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birthnight party!’

Squashy squeaked and span on the spot

delightedly.

‘Isn’t it exciting, Squashy! Soon I’ll be eleven

moon-years old!’ beamed Amelia, flicking

through her Positively Pumpkin magazine.

‘And we get to celebrate in style at the Pumpkin

Patch! Golly Ghouls, I do love pumpkins.’

Amelia wanted to be a Pumpkinologist more

than anything in the whole world when she

grew up – she could imagine studying and

caring for pumpkins like Squashy forever!

Amelia also loved making things, and she

especially loved making things for Squashy.

Tonight her bedroom floor was covered in

black-and-orange material, goblin-slime

superglue and various cobwebbing tools.

The bedroom door creaked open, revealing

Countess Frivoleeta’s huge beehive hairdo

before the rest of her body. When she saw the