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Prologue

Stanley Lambchop spoke into the darkness above his bed. ‘I can’t sleep. It’s the rain, I think.’

There was no response from the bed across the room.

‘I’m hungry too,’ Stanley said. ‘Are you awake, Arthur?’

‘I am now,’ said his younger brother. ‘You woke me.’

Stanley fetched an apple from the kitchen, and ate it by the bedroom window. The rain had worsened.

‘I’m still hungry,’ he said.

‘Raisins . . . shelf . . .’ murmured Arthur, half asleep again.

Crash ! came thunder. Lightning flashed.

Stanley found the little box of raisins on a shelf by the window. He ate one.

Crash ! Flash !

Stanley ate more raisins.

Crash ! Flash !

Arthur yawned. ‘Go to bed. You can’t be hungry still.’

‘I’m not, actually.’ Stanley got back into bed. ‘But I feel sort of . . . Oh, different, I guess.’

He slept.