Giddi's mum was not in a good mood.
"How I hate school
holidays!" she shouted at the bugwunf.
"That boy stays in bed all morning, gets under my feet in
the afternoon, and plays loud music all night."
The bugwunf snarled. "Let me eat him. It would make a nice change from tinned mifflers."
Mum wagged a finger at the bugwunf.