Amelia Fang and the Memory Thief. Laura Ellen Anderson

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      ‘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

      mess in Amelia’s room, she gasped.

      ‘Amelia, my dreadful little wart-picker, I

      can’t see your bedroom floor!’

      ‘It’s creative mess,’ Amelia grinned. ‘Look,

      I’m making some sunglasses for Squashy and

      some tiny bow ties.’

      The countess made a strange noise. ‘Amelia

      Fang! It’s like you’re living in a goblin cave.

      Wooo is waiting for you in the organ room, so

      tidy this mess up and then go downstairs for

      your practice. Quick-smart my dismal one!’

      Amelia felt her cheeks flush. ‘But Mum, it’s

      nearly my birthnight, and I’ve so much to

      catch up on in Positively Pumpkin! Can’t I

      skip organ practice just this week?’

      ‘Certainly not, darkling – you already

      missed last week because you were at

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      pumpkin-patch digging. Organ practice is

      important – pumpkin magazines are not.’

      Amelia sighed. ‘Okay, Mum, I’ll be down in

      a minute,’ she said, as the countess left the

      room. Sometimes it felt like her mum just

      didn’t understand.

      ‘Don’t worry Squashy, we’ll have your

      costume ready, even if I have to stay up all

      day to finish it.’

      Squashy pa-doinged in excitement, but

      landed on the tube of goblin-slime superglue

      and a giant purple glob spurted all over

      Amelia’s dress.

      ‘Oh no, be careful Squashy!’

      shrieked Amelia, looking down

      at the slimy patch.

      But the little pumpkin leapt forward and landed on Amelia’s lap – slap-bang in the pile of goblin slime.

      ‘Uh-oh!’ cried Amelia. ‘You just sat in the glue . . .’

      Squashy tried to pa-doing

       out of her lap, but he

       was firmly stuck.

      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

      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 СКАЧАТЬ