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there’s certainly no elephants,’ snapped Silverfish.
Rock put up a craggy arm.
‘Yes?’ demanded Silverfish.
‘If you’ve got some grey paint an’ stuff to make the ears out of, I’m sure me an’ Morry could–’
‘No-one’s ever done a three-reeler,’ said Gaffer reflectively. ‘Could be really tricky. I mean, it’d be nearly ten minutes long.’ He looked thoughtful. ‘I suppose if I was to make the spools bigger-’
Silverfish knew he was cornered.
‘Now look here,’ he began.
Victor staredknow,’ she said, sitting down on the sand, ‘there’s all kind of rules for the imps and things, they mustn’t be worn out, what down at the girl. Everyone else was ignoring them. ‘Er,’ he said, ‘I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced?’ ‘You didn’t seem to let that stop you,’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t normally do something like that. I must have been . . . ill. Or something.’ ‘Oh, good. And that makes me feel a lot better, does it?’ ‘Shall we sit in the shade? It’s very hot out here.’ ‘Your eyes went all . . . smouldery.’ ‘Did they?’ ‘They looked really odd.’ ‘I felt really odd.’ ‘I know. It’s this place. It gets to you. D’you
kind of food they get, stuff like that: No-one cares about us, though. Even the trolls get