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First published in Great Britain 2018 by Egmont UK Limited The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

Text and illustrations copyright © 2018 Laura Ellen Anderson

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FOR GRANDAD JOHN

The cheekiest most brilliant nine-fingered musician around

‘About as handy as a frog on a bike!’

Love you always. Twiglett xxx

CONTENTS

MAP OF NOCTURNA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . viii

MEET THE NOCTURNIANS AND

GLITTEROPOLANS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .x

1. WHY DO I ’AVE TO BE THE UNIICORN?. . 1

2. THE WISHING WELL OF WELL

WISHES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17

3. PUMPKIN POO. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29

4. McSPARKLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41

5. THE ETERNAL HUG. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51

6. RAINBOOOOW! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .63

7. FABIO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75

8. GLITTEROPOLIS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87

9. COLLAR DUSTER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101

10. THE HAUNTED HOUSE RIDE . . . . . . . . . . .115

11. STRONG INDEPENDENT UNICORN . . . . 129

12. THE UNICORN BANQUET . . . . . . . . . . . . .139

13. FLORENCE’S UNIQUE TALENT . . . . . . . . . .151

14. THE CANDY CHAMBERS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .161

15. FLORENCE IS NOT A BEAST . . . . . . . . . . . .177

16. A TICKLE BEHIND THE EAR . . . . . . . . . . . 185

17. LEPRECHAUNS ASSEMBLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 201

18. LIGHT AND DARK . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 211

Ghoulish Greetings from . . .

LIKES:

Hugs and Tongue

Twister sandwiches

DISLIKES:

Going to bed early

LIKES:

His new friends,

Amelia, Florence

and Grimaldi

DISLIKES:

An empty stomach

LIKES:

Adventures with Amelia

DISLIKES:

Rude wishing wells

LIKES:

Glitter and family

DISLIKES:

Runaway Mushrooms

LIKES:

Dungeons and Daymares game

DISLIKES:

Slimescale in the kettle

LIKES:

Jigging and

rainbows

DISLIKES:

Fuzzmites

LIKES:

Strong Independent Unicorns

DISLIKES:

Creatures of the Dark

CHAPTER 1

WHY DO I ‘AVE TO

BE THE UNICORN?

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! squeeed the pumpkin alarm clock at first light.

Amelia Fang stretched and scrambled out of her coffin. Her pet pumpkin Squashy was bouncing around licking everyone excitedly.

‘Oh, Squashy,’ Amelia said through a yawn, ‘how are you so wide awake?’

‘SQUISH EVERYTHING!’ moaned Florence Spudwick, rolling over. Florence was a huge, rare breed of yeti, not to be confused with a beast. She was also one of Amelia’s best friends.

‘It can’t be time already?’ Grimaldi groaned, pulling his hood over his face. Grimaldi Reaperton was Death himself. But until he was older, he only dealt with the deaths of small creatures in Nocturnia, leaving the bigger creatures to his grimpapa.

It was the Halloween holidays and the sun had risen in the Kingdom of the Dark, which meant that every creature in Nocturnia and the scary suburbs would be going to bed – apart from Amelia Fang and her friends. They were about to embark on a very big quest to the Kingdom of the Light.

‘FLORENCE!’ said Prince Tangine La Floofle the First, clapping his hands twice. ‘I demand breakfast!’

‘DON’T CLAP ME!’ said Florence, clenching her big hairy fists.

‘Tangine,’ Amelia said with a sigh, ‘remember what we discussed. Try not to be

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so bossy.’

‘I keep forgetting,’ said Tangine sheepishly. ‘Can’t I be a leeeettle bit bossy?’

‘No!’ Amelia laughed. ‘We’re your friends.’

‘Maids.’ Tangine smiled.

‘Fur-riends,’ said Amelia.

Tangine took a deep breath. ‘Fuuur . . .’ He wiped his forehead. ‘Fuuur . . .’ he tried again. ‘Fuuurmaids?’ He looked proud of himself.

‘That’s . . . progress,’ Amelia said.

When Amelia had first met Tangine, he had been quite mean to her and had stolen her pet pumpkin, Squashy. But it had turned out that Prince Tangine had been lonely and just wanted a friend. Tangine had grown up all alone in the palace with only Mummy Maids for company. He did have a mother – she was a fairy named Fairyweather. Tragically, Fairyweather had mysteriously disappeared when Tangine was just a baby. Prince

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Tangine’s father, King Vladimir, had been so sad about his wife’s disappearance that he had neglected his kingdom and Tangine, spending years searching in vain for her. This meant that not only had Tangine grown into rather a spoilt sprout (which was why he thought that it was perfectly OK to steal poor Squashy) but also that he was half-vampire, half-fairy. This big secret of Tangine’s was something that would have terrified most Creatures of the Dark. But Amelia had discovered that Creatures of the Light weren’t as scary as they had all been told. It turns out that fairies did not steal your fangs and unicorns did not shoot killer rainbows from their bottoms.

‘I’m so tired, I’m not sure I can cope with being awake during the day,’ said Grimaldi.

‘We’ll get used to it,’ Amelia reassured him.

As Amelia and her friends made their way

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along the corridor of the Fang

Mansion, an eruption of laughter

came from below, followed by a

large belch. Amelia’s dad, Count

Drake the Third, slowly

floated bottom-first out

of the dining

room and

up

towards the

ceiling.

‘I WIN!’ he

yelled. ‘I

wiiiiin! I put you

in the grave, and then

passed the Troll Bridge

where I collected two

hundred Goblin Slime

Points!’

King Vladimir then

swayed into view with a

hiccup. He also began to float up

towards the ceiling. ‘INCORRECT, Drake,

me ol’ knee-flapper!’ BELCH. ‘I was ON the Troll Bridge way before you got there because I used my Wolf Howl card combined with the Lightning Bolt bonus point I’d saved up . . .’

‘You both lose,’ called Amelia’s mum, Countess Frivoleeta. ‘I got the Total Eclipse card. LOOK!’ She waved an elaborate-looking card in front of their faces.

‘Bother!’ said the count and King Vladimir together. They hugged each other and slowly rotated 360 degrees, before floating back down to ground level.

‘Muuuum!’ called Amelia from upstairs. ‘It’s first light. Didn’t you realise?’

‘Creeping crevices, you’re right!’ the countess shrieked. ‘We got carried away playing Dungeons and Daymares! I can’t

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believe it’s that time already!’ The adults clambered up the stairs.

King Vladimir had cheered up a lot since Amelia and her friends offered to help search for Fairyweather. He’d been searching alone for so long. Now he had help, and more importantly, hope.

In preparation for their risky quest to the Kingdom of the Light, the countess had made Amelia, Florence, Grimaldi and the king clever disguises to wear on their travels. As far as the Creatures of the Light were still concerned, vampires sucked their blood and yetis crushed their bones.

Squashy, disguised as

a big daisy, pa-doinged

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in excitement while Amelia gave a little twirl in her fairy costume.

‘It’s not bad . . .’ she said, admiring her glittery wings. ‘But aren’t I a bit big to be a fairy?’

‘Nonsense!’ said the king. ‘Fairies come in all shapes and sizes. Some rather large, and some teeny-weeny. My Fairyweather was about the length of my arm. A great size for hugging,’ he said with a smile.

‘WHY DO I ’AVE TO BE THE UNICORN?’

said Florence, straightening her horn as Grimaldi studied his angel-kitten tail nervously.

Tangine admired his (real) fairy wings in one of the countess’s many mirrors. ‘I think I look AMAZING!’ he exclaimed. ‘Dad, did you ever dress in disguise when you used to travel to the Kingdom of the Light on your own?’

‘I tried,’ said the king. ‘But I had nobody to help me and I’m terrible at sewing. I tried to make a unicorn costume myself, but it fell apart en route to the Fairy Forest and I was left

stranded . . . how do I put this?’ The king paused. ‘Completely nude.’

Everybody erupted with laughter. ‘KING IN THE NUD!’ Florence bellowed. Then she punched the wall and dented it.

‘Yes, yes, calm down,’ said the king, his normally pale cheeks flushed.

‘But . . . couldn’t the Mummy Maids have helped make you a disguise?’ said Amelia through snorts of laughter.

‘PAH!’ It was the king’s turn to chortle. ‘Have you ever seen a Mummy Maid try to use

a sewing machine? They’d sew their heads together!’

‘Don’t fear, your highness, this time I’ve made you the perfect disguise, and I promise it won’t fall apart.’ The countess beamed. She handed the king a pair of spotty wings.

‘Um . . .’ The king looked awkwardly at the disguise. ‘Is that a ladybird costume?’

‘Correct!’ Countess Frivoleeta smiled and curtseyed. ‘A terrifying ladybird costume!’

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She looked very proud of herself.

‘I may be a tad large to pass as a ladybird,’ murmured the king, pulling his costume on.

Youuuu aaaare dead, you are dead! Grimaldi’s diePhone rang out from his pocket, letting him know some poor creature needed his services.

‘I’m not sure you’ll get a signal while we’re in the Kingdom of the Light,’ said the king. ‘Your grimpapa says he’ll make sure any squished toads are taken care of while you’re away.’

‘Thank you, your majesty,’ said Grimaldi, handing the diePhone to Countess Frivoleeta for safe keeping.

The countess put it in her pocket, then wrapped Amelia in her arms. The scent of her

mother’s new Slug Slime-Trail perfume was overpowering. ‘Oh, Amelia. Be safe out there, won’t you?’

‘I will, Mum, don’t worry.’ Amelia smiled.

‘YEH, WE GOT A MASSIVE LADYBIRD TO KEEP US SAFE!’ Florence chuckled.

‘And if you see any crossword puzzles in the Kingdom of the Light, do bring some back. I love a new challenge!’ said the count.

‘Now, Tangine, do you have the map of the Kingdom of the Light?’ said the king.

‘I gave it to Florence because she likes maps.’ Tangine blushed.

‘DON’T WORRY, I’M KEEPIN’ IT SAFE,’ replied Florence. ‘ROLLED IT UP ALL NICE INSIDE MY UNICORN ’ORN.’

‘Excellent!’ said the king. Then, from inside

his ladybird wing, he pulled out a scrap of glittery parchment: the clue he had found in the Petrified Forest the night Queen

Fairyweather had gone missing.

It read:

‘GLITTEROPOLIS, the city where the sun never goes down, and your dreams always come true . . .’

‘Let’s go and find Glitteropolis!’ said the king.

‘Now, where’s the right door?’ asked the countess.

The doors in the Fang Mansion tended to move around a lot. It was a matter of skill – and a dollop of good luck – to know which door led where.

‘Here it is,’ she announced, gesturing to a wooden door covered with vines. ‘If I remember correctly, this should lead you to the edge of

the Petrified Forest, and according to the king’s map—’

‘THE KINGDOM OF LIGHT BORDERS THE FOREST,’ Florence finished proudly.

‘Well, here goes,’ said Amelia, opening the door. She reached up to her head and gave Squashy a reassuring pat.

King Vladimir ruffled Tangine’s hair. ‘Come on, son, let’s go and find Mum!’

CHAPTER 2

THE WISHING WELL OF WELL WISHES

‘Wow,’ said Amelia, as she stood at the border between the Kingdoms of the Light and Dark.

The scene that stretched before them was quite a contrast to the grey spindly trees and dead branches of the Petrified Forest. Ahead, the sun shone brightly on a vast green meadow scattered with colourful flowers.

Contrary to some old myths that Creatures of the Light believed, vampires and other Creatures of the Dark were perfectly fine in

the sun. They just weren’t used to it, since they were usually fast asleep during the day. The soft hum of bumblebees made Amelia feel a little uneasy. Grimaldi yelped as a bunny rabbit hopped into view.

‘The Meadow of Loveliness . . .’ said King Vladimir.

Amelia took a deep breath. ‘Are we all ready?’ she said, straightening herself up.

The friends nodded and held hands tightly before stepping for the first time into the Kingdom of the Light.

Amelia gasped as her foot sank into the soft ground. It felt strange and spongy. The long grass was shimmering and even the air seemed to be sparkling. But it wasn’t as awful as she might have expected – just very different.

‘Flaaarg!’ Grimaldi shrieked as a butterfly tried to land on his head. ‘It’s going to eat me!’

‘Grimaldi!’ hissed Amelia. ‘You’ll draw

attention to us!’

‘YEH. YOU NEED TO BE MORE CREATUREY OF THE LIGHTY,’ said Florence. ‘MAYBE WE SHOULD PRANCE,’ she continued. ‘THEY LIKE TO PRANCE, RIGHT?’

Without waiting for a reply, Florence pirouetted across the flowerbeds as if she were as light as a feather.

Amelia noticed Tangine’s mouth drop open as he watched Florence dance among the flowers. She was quite surprised herself.

‘She’s quite the prancer!’ said the king with a laugh, before attempting a skip, hop and jump. He stopped when he pulled a muscle in his back.

‘Not as nimble as I used to be . . .’ he said, wincing.

Amelia felt a little nervous, but then she began shuffling her feet. And, before she knew it, she found herself skipping through the long

grass. ‘Come on, Grimaldi! It’s fun!’ she called.

Grimaldi stood frozen to the spot. Amelia ran over and grabbed both his hands, pulling him into the meadow.

‘Eeeeeeeeeek!’ Grimaldi squealed. ‘I think something flew into my mouth!’

‘There’s nothing to fear, Grimaldi!’ the king reassured him. ‘Look, the Creatures of the Light are just getting on with their lives.’ He pointed at a small bunny rabbit nibbling on some grass.

‘I dunno,’ Grimaldi mumbled, ‘maybe it’s plotting something terrible as we speak . . .’

‘Oh, you are silly!’ Amelia giggled.

‘Look, Dad!’ Tangine yelled. ‘I’m flying!’ Tangine was hovering a few feet above the grass, his sparkly fairy wings flapping fiercely.

‘You look just like your mother!’ King

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Vladimir said, smiling.

‘THIS PLACE ISN’T SO BAD,’ said Florence, performing one last pirouette.

‘Right,’ said the king, ‘let’s check the map and work out our best route.’

Florence took the unicorn horn off her head and removed the map, which was neatly rolled into a cone.

‘Where do we start?’ said Grimaldi as Florence straightened the map out. ‘We have no idea where Glitteropolis city is – it’s not on the map.’

‘Hey look, there’s the Wishing Well of Well Wishes,’ said Amelia, reading the map. ‘Maybe we could make a wish to find out where Glitteropolis is?’

‘Amelia, that is

a great idea. I’d never thought of that before!’ The king beamed. Then he looked at Tangine fondly. ‘The Wishing Well of Well Wishes is where your mum and I got married.’

The friends waded through the Meadow of Loveliness, stopping every so often for King Vladimir to catch his breath.

‘At least I’ll be fitter by the time we find Fairyweather,’ he puffed.

‘That must be the Wishing Well of Well Wishes!’ said Grimaldi, pointing ahead at a stone well. It appeared to be glowing, and sparkly flecks of light danced around its rim.

Florence peered into the well and shouted, ‘’OW DO YOU MAKE A WISH THEN?’

THEN. . . THEN. . . THEN. . .

Her voice echoed.

‘NO NEED TO SHOUT!’ a voice boomed up from within the well.

SPLOSH!

A huge jet of water followed, drenching Florence from head to toe.

‘IT SPLOSHED ME!’ said Florence in shock. ‘AND IT SPOKE.’

‘I’ll do it again if you don’t stop referring to me as IT, you big oaf,’ said the voice from the well.

There was no doubt about it: the

Wishing Well of Well Wishes could talk.

And it was really rather rude.

‘So, what brings you Creatures of the Dark to the Kingdom of the Light?’ asked the well.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. How could it have seen through their disguises?

‘W-w-we’re not Creatures of the Dark!’ said Grimaldi quickly. ‘Look! Meeeow!’ And he swung his angel-kitten tail around.

‘Do you think I’m completely blind, little grim reaper?’ said the well.

‘COURSE YOU ARE,’ Florence cut in, ‘’CAUSE YOU ’AVE NO EYES.’

SPLOSH!

Tangine stifled a giggle as Florence received another face full of water.

‘All right, Vlad?’ said the well. ‘Or should I say, Sir Ladybird?’

‘I see you haven’t changed,’ said the king

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raising an eyebrow.

‘And I see your son is growing up to look just like his mother,’ said the well. ‘Got your nose, though . . . Shame.’

‘How do you know so much about us?’ asked Tangine. ‘You’re just a wishing well.’

‘I am the Wishing Well of Well Wishes! I know everything there is to know and everything that will be known.’

‘I KNOW YOU’RE PRETTY RUDE,’ said Florence.

‘Don’t take it personally,’ whispered the king. ‘Wells are notorious for being a little uncouth at times.’

‘If you know everything, then can you tell us where Glitteropolis is?’ said Amelia.

‘Maybe,’ said the well.

‘You just told us you know everything,’ said Amelia.

‘I do,’ said the well.

‘Then surely you know where the city of Glitteropolis is?’ said Amelia, becoming impatient.

‘Yes,’ said the well. ‘Then can’t you tell us?’ ‘I can’t,’ said the well.

‘Why not?’ Grimaldi cried.

‘I don’t just give out information. I’m not allowed to. So, the secret of who you are is safe with me. Unless someone wishes to know your secret, that is . . .’ The well coughed. ‘But anyway, if you want information, you must wish for it,’ said the well.

‘I WISH YOU’D JUST STOP TALKING!’ Florence blurted out, clenching her fists.

‘No, Flo—’ the king began. But the well bubbled and a small envelope

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came hurtling through the air landing at Florence’s feet. She picked up the envelope and opened it.

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!

‘AAAARGH!’ Florence bellowed as the envelope exploded into a cloud of glitter. The glitter-cloud then rearranged itself to spell out:

THANK YOU FOR YOUR FIRST WISH. WE HOPE IT WAS FULFILLED TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

Then the glitter words disappeared.

‘WHAT? I DIDN’T MAKE A WISH!’ yelled Florence.

But the well was silent. It made no sound, not even a bubble.

CHAPTER 3

PUMPKIN POO

Amelia put her head in her hands. ‘I think you did make a wish, Florence. You wished the well would stop talking.’

‘THAT WASN’T A PROPER WISH!’ said Florence.

‘You have to be extra careful with what you say,’ explained the king.

The well was still silent.

‘I guess we need to wish for the well to speak again?’ said Tangine looking to his dad.

‘Hmmm, it does seem like the only way,’ the king said.

‘ALL RIGHT. FINE,’ said Florence. ‘I WISH THE WELL WOULD SPEAK AGAIN . . .’

Another small envelope came hurtling from inside the well, landing at Florence’s feet, and then exploding into a cloud of glitter spelling out the words:

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SECOND WISH. WE HOPE IT WAS FULFILLED TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

‘Well done,’ said the well. ‘You just wasted two of your three wishes. It’s the standard three wish rule and you speak for everyone here, yeti.’

‘I AM NOT—’ Florence began. ‘OH, WAIT. I AM A YETI.’ She trailed off.

‘Guuuys, we only have one wish left!’ said Grimaldi, twizzling his angel-kitten tail nervously. ‘We should ask about Glitteropolis!’

‘WELL, ’IS MAJESTY NEEDS TO FIND ’IS WIFE, RIGHT?’ said Florence. ‘SO . . .’

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‘Perhaps someone else should make this wish, Florence,’ said Amelia warily.

‘I agree, I can make this w—’ the king began.

‘I GOT THIS,’ Florence interrupted and stomped up to the edge of the well. ‘I WISH KING VLADIMIR WOULD—’ Suddenly Florence began coughing and spluttering. ‘BEEEE! A BEE!’ she choked. ‘AAARGH! IT FLEW INTO ME MOUF!’

‘Oh no, Florence,’ stammered the king. ‘What have you done?’

Florence spat and coughed. ‘SORRY ’BOUT THAT. LEMME START AGAIN.’

But before Florence could carry on, an envelope came flying out of the well, landing at her feet with the usual glitter explosion.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR THIRD WISH. WE HOPE IT WAS FULFILLED TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

Then . . .

POOF!

The king disappeared into a puff of glittery smoke.

‘Pottering pumpkins!’ cried Amelia. ‘WHERE’D THE KING GO?’ said Florence.

‘What did you do with my dad?’ Tangine yelled into the well.

‘We’ve wasted all the wishes!’ Grimaldi had entered full-blown panic mode.

Where the king had been, a small bumble- bee perched on a flower.

‘Florence! You turned the king into a BEE!’ cried Amelia.

‘BUT I DIDN’T! IT WAS THE WELL WHAT DID IT! I ’AD A BEE IN MY MOUF! MY WISH

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GOT INTERRUPTED SO IT SHOUDN’T ’AVE BEEN GRANTED!’ said Florence.

Tangine ran over to the bee. ‘Dad?’ he cried.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz buzz buzzzzzz, buzzed the bee.

‘Daaaaaad!’ said Tangine. He tried to pick his dad up.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ‘Oh, Dad,’ said Tangine. ‘What do we do?’

The bee buzzed and then his little wings began vibrating and he flew away.

‘’E BUZZED OFF!’ said Florence.

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‘Oh no! We’re going to lose him!’ said Amelia.

‘What if he gets eaten or trampled on?’ squealed Grimaldi, his eyes wide with panic.

Tangine started twiddling his thumbs.

‘I’ve lost my mum and my dad now!’

Then he stamped his foot angrily,

creating a puff of glitter. ‘How

has this HAPPENED?’

‘Please leave,’ said the well calmly. ‘Your wishes are complete. You must wait for one year before you can make another three wishes.’

‘A YEAR?’ said the friends in unison. ‘That’s the rule,’ said the well.

‘My dad can’t be a bumblebee for that long!’ whined Tangine, slumping down on to the grass.

Amelia sat down next to Tangine and put an arm around his shoulder. ‘We’ll work this out, I promise.’

‘But how?’ said Tangine sadly.

Amongst the long grass, Amelia caught sight of the piece of glittery parchment the king had kept hold of since Fairyweather’s disappearance. She picked it up and tucked it safely behind one of her wings.

‘I don’t know right now, but when we find your mum, I’m sure she’ll know what to do.’ Amelia smiled.

Tangine nodded and took a deep breath.

‘We can’t carry on with this quest without the king!’ said Grimaldi.

‘We can, and we will,’ said Amelia. ‘We have each other and we have to work together.’

‘NO FANKS TO THIS BIG PILE OF STONES.’ Florence kicked at the side of the well.

Suddenly a huge SPLOSH of water

drenched her

from head to toe,

knocking off her

unicorn horn.

Amelia gasped as

the horn went

tumbling down, down, down into the depths of the well.

‘Noooooooooooo!’ she squealed. ‘The map is in the horn!’

But it was gone.

‘I AM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU STONE BY STONE,’ said Florence, trying to climb into the well.

‘No king and no map!’ Grimaldi wailed. ‘We’re lost and helpless and oooooooh this is the

ennnnnnd—’

Suddenly a spurt of water came flying out of the well, followed by Florence’s unicorn horn.

‘I am not a rubbish bin,’ said the well. And then it sprinkled Grimaldi with water. ‘And you are way too dramatic.’

‘THE MAP!’ Florence and Amelia cried. Amelia scooped up the dripping wet horn and pulled out the soaking map. It was now a big smudged mess.

‘OH DEAR . . .’ said Florence taking the map from Amelia. ‘I’M SURE WE CAN FIX IT.’ She wiped her paw across the sheet of parchment, making the smudge worse. It was no good. The map was ruined.

Grimaldi was breathing fast. ‘We really should go back . . .’

Amelia stared at the ruined map, then screwed up her face. ‘No!’ she said firmly. ‘We got this far. And we’re here to find

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