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Squashy sniffed around inside Amelia’s backpack, looking for something to chew.

‘No, no, Squashy, that’s my homework!’ Amelia giggled. ‘I knew you’d get hungry, so I took some of Dad’s breakfast for you . . .’

Amelia pulled out a fistful of Honey-roasted Maggots, and Squashy gently nibbled them from her hand.

She was still feeding him and rubbing his pumpkin tummy when a voice echoed down the corridor.

‘Aren’t you going to show me to the classroom then?’

‘Oh!’ said Amelia, clambering to her feet. Tangine was standing proudly on a Mummy Maid at the end of the corridor. ‘Hello, Prince Tangine!’ She smiled.

‘INGRID. Crawl!’ the prince demanded.

‘It’s so good to properly meet you,’ said Amelia. ‘Our fathers used to play Eyebowls