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Pazaz pressed the
button, pink sparks flew and ... nothing happened.
The lions were coming
straight for them! Daisy could see their huge pointy fangs. She wanted
to faint, or to run, but all of them seemed rooted to the spot.
Daisy
thought with longing of home. Even continual housework was better than
being eaten alive!
"I want to go home!"
she cried.
The lions were on
them now, huge and golden. They swept past Daisy, and with a roar, lunged
at Captain Pinash. In desperation he pushed the button one more time.
It all went quiet.
When Daisy could
bear to look, an astonishing sight met her eyes. The Romans were frozen
like statues, but the lions ... the lions were floating in the air!
"Quick!" roared
Pinash and, grabbing Daisy by the arm, raced with the other three towards
the spacecraft.
They scrambled on
board, and the Captain lunged for the big pink launch key.
"Engaging engines
3-2-1- ... phut ... stalling on engine 7," screeched the onboard computer.
"What's going on?"
screamed Daisy.
"Looks like feeding
time for those awful growly machines." groaned Pazaz.
They looked out
of the porthole. The spaceship was surrounded by Romans.
"Come out quietly,
and nobody will get eaten!" barked a voice.
Ten minutes later
they were flung in front of a large man clad in purple. "Give
us your magic box. It interests us. Then we may let you go free!"
Daisy suddenly had
an idea. She grabbed the box off Plink.
"Certainly, Sir."
she simpered, curtseying. As she handed him the box, she pressed the button
again, saying "Spaceship, rapidly, gentlemen!" to the confused Pinkerellians.
This time the Spacebin
blasted off, though shakily. The six of them flopped to the floor.
SIX???
"Oooaouch! Quo vadis?"
groaned the Roman guard, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Great! "said Pinash.
"Another machine, but this one fights! We'll be rich! RICH!! All we have
to do now is get back to Pinkerello."
"Bad news, sir,"
said Proddle. "It seems that we've exchanged the Timestopper for the fighting
machine. We can't fix the ship without the Timestopper. We're doomed!"
BANG! They crashlanded.
"Are you hurt, gentlemen?"
asked Daisy.
"No."
"NO."
"Uurghhh."
"Quid?"
They scrambled out
of the wreckage. Two
ruby red eyes peered at them through the long grass.
"So..." breathed
Scumball. "We meet again!"
©
Cheltenham Festival of Literature 1999
last amended 4th October 1999
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