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frenzied zombie.

‘OUCH!’ she cried out as she stomped on a small box full of buttons and lost her footing.

CRASH!

Amelia and Squashy went tumbling into the pumpkin-themed creations, sending the

whole lot flying across the room.

A few seconds later, her mum burst through

the door.

‘What the gravestones is going on?’ she

exclaimed, surveying the carnage.

‘Um . . . I can explain . . .’ said Amelia

sheepishly.

‘And what’s happened to your dress?’ her

mother said sternly.

Amelia looked down. Where Squashy had been swinging, there was a massive rip.

‘It was an accident, Mum, honest!’ said Amelia, scrambling to her feet. ‘I was just about to leave, and the glue spilt out and