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Amelia looked around her bedroom in

search of some glitter – the only thing that

could dissolve goblin slime – but she couldn’t

see any.

‘We have to hurry, Squashy,’ urged Amelia.

‘Wooo is waiting for me and you’re stuck to

my lap . . . Argh!’

She tried her best to pull her dress off, but it

was rather difficult with a pumpkin stuck to

the front of it. Amelia found herself caught

half in and half out of the dress. Squashy had

begun to squeak in a panic and was swinging

from side to side, trying to free himself.

‘Whoa! Squashy, what are you doing?’ said

Amelia, trying to wriggle out of the tangled

garment. ‘Stop it, you’re making me lose

balance!’

But, determined to free himself, the little

pumpkin carried on swinging – causing

Amelia to stumble around the room like a