four days away. Max woke every morning and struck the days off her calendar like they were layers of