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her bottom. When she looked down, water was oozing into her boat.

‘Oh, no,’ Amelia gasped. One of the spikes on Frankie’s boat had made a big hole in the side of Amelia’s little stripy one. Squashy bounced into the growing puddle of water and tried to lick it up.

‘It’s okay, Squashy,’ said Amelia, picking the pumpkin up and hugging him to her chest. ‘I’m going to shout for help, then Ricky and Graham can come and rescue us.’

But just as Amelia was about to flag down the two unicorns, she felt a strong wind blowing back the hair from her face.

Her boat was moving.