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It was the next morning and Melvin was walking to school with Rhubarb Plonsky.

As they turned onto Donut High Street, Melvin peered around at the dusty old shops. Each one had the word ‘Donut’ written on its sign, then the name of the thing it sold next to that.

There was Donut Butchers, Donut Books and a shop called Donut Toys. Next door to that was Donut Funerals and across the street, next to Donut Magazines, was Donut Hamburgers.

‘Donut Hairdressers,’ said Melvin, reading what the nearest shop was called. ‘Who goes in there, little hairy donuts who want a haircut?’

Rhubarb sniggered. ‘Ooh, I like people who try and be funny!’ she said, giving him a nudge, and he boinked into a blue lamppost which had ‘Donut Electric Co’ written on it in dented-in letters.

At the end of the road stood a low, round building with an enormous plastic donut sitting on top of it.

The words ‘DONUT DINER’ were printed on the gigantic snack in huge yellow capitals.

Behind the building was a great big circle of scrubby-looking land with a wire fence all the way round it.

‘That’s where the hole used to be,’ said Rhubarb, spotting where Melvin was looking.

‘The hole?’ said Melvin.

Rhubarb nodded. ‘Why do you think it’s called Donut Island?’ she said. ‘A donut’s not a donut without a hole!’

‘Unless it’s a jam one,’ said Melvin. ‘So what happened to this hole?’

‘They filled it in,’ said Rhubarb. ‘Spose it was a bit dangerous, having a great big hole sitting there in the middle of town.’

Melvin zoomed his eyes in on the filled-in hole. There was a zig-zaggy crack in the middle, kind of like a lightning bolt had hit it.

He remembered the enormous

from the night before and a bubble popped in his tummy, like he was a can of donut-flavour cola or something.

‘That thing you mentioned yesterday,’ he said. ‘About Donut not being an ordinary town . . .’

Rhubarb smiled. ‘Bet you were thinking about that all night, weren’t you?’

‘Not in the slightest at all,’ said Melvin, trying to sound cool. ‘What did it mean, though?’

Rhubarb leaned towards him. ‘Do you like mysteries?’ she asked.