and pathetic and... vulnerable... that he took pity on her. “Well, just this once!” he relented – as if there would ever be another time! “Oh, thank you, thank you, and double...” “Just get in!” yelled Monkberry, giving her a hefty shove so that she landed with a thud, face down in the back of the flying machine, with her large scaly pigfrog legs sticking out through the open window hatch. Moundrot hauled himself up and into the helicopter after her. Nigel pulled back on something, stepped on something, and switched something else, and the helicopter was up and out of the crater, with all five occupants struggling hard not to fall out, and the piano swinging underneath. “Good job I brought that flask of tea!” said Ergo. 134
A free readable copy of Mike Batt’s adventure story for childish grown-ups and grown-up children.