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ennnnnnd—’

Suddenly a spurt of water came flying out of the well, followed by Florence’s unicorn horn.

‘I am not a rubbish bin,’ said the well. And then it sprinkled Grimaldi with water. ‘And you are way too dramatic.’

‘THE MAP!’ Florence and Amelia cried. Amelia scooped up the dripping wet horn and pulled out the soaking map. It was now a big smudged mess.

‘OH DEAR . . .’ said Florence taking the map from Amelia. ‘I’M SURE WE CAN FIX IT.’ She wiped her paw across the sheet of parchment, making the smudge worse. It was no good. The map was ruined.

Grimaldi was breathing fast. ‘We really should go back . . .’

Amelia stared at the ruined map, then screwed up her face. ‘No!’ she said firmly. ‘We got this far. And we’re here to find

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