Glow-worm goes around

the World

Timothy Ley
 For Miranda, who shines.

Timothy
c Ley, Mandy Emett-Ley, Miranda Ley &
Alexander Ley, 2009
Contents
1 Glow-worm 3

2 The Spider and the Frog 7

3 Off We Go! 13

4 The First Adventure 21

5 The Fishing Rod 27

6 Glow-worm and the Scientist 35

7 Carl 47

8 Over-land 59

9 The Mysterious Magician 77

10 The Curious Cloud 93

11 The Genuine Genie 111

12 Time to Go Home 129

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Chapter 1

Glow-worm
Glow-worms are not like or-
dinary worms. Sometimes
when they grow up they turn
into fireflies. Sometimes they
turn into spiders. Sometimes
they just stay as glow-worms.
And in the dark of the night
they glow.
This glow-worm was so
bright that he glowed in the
day as well!
He was so bright that he taught himself to read. This
is something that most worms, even bookworms, can’t do.
Once he’d learnt how to do it, Glow-worm became a
great reader. He read. . . and he read. . . and he read. . . until
he had become fascinated by the world and all its wonders.
He was particularly interested in books about human ad-
ventures and discoveries.
Humans, it seemed, had been everywhere and done al-
most everything. And they were just animals really. Big
animals (compared to Glow-worm) and clever ones, some-
times, but they were still animals. They didn’t even know
how to glow, and yet they had achieved so much. Humans

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had even managed to sail around the world.
If they can do it, thought Glow-worm, so can I.
Of course before he could sail around the world he
would need a boat. Glow-worm didn’t know of any an-
imals that possessed such a thing, so he would have to
build one himself.
Glow-worm designed his boat, and decided to name it
the good ship Glow-boat. To build it he gathered together
one hundred and fifty-four small nuts (to build the cabin),
one banana leaf (to build the hull), two twigs (to build the
mast), one lost, human-sized pocket handkerchief (to use
as a sail), one very small bird’s nest (not a crow’s, even
though it was to build the crow’s nest) and finally an old
apple core (to use as an anchor).
All of these bits and pieces came together to make a
very little boat, so it would have been easy for you or me
to build it. But it was very hard far Glow-worm because
he was so small. In fact, to him it seemed he was building
a magnificent ocean-going yacht, and he was building it
without any experience, or indeed any hands. But he had
enthusiasm, he had vision, he had ingenuity and, above

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all, he had brains. So after many days and nights of hard
work, he had finished.
The good ship Glow-boat was ready to set sail.
By the time he had finished it, Glow-worm discovered
he was very tired. As it was quite late in the evening, he
decided to have a good night’s sleep before he set off on his
voyage. Tomorrow morning, weather permitting, he would
set sail.
One more sleep, and then the greatest voyage of animal
discovery ever undertaken would begin.
It would make history.

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Chapter 2

The Spider and the

Frog
Later that night almost all
was calm at the little land-
ing stage where the good
ship Glow-boat was moored.
I say almost all because in
fact there were some animals
awake, and three pairs of eyes
were peering at the little ship
and wondering.
The eyes were almost hidden behind three blades of
grass, but they were peering so intently that three blades
were never going to be enough to conceal them.
One of the pairs of eyes belonged to a small green frog.
Not a very clever small green frog, but a very good natured
one just the same.
The other two pairs belonged to a slightly sinister look-
ing white spider. The spider was fairly cunning, but even
though he looked a bit sly he was every bit as good natured
as the frog.
Both animals were a little down on their luck, and had
been for some time. They were cold; they were hungry;

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they were tired; and, had it been raining, they would have
been wet too. So there was something very attractive
about a shiny, new, animal-sized yacht sitting moored to
the side of a stream.
“Let’s go inside,” said the frog, hopefully. “Even if
there isn’t any food, there are bound to be beds. Maybe
comfy ones. Maybe very comfy ones. We could have. . . ”
he shivered with anticipation. “We could have. . . a sleep!”
This sounded reasonable to the spider. But. . .
“It looks like the kind of ship that humans build,” said
the spider. “But human ships are always either human
sized or toys. This one isn’t either of those things.”
“No,” said the frog, “it’s the right size for us. Isn’t that
lucky!”
“Lucky?” said the spider. “It’s odd. Very odd. I think
we should stay away. It could be dangerous.”
The frog was disappointed. “But what about the beds?
Couldn’t we go in and have a sleep, but carefully?”
It was dark. It was quiet. It was very tempting.
“All right,” said the spider, “we’ll just go and have a
quick look. But if there’s anything suspicious or out of the
ordinary we leave straight away.”

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 “Hooray!” shouted the frog, and he leaped from their
hiding place and ran helter-skelter towards the mysterious
boat. As he ran he shouted: “Can’t catch me!” and “last
one to the beds is a scaredy-fly!”
Across the grass and through the pale shaft of moon-
light the animals ran, first the frog then, more cautiously
the spider. At the bank of the stream, where the little
boat was moored the frog paused briefly, then leaped into
the air (he was a good little leaper) and landed squarely
on the deck. He was ready for bed.
“I’m the winner!” he cried.
But what had he won? To the spider, following closely
behind, things still didn’t look right.
“I’m still not sure about this,” he said.
But already the frog was exploring the boat. He hopped
here and there, up and down, around the deck (which was
a leaf) and over the anchor (which was an apple core) and
finally towards the cabin (which was made of nuts).
The spider crept behind him. “That’s very odd,” he
thought. “There’s everything here a human could want —
but it’s all really small.”
“That’s cool!” shouted the frog. “There’s everything
here a human could want — but it’s all really small!”
“We’ve got to get out of here right now,” declared the
spider. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it isn’t
natural.”
“Oh come on,” said the frog, “where’s your sense of
adventure?”
“I don’t know,” said the spider, in a voice dripping with
sarcasm. “Maybe I dropped it somewhere when we came
on board.”

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 “Don’t worry,” declared the frog cheerfully. “I’ll find it
for you. Maybe it’s in here?” and with that he hopped at
full speed into the mysterious nut-cabin.
“No!” cried the spider, but it was too late. The frog
had disappeared inside.
Cautiously, and a little bit reluctantly, the spider fol-
lowed after him.
Inside everything was very cosy and, again, very com-
plete. The spider, after his eyes had become accustomed to
the gloom, was amazed by the attention to detail. There
was a little table and a little chair; a little book case and
little books; a little desk on which was spread out a (not so
little) map. The spider didn’t know what a map was for,
but he did know it was something to do with humans. Yet
here was one placed inside a tiny room where no human
could possibly fit.
There was a little telescope, and even a little compass
(although this was actually a magnetised needle hanging
from a piece of cotton, so it didn’t look that little to the
spider). There was a little cupboard (the door was closed,
so the spider didn’t know what was in it). There was a
little writing desk on which was a little log book, a tiny
pot of ink and a very delicate little quill pen.
Finally, against one wall of the cabin just under the
little window was a comfy looking little bed. In this bed,
snoring happily, was the frog. He had found what he was
looking for, and had achieved his ambition. He was having
a sleep.
With a big sigh the spider lay down beside him. He
knew he would never be able to wake his friend up now, and
he couldn’t abandon him in this mysterious (and perhaps
dangerous) place. So he would just have to stay with him,

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and hope that nothing bad happened. Of course, he would
try to stay awake, just in case.
Two minutes later he too was fast asleep, and snoring
happily.
During the night he dreamt that a glow-worm came
on board, cast off and sailed the little boat out to sea.
Curiously, the frog had exactly the same dream.
And even more curiously, this was what actually hap-
pened.

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Chapter 3

Off We Go!
The very next morning Glow-
worm got up early. Today
was the day, the day on which
the great voyage was to be-
gin. This was the day on
which animal history would
be made. But no matter how
excited he was, Glow-worm
was determined to do this
properly.
Without fuss, and without fanfare the great explorer
left his home and squirmed his way down to the dock. So
it was that almost no-one saw him depart. Glow-worm
thought it was better not to make too much fuss about
telling anyone. If something went wrong, and he had to
turn back before the voyage was completed, no-one would
know. But if he waited until he had completed the voyage,
then announced his success he would become a hero.
So, while almost everyone else was sleeping, Glow-worm
slipped away. Only the early bird, who always got up at
first light in the hope of catching him, saw Glow-worm
leave.
“Where’s he off to?” he thought.

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 Thus it was that the good ship Glow-boat sailed away.
It passed up the creek with its captain at the helm, and
into the stream. Down the stream it sailed with only some
snails as witnesses.
From the stream it sailed into the river, and from the
river, via the harbour, into the sea. In the harbour were
many other boats, and some of the people in them were
awake. But the good ship Glow-boat was so small that
none of them noticed it.
At the helm of his mighty vessel, Glow-worm sang for
pure joy. It was the beginning of the great adventure, the
adventure that would prove once and for all that animals
really were as good as humans. His only regret was that
he was on the great voyage alone. Perhaps it would have
been nice to have a crew, for company.
Of course, as it turned out he need not have worried.
Because he was not alone. Two deeply asleep animals were
in the cabin.
In fact, they weren’t quite as deeply asleep as they had
been. The rocking of the boat now that it was out amongst
the ocean waves was making it hard to lie still. The frog
opened one eye. Then he opened the other.
Through the little porthole he could see the slightly
cloudy sky. It was rocking up and down. In his vague sort
of way the frog wondered why.
He decided to go outside and see why the sky was rock-
ing. After all, in his limited experience, it usually didn’t.
He climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake his friend
the spider, and tried to open the door.
But it wouldn’t open! This was because, at exactly
the same time, Glow-worm was on the other side of the
door trying to open it too. They were pulling against each

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other.
“Oh bother,” said Glow-worm, who needed to check
his charts.
“Oh dear,” said the frog. “I think I’m in trouble.”
He pulled again. Again, nothing happened. Again he
found himself worrying.
Should he wake the spider? The spider had said they
shouldn’t come on board. Perhaps he had been right. The
frog swallowed nervously.
Then he had an idea. Perhaps he should push instead
of pull.
So he pushed.
Of course, since Glow-worm was on the other side pulling
at the same time the effect was doubled. This time the
door opened all right. In fact it shot open!
The frog, who had been putting his whole weight on the
door, flew through, tripped over Glow-worm, and landed
in a very surprised heap on the deck.
“Hello,” said Glow-worm, a little surprised.
“Eek!” said the frog, a little terrified.
The frog decided to go. It was way too scary on this
boat, in spite of the bed. He was off. With one bound he
leaped over the side of the boat to where he knew the bank
of the stream to be.
Splash! The bank of the stream had disappeared. The
frog was now very wet (which he didn’t mind) and very
salty (which he did).
“Glug. . . glug. . . glug. . . help!” he said.
At this, the spider woke up, and very awake he was
too. With a slight tangle of legs (for he had quite a few of
those) he raced to the side of the boat and saw the frog,
sinking slightly in the ocean. He had never seen the ocean

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before, but he was a wise enough spider to know what it
was.
“Uh oh,” he said. Then he saw Glow-worm for the first
time.
“Hello,” said Glow-worm cheerfully. “By the way, don’t
panic.”
At once the spider panicked, and leaped over the side
too, even though part of him knew this was a very silly
thing to do.
Splash (again)!
“Glug. . . glug. . . glug. . . help!” said the spider and the
frog together.
Fortunately for the two soggy animals, Glow-worm had
equipped his ship with life belts that were just the right
size for the two accidental stowaways. He tossed these out
to the stricken animals and slowly reeled them in.
Of course, as the spider realised afterwards, he could
have simply spun a web to save himself and his friend, but
in the panic of the moment he simply didn’t think of it.
Glow-worm couldn’t spin a web, but on the other hand he

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never panicked.
Once Glow-worm had rescued his two visitors, he wrapped
them up in warm, fluffy, animal sized towels (made by a
cousin of his who was a silk-worm), and gave them some
nice, sustaining dead flies to munch on.
“I’m Glow-worm,” he said, when they had stopped
trembling. “Who are you?”
“I,” said the spider, “am a spider.”
“And I,” said the frog, who had not really understood
the question, “am not.”
“Yes yes, I can see that,” said Glow-worm. “What I
meant was, what are your names?”
The spider and the frog looked at one another. “The
spider and the frog?” they both suggested.
Glow-worm shook his head disapprovingly. “That won’t
do. If animals are to match human beings in this world,
then they must do as humans do and give themselves
names. You,” he said the the spider, “will be Sydney,
and you,” he said to the frog, “will be Freddy.”
“Wow,” said Freddy, as if all his birthday presents had
come at once, “I have my very own name!”
“Hang on,” said Sydney suspiciously. “If animals need
names, how come you’re called ‘glow-worm’ ? That’s not
a name.”
“It is if you spell it with a capital G,” said Glow-worm
happily. “And I do.”
At this, Freddy’s eyes lit up, and he realised he was in
the presence of an animal of unusual sagacity and knowl-
edge. He was truly impressed.
Sydney frowned. He thought this was one of the silliest
things any animal had ever said. “Okay, so you have a
name. Sort of. But what are you doing on board this

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mysterious boat?”
“Simple,” said Glow-worm. “This is my boat. I built
it.”
At this, Freddy’s eyes opened wider, and Sydney’s frown
deepened.
“You built a boat? A boat just like humans make?
And in it, you have actually sailed out to sea?”
Glow-worm nodded enthusiastically, and Freddy’s eyes
popped a little bit further out.
“Okay,” said Sydney. “Why?”
“I’m going to sail around the world, just like the hu-
mans have done. You can come with me, if you like, and
be my crew. What do you think?”
“What do I think? It’s insane!”

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 “Wow,” said Freddy, who looked like his eyes should
have fallen out by now. “Can we really come with you?
Really? Wow! Oh Sydney, can we stay? Please? Pretty
please? I’d really like to sail around the world.”
Sydney glowered. “You want to sail around the world?”
“Yes please!” said Freddy.
“Do you actually know what the world is?”
“No idea,” said Freddy, happily. “Please can we sail
around it?”
“I’m not going,” said Sydney. “It’s impossible, not to
mention dangerous. Glow-worm, will you please take us
back to dry land.”
“Of course I can take you back,” said Glow-worm, “but
Freddy can stay if he wants to.”
Freddy jumped up and down (which was an impressive
sight, for he was a very good jumper) and clapped his
hands. “Hooray! I’m going to sail around the Word!”
“World,” Glow-worm corrected him, happily. “I will
teach you how to read a chart, and you can be the navi-
gator. But first we’ll take your friend back home.”
“Yes boss!” cried Freddy, the light of devotion gleam-
ing in his eyes.
The spider, from now on always to be called Sydney,
looked from his hopelessly stupid friend to his hopelessly
clever new acquaintance and buried his head in several of
his arms. Left to their own devices he was sure Freddy
and Glow-worm would both end up drowned or eaten by
something. Without someone practical to look after them
they were doomed, and there was only one practical animal
he could think of in the near vicinity.
He was very fond of the frog. He had been looking after
him for a long time.

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 “Okay,” he said, and he could hardly believe what he
was hearing himself say. “If you must try to sail around
the world then I’d better come with you. I think it’s a
stupid thing to do, but I’m going to come too.”
“That’s the spirit!” cried Glow-worm, “and don’t worry.
If humans can do it, then we can do it too.”
“Hooray!” said Freddy. “By the way, do you think
we’ll be back in time for lunch?”
The epic voyage had begun.

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Chapter 4

The First Adventure

Across the billowing waves the
good ship Glow-boat sailed, it’s
crew of three safe aboard. For
a long time they followed the
same routine; Freddy up in the
crow’s nest watching for land,
Glow-worm and Sydney pacing
the deck. Glow-worm was lost
in thought, picturing his heroic
future in all it’s glorious detail;
Sydney was merely lost in anxi-
ety. Nothing bad had happened
to them yet, but he was sure it
was only a matter of time.
And so the first day of the voyage wore on. From his
vantage point in the crow’s nest, Freddy watched for any
sign of land. Then, without warning, something appeared.
“Land who! Land how! Land woo! Or whatever.
Land!” he cried.
At once, Glow-worm and Sydney ran up to see what
had happened. Sydney (who was good at sticking to things,
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Freddy had seen.
“Ah,” he said. “Right.”
He didn’t know what to say. Freddy was so excited
about his first glimpse of land, that Sydney really had
not the heart to tell him it wasn’t land at all. It was an
abandoned bird nest. It had clearly fallen out of its tree,
and was now drifting out to sea. It wasn’t a very impressive
bird nest. In fact, it was falling apart.
“Look!” cried Freddy with joy. “Is it an island? Or a
continent!”
“Er,” said Sydney.
“It’s an island,” declared Glow-worm, who had finally
joined them.
“What’s it called?” said Freddy.

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 “Freddiland,” said Glow-worm. “It was named after its
original discoverer.”
“Freddiland,” said Freddy, happily. “What a coinci-
dence!”
With a minimum of fuss, Glow-worm prepared to dis-
embark. First he lowered the apple-core anchor, then, us-
ing a piece of string, he secured the ship to the bird nest.
It wasn’t much of an island, being barely bigger than
the good ship Glow-boat itself, but it was their first, so
Glow-worm was determined to make the most of it.
Together, the three explorers went ashore and planted
a flag of conquest (the flag was basically a picture of Glow-
worm). The next thing to do was to explore, which given
that the island was so small was never going to be difficult
to achieve.
There was, however, one important discovery to be
made.
“Lunch!” said Freddy.
And so it was. It seemed that this bird nest in floating
out to sea had carried a small colony of flies with it, and
they were buzzing around dreamily in the sea breeze. Syd-
ney, who was feeling peckish, began to spin a quick web to
catch some.
“I can do better than that,” said Freddy. He stuck out
his tongue.
Now, when a frog sticks out its tongue it’s not a rude
gesture. Nor is it a delicate little licking of the lips. A
frog’s tongue is very, very long. Much longer than the frog
is tall, as a matter of fact. It is also sticky. When a frog
sticks its tongue out it is dinner time.
Freddy’s tongue shot out and caught a fly. Then he
reeled it in with a smug look on his face.

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 Meanwhile Sydney had finished his web. “Only one at
a time?” he said, looking at his friend. “Let me show you
the efficient way.”
Two flies managed to get stuck in Sydney’s web. In a
relaxed manner he sauntered up the web to eat them.
Glow-worm watched his crew fondly. “Shore leave,” he
thought to himself. “What a good idea.”
So Sydney and Freddy enjoyed a well earned meal,
while Glow-worm kept watch over the slowly disintegrat-
ing island (or rather, bird nest) that had been their first
port of call. But eventually it was time to go.
The animals returned to the good ship Glow-boat, Glow-
worm (of course) leading the way.
“Raise the anchor,” Glow-worm ordered.
Freddy ran to obey. He grabbed hold of the anchor
string and pulled with all his might.
Nothing happened.
Freddy pulled once more, straining his froggy-muscles
as much as he could.
Nothing continued to happen.
“It’s stuck,” said Freddy.
Sydney came over to help. His arms weren’t as strong
as Freddy’s, but on the other hand he had a lot more of
them, so his help should have made a difference. It didn’t.

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 Nothing happened just as much as it had before.
“I wonder what you’re doing wrong?” said Glow-worm.
He came over to help.
The combined strength of all three animals pulling on
the anchor string did make a difference. At last the anchor
started to move. However, it seemed to be a lot heavier
than it had been.
“Maybe it’s tangled up in something,” said Sydney.
“Let’s pull harder.”
So they did. They pulled, and they pulled, and now
the anchor really was moving. In fact, it was moving so
fast they didn’t need to pull it any more.
With a terrific splash, what should have been the an-
chor shot out of the water. But it wasn’t the anchor any
more; now it was an enormous fish (well, it seemed enor-
mous to the three little animals) with tremendously big,
sharp teeth. It was on the end of the anchor string, and it
was not happy. It flew through the air, and came crashing
down on the deck of the good ship Glow-boat. At once,
Glow-worm, Sydney and Freddy took cover, as the giant
monster thrashed about, trying to get free of the anchor
string and the boat. For a moment, Glow-worm was wor-
ried that the monster would shake the boat to pieces, and
at one point it looked as if the thrashing of its tail might

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even squash one of the crew. Fortunately, even Freddy was
sensible enough to keep out of its way.
Then, with one last heave of its vast, scaly body, the
great fish rolled off the deck and into the sea. A terrific
splash followed, which drenched all three explorers and
even washed out the cabin, so that Glow-worm’s sheets
and charts remained damp for several days. The explorers
sat stunned on the soggy deck, and thanked their lucky
stars that nothing worse had happened to them. Sydney
looked at Freddy. Freddy looked at Sydney. They both
looked at Glow-worm.

“Hm,” said Glow-worm, “maybe having an apple-core

as an anchor wasn’t such a good idea.”
They had survived their first encounter with the terrors
of the deep. The epic voyage could continue.

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Chapter 5

The Fishing Rod

The good ship Glow-boat sailed

on for many days. Always
Glow-worm looked ahead, star-
ing through his home-made tele-
scope. His enthusiasm for the
voyage was undiminished, but
Sydney and Freddy were start-
ing to get nervous.
Eventually, days turned into weeks, and the ship sailed
on through high seas and low, through storm and calm,
through terror and boredom and all the usual things you
find when you have an adventure on the high seas. Glow-
worm enjoyed it all, and even Sydney and Freddy managed
to take it in their stride. But there was a problem.
The supply of flies from their adventure on Freddisland
had long since run out, and neither Sydney nor Freddy
were designed for a diet of salad. It was tricky. Their one
hope was that soon Glow-worm would lead them to land
and the cheerful buzzing of flies.
Of course, with Freddy on look-out they were faced
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seen was a bird’s nest; so this was the sort of thing he was
looking out for. Thus it was that several perfectly good
and interesting islands were passed by: Glow-worm and
Sydney were asleep; Freddy judged these land masses as
far too big and scary to be of interest to them.
But eventually, a land mass appeared that was so vast
even Freddy had to pay attention to it. And, once again,
he was the only one who saw it.
As always, he was in his look-out spot at the top of the
crow’s nest staring out to sea and dreaming of blow-flies,
when suddenly there was a bump.
“What was that?” said Freddy to himself.
He grabbed his telescope (Glow-worm had made him a
telescope of his own more suited to his large, froggy eyes)
and squinted through it. He couldn’t see anything. And
this was odd, because just for once he was actually holding
the telescope the right way round.
“Oh well,” he said, “I must have imagined it.”
He turned round to make himself more comfortable,
and nearly jumped out of his skin at what he saw.
There, on the other side of the good ship Glow-boat,
was an entire world: miles and miles of it, consisting of
golden beach followed by thick forest. It ran all the way
along what Freddy now assumed to be the edge of the sea,
finally disappearing over the horizon. The ship had run
ashore somewhere — different.
Freddy mopped his brow with relief. “Oh, it’s just the
edge of the world. Good thing there’s another world right
next to it, or we would have fallen off.”
Then he had another thought. “I wonder if we have
to go around this world, too?” This made him a little
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 Then he had yet another thought. “I wonder if there
are. . . flies in this world?”
At this moment, Glow-worm and Sydney came on deck.
“What was that bump?” said Sydney. “Did we hit
something?”
Glow-worm stared at the amazing sight of land in huge
quantities. “Wow,” he said. Then he looked up at Freddy.
“Freddy, you’re on look out. Why didn’t you call us?”
“Oh, it’s not an island or anything,” said Freddy hap-
pily, “it’s just the end of the world.”
Sydney rolled his eyes.
Glow-worm helped Freddy down to the deck and ex-
plained. Slowly.
“Oh,” said Freddy. “So this is land. Now I get it.”
But there was still one important question to answer:
where were they? The animals went into the cabin to
consult the charts.
According to Glow-worm’s calculations they were in
the middle of the Sahara dessert. This didn’t seem right
to him, though, because of all the trees.
“Let me have a go,” said Sydney. Glow-worm had been
teaching him how to navigate, and he was getting quite
good at reading the maps.
Sydney came to the conclusion that they were in the
Himalayas.
“No,” said Glow-worm. “This land isn’t quite tall
enough.”
Eventually Glow-worm came to a decision. “This,” he
declared, “is the New World.”
Before long, the good ship Glow-boat washed up on
the shore. With the help of a friendly beaver, the ship was
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 “Thank you very much!” said Glow-worm.
“My pleasure,” said the toothy animal, and it disap-
peared into the trees.

The animals disembarked, planted the official Glow-

worm flag, and their leader made a quick speech.
“I claim this land in the name of, er, whatever the
other place was called. You know, the one we came from.
Thingy.”
“May someone or other bless it and all who sail on it,”
added Sydney.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow,” said Freddy, and saluted.

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 Plans for exploration of the New World needed to be
made, plus the good ship Glow-boat needed a new anchor.
The explorers wouldn’t always be able to rely on a beaver
to turn up when they needed help with the ship. Glow-
worm decided they should split up to search. If they were
very lucky, that way they would end up with three anchors.
So off they went.
Glow-worm and Sydney set off in opposite directions
along the shore, while Freddy began to explore the forest.
This turned out to be a little bit frightening. Because ev-
erything in this forest was really big. The trees (of course)
were big. This wasn’t that unusual — Freddy was a small
frog, so all trees seemed big to him. But these trees were
really big.
The grass was big too. The grass at home (probably
thanks to the sheep) was quite short. This grass wasn’t.
Very soon Freddy was surrounded by giant stems, and
couldn’t even see the ship any more. Then there were
the pebbles.
Freddy was used to pebbles. He was a frog, so he had
been born in a pond where there were lots of pebbles. But
these ones were huge. Twice normal size, in fact. Big.
It was hardly a surprise that Freddy started to feel
rather small.
But then he saw his first New World fly, and he cheered
up at once. It too was twice normal size.
Out popped a long froggy tongue, and the fly disap-
peared. Freddy chewed, swallowed and sighed. That was
nice. Now he was ready to conquer anything.
So it is with people and frogs that too much confidence
can be a dangerous thing. Freddy, poor thing, was about
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 As he walked along, quite full of himself, he suddenly
came across a stream. It looked very cool and inviting, and
Freddy hadn’t been for a swim (in fresh water anyway) for
ages. He hopped in and swam and swam. It was very nice,
and he went down nice and deep.
Suddenly, he saw a length of line dangling into the wa-
ter, and on the end of it was a large metal hook. The
perfect anchor! But first he would have to untie it from
the line.
At once the eager young frog swam over to it and set
to work. He held onto the hook and started fiddling with
the wire.
Of course, it is very hard for frogs to untie things, be-
cause they don’t have thumbs. Glow-worm could have
managed it, because he was very clever. Unfortunately,
Freddy was only very keen. The anchor remained thor-
oughly tied up.
“Hm,” thought Freddy. “What would Glow-worm do?”
At this moment he noticed a dark shadow creeping up
on him from the depths. It was a pike. A very big one.
And as it looked at Freddy it did the pike equivalent of
licking its lips.
“Eek!” said Freddy, and cleverly climbed up the line
out of the water. He was safe. Or was he?
Suddenly a shadow fell across him; a human shaped
shadow cast by a twice normal sized human boy wearing
a backwards baseball cap, a white T-shirt and very baggy
shorts. To the little frog he seemed terrifying.
The line Freddy had climbed up was attached to a fish-
ing rod, and the fishing rod was attached to this gigantic
human boy. Then the boy said something even more ter-
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 “Live Bait!”
“Eek!” said Freddy as he made a desperate attempt to
escape. He dashed back down the line into the safety of
the water. Then he remembered the pike.
As the great (and extremely nasty) fish jaws turned
towards him, Freddy ran back up the line to the safety of
the air. Then he remembered the boy.
As the great (and extremely pudgy) fist reached out
to grab him, Freddy dashed back down the line into the
safety of the water. Then he remembered the pike (again).
Back down the line Freddy ran. Then up. Then down
again — in fact this could have gone on forever, except
that Freddy couldn’t. He was getting tired. Pretty soon
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 Fortunately for Freddy, it turned out to be the boy that
finally caught him, and the boy was getting a bit tired of
fishing now, especially as his bait wouldn’t keep still.
In desperation, Freddy tried one last trick to scare the
boy away: he puffed himself up to twice his normal size.
“Cool!” said the boy. “I’m going to keep you.” And
he stuffed the inflated frog into his bait bucket.
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Chapter 6

Glow-worm and the

Scientist
While Freddy was having his
adventure with the fishing rod,
Glow-worm had an adventure
too. He had followed the shore
line until he came to a garden,
running down to the edge of the
beach. This garden was full of
vegetables and flowers, and lit-
tle apple trees.
Being a very thorough explorer, Glow-worm began ex-
amining the plants, and so engrossed was he that he didn’t
notice something creeping up behind him.
This something was very tall, very thin and wearing a
lab coat. It was a human scientist, every bit as focused as
Glow-worm himself. Unfortunately the thing this scientist
was focused on was Glow-worm himself!
Carefully the scientist crept up on Glow-worm, a but-
terfly net in one hand and a jam jar in the other.
Before the adventurous worm knew what was happen-
ing, he was scooped up in the net and whisked into the
jam jar. At first, Glow-worm was surprised, and a little

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dazed at the suddenness of his capture. Soon, though, he
became aware of his captor.
There was a huge face staring at him through the glass
of the jar; a huge, white haired, moustached and bespec-
tacled face. It looked puzzled.

“Amazing,” said the voice of the human scientist. “This

glow-worm has a glow visible in daylight. This is truly
wonderful! Also, it appears to be wearing a hat. I must
discover its secrets.”
Eagerly the giant scientist ran inside, with his treasured
prize.
The house in which the scientist lived was so extraor-
dinary that Glow-worm, looking around in wonder, forgot
to be afraid. It was clear that, in some respects at least,
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 “Wow,” he said to himself. “I must get myself some-
where like this. Smaller, of course.”
The place was vast, but single storey, and ramshackle.
Its high ceilings were lit by bare light bulbs covered in
cobwebs. And it was dark. Glow-worm quite liked the
dark, but this wasn’t why he liked this place so much.
Oh no. He liked it for the things it contained. And
there really were a lot of these.
Bookshelves, and thus books, were everywhere. The
floor was covered in interesting looking tomes, some tech-
nical, some not (some even with pictures!) And where
there was space between the books, there were scientific
instruments, retorts, test tubes, pipettes, micrometres and
all sorts of things. Glow-worm had tried to make minia-
ture versions of many of these things (usually out of twigs,
and not very successfully), so he was excited to see the real
thing.
The next hallway led to a room equally full of books
and glass instruments (and what looked like the remains
of a model train set), but in other respects it was not quite
so comforting. For in the centre of this room were several
sets of metal shelves, and arranged upon these shelves, in
individually labelled little jars, were dozens and dozens of
captive glow-worms.
Glow-worm was shocked. It was a glow-worm detention
centre. Worse, all these interesting books were too big to
fit in any of the jars, so the prisoners weren’t even able to
read.
With an enthusiastic flourish, the human scientist placed
Glow-worm’s jar on the very top of the central set of
shelves. He then pulled a tiny little light meter out of
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dial in wonder. “Extra-ordinary! Just like a little light
bulb!” he cried. “I must telephone Professor Crumb! He
will know what to do.”
For a moment the scientist gazed wistfully into the dis-
tance. “A chair at the Smithsonian. . . the Nobel prize. . . a
cover story in Celebrity Gossip Magazine. Anything is pos-
sible! Now, where is that telephone?”
Suddenly he was gone, rubbing his hands together and
dreaming of the reaction of the scientific world when they
discovered Glow-worm.

But Glow-worm, trapped in a jar on the top of a shelf,

was not happy. This human might have an interesting
library, but he was clearly no friend to glow-worms. He
was endangering the voyage and that, to Glow-worm’s way
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 Of course, he was not alone. There were others here,
other prisoners like himself. He called out.
“Hello! What’s going on here? Can anyone hear me?
How do I get out of here?”
Several voices answered, sleepily. “It’s not dinner time
yet, New-worm. Go back to sleep.”
Glow-worm peered as best he could out of the jar to see
what his companions looked like, but it was hard. They
were curled up in their own little worlds, and they were
clearly a dull lot, for even in the gloom of this room it was
only just possible to see their glows.
“Where am I?” Glow-worm called again.
The worm in the jar nearest to him raised a sleepy little
head, and scowled. “New-worm,” he said, “the rule in this
hotel is that everyone sleeps until dinner time.”
“Right,” said Glow-worm. “Then what?”
“Then we eat.”
“Right. Got it. Then what?”
“Then we go back to sleep.”
“Is that all?” said Glow-worm.
One of the other worms spoke up. “Pretty much. Un-
less the human wants to dissect one of us. Sometimes he
does that.”
Glow-worm was horrified. “And you don’t mind?”
Other worms were awake now, and listening to the con-
versation. A rather portly one, who filled his jam jar most
impressively, said: “I don’t mind. I’ve never been dis-
sected, of course, but it can’t be that much worse than go-
ing to sleep. Probably not as good as being fed, of course.”
“It’s a nice place,” said the worm who had spoken first.
“Regular meals; regular sleep times; only occasional dis-
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 This wouldn’t do at all. “I’m not being dissected,” said
Glow-worm, firmly. “And I’m not living a life of just eating
and sleeping.”
“What else is there?” said the portly worm.
“There’s escape, for one thing,” said Glow-worm.
“What’s that?” said several of the worms together.
“Watch,” said Glow-worm, “and learn.”
By now the scientist had found his telephone. It was a
particularly old one, with a ragged looking and thoroughly
tangled cord. The scientist rushed into the room with it,
dragging the cord behind him. In its journey through the
house the cord had collected a volume of Encyclopædia
Britannica, a glass retort and a stuffed iguana. The col-
lection came clattering into the room after him.
Placing the telephone onto the shelf beside Glow-worm,
the scientist searched his pockets for his notebook.
“Where is that telephone number?” he mumbled to
himself, then: “ah! That’s the one.”
Eagerly he dialled the number, hands trembling as he
did so, then listened for an answer. He fiddled with the
telephone cord, wrapping it around his fingers in a way
that looked very unhealthy.
“Hello,” cried the scientist. “Is that Professor Crumb!
Ah, excellent! I have discovered the most remarkable an-
imal, a glow-worm with a glow visible by day. A very
active little fellow, too. Found it crawling about my gar-
den. Most unlike usual glow-worms. Might even be a new
species.”
“Don’t forget to mention that it was wearing a hat!”
said Glow-worm.
Glow-worm was not the first animal ever to learn to
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this have never been able to make themselves heard by
humans. The humans just don’t listen. Glow-worm, how-
ever, had not merely learned how to read, write and speak
human, he had also learned how to project his voice. He
could have been, had he wished, a public speaker. He was
also an accomplished mimic and a first class ventriloquist.

“I wasn’t going to say anything about the hat,” said

the scientist, then he realised where the voice had come
from. He stared at Glow-worm, open mouthed.
“Go on then,” said Glow-worm. “Tell him it can talk,
too.”
The scientist’s open mouth opened wider.
“Oh all right,” said Glow-worm, “I’ll tell him.”
Glow-worm, imitating the scientist’s voice perfectly,
projected into the telephone: “It is also wearing a hat,

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and can talk. It appears to be extremely handsome and
dignified.”
Glow-worm couldn’t hear what the scientist’s colleague
had to say about this, but he could see the scientist turn
pale.
“No no,” said the scientist, “I didn’t say that. Really,
it wasn’t me.”
“No,” said Glow-worm in the scientist’s voice. “It was
the pink elephant. I forgot to mention this elephant before.
It’s got a hat too, but it can only speak with the aid of a
megaphone. It offered to do my laundry for me.”
The scientist was deathly white now, his Nobel prize
dreams dissolving around him. “I didn’t say that!” he
cried into the phone, almost in tears now. “There is no
pink elephant. It was the Glow-worm — it’s throwing its
voice. . . hello? Professor Crumb? Are you there?” There
was a clicking noise from the telephone. Professor Crumb
had clearly lost interest.
With a terrible wail, the scientist dropped the phone.
Then he stared at Glow-worm, first in wonder, then with
anger. “How,” he cried, “how is it possible?”
“It’s not,” said Glow-worm cheerfully. “You’re just go-
ing mad.”
This suggestion stunned the scientist. He looked hard
at Glow-worm. What the worm had said, or seemed to
have said, was dangerously close to being a logical expla-
nation. Not a very nice one for the scientist, mind you.
He looked hard at his own hands. Then he spun around,
and ran out of the room.
Very sensibly, he had decided to go and take his blood
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 Alone now, apart from the (rather complacent) other
specimens, Glow-worm turned his mind to escape. The
jam jar he was imprisoned in was far too solid for him
to break out of, but it was only sealed with a thin piece
of cloth and an elastic band. The same was true of the
other specimen jam jars. Probably this was to enable the
animals inside to be able to breathe without the scientist
(who didn’t seem to be a very practical chap) having to
drill holes in an actual jam jar lid. This gave Glow-worm
an idea.
He had always thought that, theoretically, if he could
concentrate really hard he could make his glow bigger and
stronger, and actually make it heat up. If he could make it
heat up enough, he might be able to burn his way through
the cloth seal.
Carefully he inched his way to the top of the jar, and
began some serious glowing. He glowed, and he glowed,
straining as hard as he could.
“Do you mind turning that light down?” called out the
portly worm, “some of us are trying to sleep.”
Glow-worm ignored him, and glowed all the harder.
Eventually, he began to smell a burning smell. Then a
little dark ring began to appear in the cloth just above his
glow. The plan was working!
One last strain of his glow-muscles, and a hole began
to appear. At last, the hole was big enough for him to pass
through. Glow-worm sighed with relief, relaxed his glow
down to normal levels and crawled out.
“What under earth do you think you’re doing?” cried
the portly worm, who had been watching Glow-worm sus-
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 “I’m off,” said Glow-worm. “Would you and your friends
like to come too?”
“Are you offering to feed us?” asked the portly worm.
Several of the other worms had woken up now, and were
listening to the conversation in a vague, dreamy sort of
way.
“No,” said Glow-worm. “Any food you’ll have to find
yourself.”
“What about sleep?” said one of the other worms.
“Would we get some sleep?”
“Well,” said Glow-worm. “You’d get some — but the
thing with adventures is you can never guarantee these
things.”
“Can we take our jars with us?” asked another worm.
This was starting to seem a bit silly to Glow-worm.
“Of course not,” he said. “Now, do you want to come or
not?”
“No jars?” said the portly worm. “Finding our own
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want to go with you?”
“Well,” said Glow-worm, “you won’t be dissected, for
one thing.”
“So?” said the portly worm. “That’s still better than
anything you have to offer.”
“Mad,” thought Glow-worm.
“All right,” he said, “I’ll leave you here. I’m going to
sail around the world.”
“Mad,” thought the other worms, then they went back
to sleep.
Carefully, Glow-worm made his escape, inching across
the room as quickly as he could. Suddenly the door opened,
and there before him was. . . the scientist!
“You’re out of your jar!” he cried. “How is that possi-
ble?”
“It’s just your imagination,” said Glow-worm, still hop-
ing to bluff it out.
But the scientist didn’t look puzzled any more. He
looked angry.
“I don’t think you’re a figment of my imagination,”
he said. “But I’m going to find out what you are.” He
reached down and grabbed the escaping explorer. “Time,”
said the scientist, “to do some dissecting,” and he thrust
Glow-worm deep into his trouser pocket.
This didn’t suit Glow-worm’s plans at all, but at least
he now knew what to do. If his glow could burn its way
out of a jam jar, it could burn its way out of a scientist’s
trouser pocket. He concentrated, he strained, he heaved
and he glowed. Before long there was a distinct smell of
something burning.
“Odd,” said the scientist, “I must have left the toaster
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 Glow-worm concentrated harder. The scientist’s pocket
began to smoke.
This time the scientist said: “Ow,” then he said: “my
trousers are burning!”
As Glow-worm plopped out of the hole he had made in
the pocket, he saw the giant scientist running off in search
of water, a thin stream of smoke coming from under his
lab coat.
“Bye,” said Glow-worm, being just a little bit cheeky,
then he crawled off to find his way out, and back to the
good ship Glow-boat.

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Chapter 7

Carl
While Freddy was being
menaced by a giant fishing-
boy, and Glow-worm was ru-
ining the career of (and es-
caping from) a sinister scien-
tist, Sydney had an adven-
ture too. His was perhaps
less dangerous than the other
adventures, but no less in-
teresting for that. And, as
it turned out, this adventure
was very important to the
voyage as a whole.
It happened like this. Sydney crawled on, looking for
an anchor or information (or both), when he started to feel
a bit peckish. One or two nice, fat, juicy flies would make
him happy. But first he had to spin a web.
The best webs, as it happens, are in bushes. Lots of flies
fly past bushes, and a hungry young spider, like Sydney,
loves nothing so much as a nice thick bush (to attract the
flies), with a couple of bare twigs or branches sticking out
(to spin a web between). So when he saw a very bushy
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branches sticking out in front, he felt very pleased with
himself.
Now, if Sydney had known a bit more about the coun-
try he was in, he might have been a little suspicious of a
big, orange bush, with leaves that looked a lot like hair,
and two branches that looked a lot like horns. But every-
thing in this new world was strange to him, and it never
occurred to him that this was anything other than a bush.
So he began to spin his web.
It wasn’t a particularly good web (Sydney was a lit-
tle out of practice), but it was good enough. The local
flies, Sydney knew, didn’t stand a chance. As soon as
they drifted towards the bush, they would be caught in his
snare, and soon after that dinner would be served.
Time to wait. The next question was, should he wait
on the web (and possibly frighten the fly off) or wait in
the bush (and risk giving the fly a chance to escape before
he could get to it). It was a tough decision. In the end,
Sydney decided on the bush.
So Sydney sat in the bush, and waited. Then he waited
some more. Then he yawned, and waited a bit more. Then,
of course, he fell asleep.
It was the delicate vibrating of the bush that finally
woke him up. He looked, and saw that a fly had indeed
been caught in his web. But what had made the bush
vibrate?
“Oi,” said the bush. “Wee creepy-crawly. I think
you’ve caught one. Now, you can get this sticky muck
off my face and clear off.”
Sydney jumped. It was a talking bush! Surely that was
impossible? Had he been Freddy, he would have simply
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and gone about his day. If he had been Glow-worm he
would have been excited about discovering a mystery to
solve.
But being Sydney, he just became very frightened.
“Aargh,” he said. “Er, sorry. . . I didn’t mean any of-
fence, er, honestly. I’ll go. I’ll take my little snack, clear
up my web and go. Please don’t be angry, there’s a nice
bush.”
The bush laughed. “That’s a new one,” it said. “Bush?
Do you think I’m a bush then, wee creepy-crawly?”
This puzzled the spider. “You mean you’re not?”
“Och no. I’m a coo. I’m a muckle coo.”
Sydney was not completely satisfied with this explana-
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 The bush sighed. “It’s the accent, isn’t it? Look, I
don’t usually talk to creepy-crawlies, a coo has his dignity,
after all, but I’ll tell you my life story if you’ll clear this
muck off my face. What do you say?”
This seemed reasonable to Sydney. So he started clean-
ing up his web (after putting the fly somewhere safe for
later). As he cleaned, he started to notice some interest-
ing things about the bush.
Firstly, what had looked like twigs before now looked
rather like horns: big, long horns.
Secondly, what he had taken to be hairy looking leaves
were in fact hairs.
Thirdly, this bush (if that is what it was) had legs.
It wasn’t a bush at all. It was a bull. A very big, very
hairy orange bull.
When it said coo what it meant was cow.
“You’re a cow!” he said. “You’re a big cow!”
“Aye,” said the big cow. “That’s what I said. I’m a
muckle coo. From Scotland”
Scotland? Sydney didn’t have a brilliant grasp of ge-
ography, but this sounded wrong to him.
“But what are you doing here?” said Sydney.
The hairy bull snorted. “I was about to tell you. Now,
do you want to hear my life story or don’t you?”
“Yes please.”
“Then shut up,” said the hairy bull. “Now then. I was
born a long way from here, way across the big sea in the
highlands of the bonny land of Scotland. Where I come
from, all coos are big, bushy if you like, and proud. And
we do, I grant you, look a bit different to the coos in other
places, them being funny little short haired, short horned,
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coos are different. And being different was the problem.”
“Why was it a problem?”
“I was coming to that, wee creepy crawly. My herd
belonged to a human who was a bit strapped for cash.
Cash is something humans seem to like getting their hands
on, a bit like food is to us except that it tastes awful. So
when this other human came along and offered to buy us
all, he agreed. The other human bought us all, me, my
brothers and sisters, all my wives and shipped us out to
this enormous great place. Seems he wanted to make a
film.”
“A. . . what?” said Sydney.
“Human pictures that move. Bit ignorant, aren’t you
wee creepy-crawly? Aye, moving pictures. Seems he wanted
to include us in his film. Said we’d be playing the parts
of buffalo in a film about the Wild West. Seems we were
cheaper than the real thing, and he was the kind of human
known as a cheap-skate.”
“A buffalo?”
“Aye. Humans round here keep calling me a buffalo
because they think I’m a bison.”
Sydney was puzzled. “Then why don’t they call you a
bison?”
“No idea. Anyway, here I was, with my whole family,
trapped in this place where the grass is all brown and un-
pleasant, not like the tasty green stuff we have at home.
We started filming, and basically we didn’t have much to
do except stand around or be chased by humans on horses.
I don’t know what that was all about, but at least the
horses seemed to be having a good time. Eventually the
humans finished nearly the whole film, except for one bit
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home, and I wasn’t.”
“That’s a bit rough,” said Sydney.
“It certainly is, my wee creepy-crawly friend. I had one
scene to do: a death scene. I’m not a bad actor, if I do say
so myself, but it’s not really what I want to do with my
life. I’m more for the quiet, retired, ruminant existence, if
you know what I mean.”
Sydney didn’t, but he nodded thoughtfully anyway, so
as not to give offence.

“Anyway,” said the bull, “film over, what do you sup-

pose happened next?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Not a thing. They stuck me in a barn with
a few bails of hay, and expected me to hang around just
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 Sydney was shocked. “That’s a bit rude,” he said.
The bull snorted. “You’re telling me. Too rude. So I
said to myself, nuts to this, I’m off, and I left. Broke out,
headed for the coast.”
“You’re trying to get home?”
“I am. There’s supposed to be a herd of my kind up
North somewhere, but home is where I really want to go.”
“Across the ocean?”
“Aye, well, when I figure out how. That’s the plan,
anyway.” The bull sighed deeply. “Not working too well
at the moment, though.”
This bull was obviously upset. Plus he was a traveller.
He made Sydney think, and what Sydney thought was
Glow-worm.
“I’ve crossed the ocean,” said Sydney.
“Oh aye?” said the bull. “Came on a human ship, did
you?”
“No no,” said Sydney, as casually as he could. “I’m a
crew member on an animal ship. The captain is a glow
worm, and we’re sailing around the world.”
The bull looked surprised, as well he might, even under
all his hair. “Wee creepy crawlies like you? Sailing round
the world? By yourselves?”
“I know it sounds odd. I thought it was impossible
myself, at first. But we’ve come a long way. Glow-worm,
that’s our captain, well, he’s a bit eccentric. But he’s
clever. He’s very clever. He might be able to help you.”
“Are you saying I can come with you?” said the bull.
Sydney wasn’t, of course. The bull was, not to put to
fine a point on it, rather too large for the good ship Glow-
boat (unless he’d wanted to eat it). But Sydney felt sorry
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I’d have to check with Glow-worm first, of course.”
“Right,” said the bull, cheerfully, “let’s do it then.”
So off they went, Sydney hanging from the bull’s horn
and telling him which way to go.
“My name’s Sydney, by the way,” said Sydney.
“Oh aye? I have a name too. I’m Carl, Carl the Coo.”
Thus it was that Carl the highland cow came, more or
less, to join Glow-worm’s crew. Before they reached the
good ship Glow-boat, however, they had one more little
adventure.
As they made their way through the trees they heard
the sound of something large (although not as large as
Carl) crashing through the bushes.
“Sounds like a human chasing something,” said Carl.
Sydney, who hadn’t a clue what it sounded like, said
nothing. He was, however, quite surprised at what he saw
next.
It was Freddy, running and hopping along for dear life,
with a human sized fishing hook over one shoulder and a
human sized human running after him.
“Odd,” said Carl, “humans don’t usually chase frogs.
Funny looking frog too. Very green.”
“He’s a friend of mine!” cried Sydney. “We must save
him!”
Carl shrugged his enormous hairy shoulders. “Okay,”
he said, and he put down his head and bellowed.
The human sized human chasing Freddy was, of course,
the fishing boy. If you remember, the fishing boy had
caught Freddy and stuffed him into his bait bucket. In the
bait bucket were all the fishing boy’s spare fishing hooks.
They were exactly the sort of things Freddy needed to use
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 Back in his pre-world travelling days, Freddy would
have been too terrified to think by this stage. But now,
after associating with Glow-worm, he was too terrified to
do anything else. So he thought and he thought and he
thought, and as soon as the fishing boy opened the bucket
to take a look at his prize Freddy grabbed a hook, leaped
out and ran for his life.
“Hey, live bait,” called the angry fishing boy, “come
back!”
The boy was a very big boy, and Freddy was a very
small frog. Normally Freddy, an expert hopper, could have
outrun the human and escaped easily. But carrying the
heavy hook he was a lot slower than usual.
It was just as the boy was about to catch him again
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suddenly turned into a giant monster and roared at the
boy. Even stranger, from on top of the monster came a
familiar voice.
“Freddy, up here, quick!” It was Sydney.
Freddy stopped in surprise. “What are you doing on
top of a bush-monster?”
“He’s not a bush monster, he’s a bull.”
“Oh, I see. What are you doing on top of a bull?”
“Stop asking silly questions, and hop up here. His
name’s Carl, and he’s our friend.”
So Freddy hopped. He didn’t know how Sydney had
come to acquire this strange new acquaintance, but when
you are being pursued by an angry fishing boy (who wants
to use you as live bait) having a giant, hairy, horned friend
who can roar like a monster is a good thing.
The fishing boy stopped chasing Freddy and stared in
horror at Carl!
“Aargh!” he cried. “It’s a buffalo!” and he turned tail
and ran. He crashed through bushes, splashed through the
stream and disappeared into the trees.
“Hello,” said Freddy. “I’m Freddy.”
“Hello,” said Carl, “I’m Carl.”
“Why did he call you a buffalo?” asked Freddy.
“Because he thinks I’m a bison,” said Carl.
“Oh,” said Freddy. “That makes sense.”
“Does it?” said Sydney.
United at last, the two small animals told each other
of their adventures, and Carl told his life story again (for
Freddy’s benefit).
When they had all finished, Freddy said: “I wonder
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 “Let’s find out,” said Sydney, and with their giant new
friend to protect them the animals made their way back
through the trees, down towards the beach and to the good
ship Glow-boat.
The captain himself had just arrived.
“Hello there,” said Glow-worm, gazing in admiration
up at Carl. “You’re a highland cow, aren’t you?”
“I am that,” said Carl, “most animals round here don’t
know that. You are a clever wee beasty, aren’t you?”
“I have my moments,” said Glow-worm, modestly.
And so the animals introduced each other, and Carl
was formally sworn in as a member of the crew. After this
Carl mentioned something that had been bothering him.
“Your wee boat,” he said, glancing suspiciously down
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his foot, in which his new friends planned to complete their
voyage. “Well, your wee boat is a wee bit, well, a wee bit
wee, isn’t it? Will it do?”
“Yes,” said Glow-worm, “but don’t worry. Thanks to
Freddy we have an anchor again.”
“It’s not that,” said Carl, “it’s more that I think it
might be a little small for me. How am I going to come
with you?”
“Don’t worry,” said Glow-worm cheerfully, “I’ll think
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Chapter 8

Over-land
The next morning the an-
imals woke up bright and
early. Carl had found a warm
spot to sleep near some tasty
bushes — not as tasty as the
yummy green grass of home,
but not bad all the same.
Sydney and Freddy had slept
poorly; Sydney was worried
about how they were going to
take Carl with them on board
the good ship Glow-boat;
Freddy was having nightmares about enormous fish and
even more enormous fishing-boys. Glow-worm slept like a
log.
When he awoke, his first task was to check on his crew.
“Everyone here?” he said. “All present and correct?
Jolly good. Let’s go then!”
Sydney was still rubbing the sleep out of one of his
pairs of eyes, and Freddy was trembling slightly.
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 “Aye,” said Carl, “what about me? How’re you going
to include me in your voyage?”
“By thinking laterally, or rather, upside down.”
“Oh,” said Freddy. “I see.” Then he added: “What
does that mean?”
Glow-worm unpacked his favourite chart, and started
studying it. “Simply this,” he said. “We can travel over
land for a little while. That way, instead of Carl having to
get on board Glow-boat, Glow-boat can get on board Carl.”
The other animals looked at each other. Then they all
looked at Carl. Carl looked at Glow-worm.
“Aye,” he said. “I suppose that could work. What do
we do after that?”
“Think of something else!” declared Glow-worm with
good cheer. “I’m always full of good ideas.”
Carl nodded, but he still looked a bit dubious.
“Alright, mighty land cruising non-bison,” said Glow-
worm, with gravity. “Pick up the good ship Glow-boat,
and let us begin the next stage of our journey!”
Carl shrugged his enormous shoulders. “Okay,” he said,
“why not?” Then, with a mighty heave of his great horns
he tossed the little ship onto the top of his head. “Which
way, captain?” he asked.
“Inland,” said Glow-worm. “In the direction of the
rising sun.”
So that was what they did.
With the good ship Glow-boat mounted on the head of
huge, hairy, horned Carl there was little danger from other
animals. The main problem was humans. Faced with one
or two, the animals had nothing to fear — one or two
humans would simply run away. But lots of humans might
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 So Glow-worm, Sydney, Freddy and their fake buffalo
made their way through quiet, unfrequented pathways un-
til they passed out of the trees and into the open plains.
Sleeping under the stars they refreshed themselves until it
was time to walk on.
From the plains they passed into the desert, which was
not so much fun. Carl suffered from lack of grass, and they
all suffered from lack of water.
After many weeks of travelling, they paused to admire
a vast canyon the likes of which even Glow-worm had not
imagined.
“That is awe-inspiring,” said Glow-worm, who was awe-
inspired.
“Wow,” said Sydney.
“Ooh er,” said Freddy.
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 They moved on, and again water (and grass) became
plentiful, much to the relief of everyone. On they travelled,
through the hills and the mountains, into cool new forests
and towards the coast once more. Here they hit a problem.
“You think we should avoid people, don’t you?” said
Carl.
“Yes,” said Glow-worm. “I think that would be best.”
“And what do you call that?”
“It’s a city,” said Glow-worm. “A huge city. A mas-
sive city. It stretches from horizon to horizon, and it lies
between us and the coast.”
“So it’s a problem,” said Sydney. “It’s an impossible
problem.”
“Not at all,” said Glow-worm. “It is a challenge.”
The city was still some distance away, but already it
was becoming hard to hide Carl — there just weren’t
enough trees or bushes anywhere. As they got close to
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 “Let’s find somewhere to hide,” said Glow-worm, and
we can have a rest and a think.”
“How’re we going to get past the city?” said Sydney.
“That’s one of the things we’re going to think about,”
said Glow-worm.
“And if we do get past, how’re we going to find the
harbour?” said Sydney.
“That’s another of the things we’re going to think about,”
said Glow-worm.
“And if we do find the harbour, how’re we going to get
Carl across the ocean?”
“That too is something we’re going to have to think
about,” said Glow-worm. “Actually, we might have to
have a really big think. If you need me, I shall be in the
cabin. Thinking.”
As it turned out, thinking wasn’t necessary after all.
While they were resting and thinking Freddy (who was
really only capable of resting) fell asleep and Carl (who
was very tired after walking for hundreds and hundreds
of miles with a boat on his head) fell asleep too. Sydney
stayed awake to think about all their problems, but in the
end had to give up. He couldn’t think of any solutions, so
he fell asleep too.
In the little cabin, curled up in bed, Glow-worm too
was asleep. He did a lot of thinking while he was asleep.
Something would come to him, he was sure of that.
And something did come to him. It wasn’t the idea he
was expecting. It was a thing. It was several things, in
fact. Several human things.
He woke to feel Sydney shaking him. The spider looked
worried.
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 “I think we’ve been spotted,” said Sydney.

“What makes you think that?” said Glow-worm.

Sydney showed him.
Surrounding Carl, who was still sitting nervously be-
hind a small bush with the good ship Glow-boat on his
head, were people. Lots of people.
Some of the people had cameras (some of the camera’s
had the letters TV written on them); some of the people
were wearing uniforms with the words City Zoo printed on
them, and these people had big nets. Some of the peo-
ple (and this made even Glow-worm a bit nervous) were
carrying guns.
“Whoops,” said Glow-worm. “I think we overslept.”
They were also surrounded by cars and small trucks.
Glow-worm had thought the bush they were hiding behind
was far enough from the road for them not to be seen. He
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 Someone, driving along, had spotted them, and stop-
ped. He had phoned someone else, who had come along to
see too. Meanwhile another person driving along had seen
them, stopped and phoned someone else. While this was
happening yet another person had phoned the police, who
had phoned the zoo.
A few people seemed to have phoned the television
companies and the newspapers as well.
This whole process would seem to have repeated itself
several times, for now, looking down from his boat on top
of a cow, Glow-worm could see a veritable ocean of people.
There were big people and small people, girl people and
boy people, old people and young people, official people
and unofficial people, police people and zoo people, armed
people and scared people.
All the people with cameras were taking photographs.
All the television news people were making films of them-
selves. The people with nets and zoo uniforms were edging
closer, and the people with guns were trembling slightly.
“Look!” cried a voice in the crowd, “I think the buf-
falo’s seen us.”
“Nobody move!” shouted the chief zoo-person, and
everyone with a gun moved.
A dozen or more gun barrels were now pointing at
Carl’s head and the good ship Glow-boat.
“Right,” said Glow-worm. “Here’s the plan: run for
it!”
So Carl ran. He put his head down, bellowed for effect,
and ran as fast as his hairy legs could carry him.
Several hundred people screamed, and tried to get out
of the charging bull’s way. Several guns fired simultane-
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people were severely embarrassed (which was not).
“Which way?” panted Carl.
“Follow the road!” said Glow-worm. “Head for the
buildings.”
“Why?” said Carl.
“Why not?” said Glow-worm.
And so Carl the highland cow, still with a boat on his
head (containing three passengers) bolted down the free-
way towards the vast buildings of the great human city.
Around him vans and cars and buses (and one very sur-
prised looking cyclist) swerved to avoid the mighty horns.
With no time to read the road signs (or to make sure he
was on the right side of the road) the mighty bovine gal-
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 Car horns bellowed, tyres and brakes squealed and po-
lice sirens blared. There was a whole convoy of irate and
angry humans following by now, and for every car Carl
caused to swerve off the road or bump into another car
the convoy got longer. No-one was having any fun, ex-
cept possibly Glow-worm who stared in fascination at all
the wonders around them. All the humans were shouting
(or even screaming), and even the ones who weren’t angry
looked scared enough to be dangerous.
Close behind came a van from the zoo, with two net-
wielding humans hanging precariously from its side.
“Drive it towards the harbour!” one of them cried.
“Good idea,” said Glow-worm to Carl, “let them drive
us towards the harbour.”
Carl wondered briefly why the humans wanted to drive
him to the harbour, but there was no time to worry about
it, so he did as he was told and ran on.
Past news stands and shop fronts, under the shadows
of skyscrapers, past the museum and through the financial
districts Carl ran, becoming more and more tired as he
did so. All the time he tried to work out which way the
humans wanted him to go, so that he could go that way
without them having to do anything to him.
As he and his passengers ran through a park in which
there was an enormous fountain and lots of beautiful, shady
trees, Carl heard Glow-worm say: “what a pity we can’t
stop to explore.”
But of course, they couldn’t, so Carl ran on.
They passed a tour bus pulling up outside a department
store. All the human tourists leaped from the bus, took
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 Suddenly they were within sight of water, and heading
down to the harbour. There was a reception committee
of armed policemen and news photographers waiting for
them.
“What now?” said Carl.
Glow-worm thought. “If we were human, I’d say we
should put our hands up.”
“No hands,” said Carl. “Any other ideas?”
But no ideas were forthcoming, so the animals waited.
The sun shone on the glimmering water of the harbour,
and boats of many shapes and sizes bobbed up and down
before the buildings. Strangely, Glow-worm felt as if the
water was calling him. He was anxious to be off.
“I have a plan,” said Carl. “I’ll try to toss your wee
boat into the harbour, then I’ll distract the humans while
you slip away. That way you can get on with your voyage.”
“But what about you?” said Sydney.
“Och, I’ll be all right. The worst they can do is put me
in another film. I can live with that.”
“But we were going to take you with us!” said Sydney.
“Aye, well, that was never really going to happen, was
it?”
Meanwhile Glow-worm was scanning the harbour. Some-
thing had attracted his attention. There was a particu-
larly interesting boat, a boat with a particularly interest-
ing smell and particularly interesting letters on its side.
“Can anyone other than me read what it says on the
side of that ship?” asked Glow-worm.
Freddy had been trying to learn to read, one alphabet
letter at a time. So far he had got as far as A is for Apple.
“Er,” said Freddy. “Does it say Apple?”
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 “Er, does it say some other sort of fruit?”
“No.”
“Er. . . ” said Freddy.

Sydney interrupted. “Why doesn’t Glow-worm tell us

what it says, since he obviously wants to?”
“It says,” said Glow-worm, “Taronga Zoo; that’s in
Sydney, Australia.”
“Oh aye,” said Carl. “Is that good?”
“I think,” said Glow-worm, “that you should edge slowly
towards it. Slowly, mind you. We don’t want the humans
to get nervous and shoot you. I think the two zoo humans
with the net came from that ship. I wonder if they’ve got
any friends on board?”

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 It wasn’t at all clear to Glow-worm’s colleagues what
his plan was, but they did as he said anyway. Carl edged
slowly towards the boat. The crowd of humans stirred.
“Stop that buffalo!” shouted one of the policemen.
“No no,” said one of the zoo humans (the shorter, fatter
one), “that’s actually the way we want it to go. Try to
drive it on-board.”
Unfortunately the humans were nervous. Fortunately
though, they were not nervous enough to shoot, at least
not quite. The two zoo humans and the braver of the
policemen crept towards Carl, holding their nets and guns
out in front of them. Carl walked slowly away from them,
in the direction of the zoo ship.
This ship was quite large, with a big deck. The deck
was very deep, however, and there were crates on board.
There was one very small cabin, and towards this Glow-
worm cast his eye.
Carefully, the adventurous worm threw his highly trained
voice in the direction of the ship, saying, with a perfect
New World accent: “Come ashore and help us for a minute,
please,” he said.
The two zoo humans with the nets looked at each other.
“Who said that?” said the short fat one.
“You did,” said the tall thin one.
“Did I?”
The third zoohuman appeared from inside the cabin of
the boat, net in hand. He was older than the other two,
with thick glasses and slightly scraggly grey hair. He ran
down the gang plank towards them, squinting a bit.
Glow-worm threw his voice again. “Good work,” he
said, sounding exactly like the short, fat zoo human. “Help
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 The new zoo human squinted at his colleagues. “Are
you sure about that?” he shouted.
“What?” said the first two zoo humans.
“Yes!” said Glow-worm.
The new zoo human shrugged his shoulders. “Okay,”
he said. He came towards Carl tentatively, holding his net
out protectively in front of him. But he need not have
worried. Carl was surprisingly easy to drive on board.
“Quick,” said Glow-worm, “untie the boat and cast
off!”
“Shouldn’t there be someone on board?” said the zoo
human.
“I’m on board!” said Glow-worm.
So the zoo human shrugged his shoulders again, and
untied the boat.
At once the engines started, and the ship pulled away
from the harbour.
On the shore the three zoo humans stared at each other,
then at the departing zoo boat.
“Who’s driving the boat?” said the short, fat zoo hu-
man.
“You are,” said the old zoo human. “Aren’t you?”
“How could I be driving the boat if I’m right here?”
This was a good question. At once, the three zoo hu-
mans ran around in helpless circles. The Chief of Police
approached them.
“Well done, men. Thank you for saving us from the
mad buffalo. Excellent work.”
As the Chief of Police walked away to address the crowd
of spectators, the tall thin zoo human hissed in his col-
league’s ear. “What about the boat? We’ve lost the boat!
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 The short fat zoo human scowled at him. “Then let’s
hope nobody notices. Come on. Let’s get to the zoo. I
need a coffee.”
And so, the good ship Glow-boat, mounted on a cow
riding on a stolen zoo boat, sailed away from the New
World. On board, Carl, Sydney and Freddy were jubilant.
“Well done, Glow-worm!” said Sydney.
“I knew you could do it!” said Freddy.
“Aye, very impressive,” said Carl. “You certainly are
a clever wee beasty.”
“Thank you all very much,” said Glow-worm. “Just
one question: who actually is driving the boat?”
The animals looked at each other. They looked at the
cabin. They looked at each other again.
“We’d better investigate,” said Glow-worm.
“Well don’t look at me,” said Carl. “I can’t get into
that wee cabin.”
Carefully Carl put the good ship Glow-boat onto the
deck, and Glow-worm disembarked.
“Right,” he said, “I’ll just go and explore. Anyone
want to come too?”
Sydney and Freddy looked at each other. “Is it safe?”
said Freddy.
“No idea,” said Glow-worm, cheerfully. “That’s part
of the fun!”
“I’ll come,” said Sydney, reluctantly.
“I’ll stay here,” said Freddy, “to, er, look after Carl.”
Carl gave him a look.
“Right,” said Glow-worm, “let’s go and meet the pilot.”
He crawled off, through the open door of the cabin.
Pausing briefly to count his legs (just in case) Sydney
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 There were really only two rooms inside the cabin, and
one of them was the wheel room. The door to this room
was tightly closed. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the gap
at the bottom of the door was easily big enough for the two
small animals to crawl through. Once again, Glow-worm
led the way. Once again, Sydney counted his legs before
following.
They passed under the door, and there an extra-ordinary
sight met their eyes.
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 It was a kangaroo. It was a tall, cheerful looking grey
kangaroo.
“Name’s Skipper,” said the kangaroo. “Saw your ad-
ventures on the dock. Fancy a lift?”
Glow-worm was impressed. An animal after his own
heart. With Sydney’s help he swung up onto the ship’s
wheel, so he could look Skipper in the eye.
“Hello,” said Glow-worm. “I’m Glow-worm, and this
is Sydney. Interesting to see a kangaroo driving a human
boat. From what I’ve read, that’s quite unusual.”
“Not the humans’ idea,” said the kangaroo. “I’ve been
locked up in this ship for ages; they’ve been taking me
to their local zoo. I was planning a prison break anyway,
then I was going to take over the boat and steer it back
to Australia. You blokes gave me the perfect diversion.
Cheers for that, by the way.”
“But how do you know how to drive a boat?” Sydney
asked.
“Kangaroo dreams,” said Skipper. “Cool, isn’t it?”
“Australia,” said Glow-worm, thoughtfully. “That’s
roughly the right direction. Can we come with you? We’re
going around the world.”
“Feel free,” said Skipper. “I’d appreciate the com-
pany.”
“Jolly good,” said Glow-worm. “Come on deck, and
meet the others.”
And so Glow-worm’s crew expanded once more — he
now had a spider, a frog, a highland cow, a kangaroo and
two ships (one pre-loved). As the new ship, now to be
known as Glow-boat II, sailed away from the New World,
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 It was a statue. A giant statue of a woman, holding
something aloft. The statue was standing on an island,
and since it was growing dark as Glow-boat II sailed past,
the animals were able to see the giant statue light up. The
thing she was holding up in the sky began to glow.
“Good grief!” said Glow-worm, suddenly. “She’s hold-
ing a Glow-worm!”
“That’s odd,” said Freddy, “isn’t it?”
“No,” said Glow-worm. “It is a sign. We have been
given a sign. It proves we’re going to be successful.”
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Chapter 9

The Mysterious
Magician
The good ship Glow-boat II
sailed on across the eastern
sea, its crew, for the most
part, content. Carl and Skip-
per were perfectly happy, as
long as they had food to
munch on, and fortunately
there was a lot of that on
board. Glow-worm was a little concerned that using a
human boat they had simply borrowed was cheating. He
thought that perhaps they should re-launch the original
Glow-boat and have the two ships sailing as separate ven-
tures. But nobody agreed with him.
Only Freddy was really unhappy. In fact, he was feeling
rather left out. Wasn’t he the hero who had found the
ship its new anchor? Yet this act of heroism had hardly
been mentioned. Of course, they hadn’t needed the anchor
since, but that was hardly the point.
Freddy had once been Sydney’s best friend. Yet now
Sydney seemed to spend most of his time talking to Carl,
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pal.
As for Glow-worm, he spent his time studying charts
and checking the position of the Sun, none of which made
any sense to Freddy.
So Freddy felt a little lonely, and lonely frogs are sad
frogs.
Meanwhile Glow-worm declared that they had reached
a part of the world known as The Mystic East. He also
declared that they should probably try to find land, as
they were nearly out of food.
The problem was Carl. Even more than Skipper, Carl
had a big appetite. Plus, he had two stomachs to support
(he was very proud of that fact). So what had seemed like
a lot of food when they first borrowed Glow-boat II was
now diminishing rapidly. The crisis came at breakfast time
several weeks after the animals had left the New World.
“Feeling a wee bit peckish this morning,” said Carl to
Sydney (who was in charge of the food). “Fancy some
hay.”
“Ah,” said Sydney, nervously. “Do you?”
“Aye. Lucerne please. That’s my favourite.”
“Er, sorry. No Lucerne left.”
“Okay then. Orchard-grass please.”
“No, sorry. Out of stock.”
“Timothy?”
“Um, well. . . ”
“Och man, what have you got?”
Sydney looked a bit embarrassed for a moment. “Straw?”
“Straw? Yuck. Oh well, better than nothing. Straw
please.”
So Sydney gave him straw for his breakfast. In fact he
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 Carl was shocked. “More please.”
“Sorry. That’s it.”
“Oh. . . ” said Carl, suddenly very nervous.
“Good morning mates,” said Skipper, bounding up to
Sydney. “Where’s my morning straw?”
“Er,” said Sydney. “It’s in Carl.”

This presented a problem. Very soon, both of Carl’s

stomachs were rumbling. Glow-worm summarised the prob-
lem as briefly as he could.
“Carl is a ruminant,” he said. “Which means he needs
to eat nearly all the time to survive.”
“So,” said Sydney, “from Carl’s point of view, running
out of food is a very bad thing.”
“Absolutely,” said Glow-worm.
“I’m hungry too,” said Skipper. “Carl ate my break-
fast!”
“I’m sure you are,” said Glow-worm. “But you can
survive for a few days without breakfast; Carl can’t.”
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 “What? Eat flies?” said Carl. “You are a stupid wee
beastie, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” said Skipper. “Get real.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Sydney.
“Freddy,” said Glow-worm, “both Carl and Skipper are
herbivores. They can’t eat insects.”
From that point Freddy, who had only been trying to
help, kept quiet.
“We must find land, and we must find it quickly,” said
Glow-worm. “According to the charts, there are no islands
for hundreds of miles.”
“Oh great,” said Carl, over the sound of his rumbling
stomachs.
“But,” said Glow-worm, “according to ancient and un-
reliable legends of the Ottoman Empire, there are Mysteri-
ous and Dangerous islands in these parts, homes to Genies
and other magical beings.”
“Hang on,” said Sydney, “that’s all nonsense, surely?”
“Oh yes, probably,” said Glow-worm, cheerfully, “But
beggars can’t be choosers. So we either give up now, and
bid farewell to our friends Carl and Skipper, or we set sail
for the Islands of Legend. No choice really, is there?”
So the intrepid Glow-worm and his crew set sail for the
mysterious Islands of Legend.
It took two days of hard sailing across troubled seas
before Glow-boat II reached land. During that time Carl’s
stomachs rumbled more and more, and his tongue started
hanging out. Skipper’s stomach started to rumble too, and
he started muttering things about how he should never
have let Carl and the others come on board.
There was even a time when the crew started to doubt
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Glow-worm himself started to be worried.
Throughout all this time, Freddy remained silent. He
was just a little bit too sad to speak. But nobody noticed.
Eventually, however, land appeared: a sinister, dark
island dominated by a tall, dark, craggy mountain. There
were storm clouds gathered about the peak of the moun-
tain, and it was an altogether scary place. But there was
grass on the lower slopes of the mountain, and that was
what they were after.
“Perfect,” said Glow-worm.
“Let me at that grass!” cried Carl, and as Glow-boat II
reached shore, he and Skipper leaped overboard and ran
(or hopped) for the patches of green. Sydney went too,
just in case.
Glow-worm went back to his charts, to double check
for islands. If this really was an undiscovered island he
wanted to name it. And that would mean thinking of a
name, preferably one with the word glow in it. Freddy
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 “Can I help with anything?” said the frog.
Glow-worm looked at him. He thought of the struggles
Freddy was having with A is for Apple. Then he looked
at the charts. Even he was having trouble with those.
“I don’t think so, Freddy,” he said. “Why don’t you
go and, er, play on deck?” Glow-worm turned his back on
Freddy, and went back to the charts.
Poor Freddy. Nobody needed him, or so it seemed. So
he decided to leave. Here, on this mysterious and scary
island, he would leave the crew. Probably, no-one would
miss him; and if they did, if it made them sad, then that
would serve them right.
So Freddy packed all his possessions (there weren’t
many of these) into a little parcel which he could carry
on his shoulder. Then, checking that no-one was watching
(they weren’t — Glow-worm was checking his charts, Syd-
ney was off with Carl and Skipper, checking out the grass)
he slipped quietly ashore, and made his way from the ship.
Perhaps here, on this island, he would find someone to ap-
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 He walked a long way, up a mysterious path on the mys-
terious mountain. And there he did, indeed, find someone
who appreciated him, although perhaps not quite in the
way he was hoping.

Some distance away, in the middle of a patch of what had

been tall grass, Carl had managed to eat his fill.
“Och, that’s nice,” he said.
“Quality tucker,” said Skipper, greatly relieved.
“Nice flies, too,” said Sydney, who’d been having a
little snack himself.
Satisfied, and no longer hungry, the three animals headed
back to Glow-boat II, where they found Glow-worm confi-
dent and cheerful. They asked him why.
“I believe this island to be unknown, and therefore un-
named,” he declared. “Therefore we have the right to
name it. So I declare that this island shall henceforth be
known as the island of Glow-grass.”
“That’s a daft name,” said Carl. “I think it should be
called Carl Island.”
“No way,” said Skipper. “El Skippo, that’s the name.”
“Excuse me a moment,” said Glow-worm, slightly dis-
gruntled. “Who’s in charge of this expedition?”
“Me!” declared Skipper, cheerfully.
“No you’re not!”
“Well, I’m in charge of the boat, anyway.”
“The boat,” declared Glow-worm with dignity, “is not
the expedition.”
The animals argued on; and none of them noticed that
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 * * *
Meanwhile, the missing someone was exploring the island,
and already beginning to regret his decision to leave. There
wasn’t much for a young frog to enjoy up this mountain,
apart from the occasional fly. But Freddy didn’t want to
admit defeat just yet. Maybe further up the path there
would be something for him.
Rounding another bend, Freddy came upon a cliff face.
Not a little cliff face that a frog might have hopped over or
(at a pinch) climbed up, but a great, big cliff face. Freddy
looked up. Way too high to climb. Freddy looked back, to
see how far he’d come from the ship, but he had gone too
far around the mountain, and Glow-boat II was long out
of sight.
Suddenly he noticed that he wasn’t alone beneath the
cliff face. There was also a human standing and studying
the rock. At once Freddy became afraid. He’d had a fair
bit of experience with humans during his time with Glow-
worm, and it hadn’t inspired him with confidence.
Something about this human made Freddy even more
nervous than humans usually did, and that was saying
something. This human was very tall, with dark hair, dark
eyes and a long, dark moustache. He was wearing a long,
dark red robe decorated with symbols of stars and moons.
On his head he wore a Chinese-style hat, very broad and
very mysterious.
The most sensible thing to do, Freddy decided, was to
sneak away before the human noticed him and did some-
thing nasty. He was just about to do that when the human
turned and looked at him.
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 Freddy didn’t move.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” said the human.
Freddy cowered. He had little experience of talking to
humans, only of running away from them. But there was
one question even Freddy had to ask.
“How come you can speak animal?” said Freddy.
“I have studied all the old texts — some very old in-
deed. I have studied under ancient masters, and learnt a
thousand and one magical arts. I am a magician.”
“A. . . a good magician?” said Freddy, hopefully.
“I am a master of the Dark Arts,” said the human. “My
name is Hieronymus Krulp, and I am a Wicked Magician.”
“Oh dear,” said Freddy.
“Do not be afraid, little frog,” said the Magician, bend-
ing down low to get a better view of Freddy, “or at least,
do not be too afraid. I have need of you, and if you do
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 This sounded very odd to Freddy. What possible use
could he be to a wicked magician, except possibly as an
ingredient in some magic potion?
“What,” said Freddy, “would happen if I said, no thank
you, I don’t want to work for you?”
The Magician raised himself up to his full height, and
frowned ferociously. His eyes flashed green for a moment.
“Then,” he said, “I would turn you into a. . . ”
Freddy’s little froggy heart was racing. “Into a. . . what?”
Krulp the magician frowned even more. “Hmm,” he
said. “If you were human I would turn you into a frog, but
since you are a frog already. . . I have it! If you do not obey
me then I will turn you into a human being!”
Freddy screamed with terror. Then he stopped. “Hang
on a minute,” he said. “That’s not possible, is it? You
can’t to that.”
“Oh can’t I?” said Krulp. “Very well, if you require a
demonstration of my power. . . ”
At once, Krulp’s eyes flashed green again. He raised
his hands to the skies and glowered at Freddy. Mystic
incantations poured from his lips, and Freddy, watching
nervously, suddenly began to feel a little queer.
He started to feel taller. He started to feel a little less
moist. He started to feel a little bit hairy. He started to
feel as if he was wearing clothes. He started to feel as if his
tongue was just a little stumpy thing, and that his fingers
and toes were losing their webbing. Worst of all, he started
to feel decidedly warm blooded. Not a pleasant feeling at
all for a proud young frog.
Strangely, Krulp seemed to have shrunk. He was now
only a head taller than Freddy. This at least was an im-
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the thought that he had indeed turned into something.
Freddy looked at his hands. They were human hands.
Freddy felt his face. It was a human face.
By our standards, Freddy was not a particularly ugly
human. From certain angles he would even have looked
quite handsome. But to his froggy way of looking at things,
he had turned into a monster. He looked at his hands
again.
“Oh no,” he cried. “I’m the wrong colour!”
Krulp handed him a small make-up mirror. “Do you
like it?” he said.
“Like it?” screamed Freddy. He continued to stare at is
new reflection in the mirror. Tentatively he reached a hand
to the side of his head and touched his new ears. “Yuck!”
he said. “Please change me back! I’ll do anything!”
“Jolly good,” said Krulp. “If you promise to do this
job for me, then I will turn you back.”
“Okay, okay,” said Freddy. “I promise. Whatever it is,
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again.
“Good,” said Krulp. “But mark this, little frog: if I
have to transform you again it will never be possible to
change you back. You will be human forever. Do you
understand?”
“Er, probably not,” said Freddy. “Understanding’s not
really what I’m good at.”
Krulp scowled. He explained again to Freddy, this time
slowly.
“Okay,” said Freddy. “Now please change me back.”
Krulp waved his hands in the air, and his eyes flashed
green again. Freddy felt himself shrinking, and his skin
moistening. Suddenly the wicked magician was a giant
again, and Freddy’s new flippy-flappy fleshy ears were gone.
Freddy looked at his hands and feet. They were green,
webbed and sticky again. He was back.
Suddenly the giant hand of the magician scooped him
up, and lifted him up to eye level.
“Now,” said Krulp, “it is time to begin your task. In
this mountain, this dangerous and magical mountain, there
is a secret object of great power and peril. Only I can use
it, for only I know enough of magical arts. But I need you
to get it for me.”
“I managed to find an anchor once, so I’m quite good
at finding things.”
“Shut up and listen. It is hidden in a vast cave which
lies before us in this cliff face.”
“But why do you need me? Why don’t you go and get
it yourself?”
“Observe!” Krulp pointed to a little crack in the cliff
face. It was only just wide enough for a small animal, like
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 Freddy didn’t particularly like caves. “It’s not. . . dark
in there, is it?”
“Of course it is!” shouted Krulp, “it’s a cave.”
So Freddy the frog embarked upon his scariest adven-
ture yet. Through a crack in the wall of the mighty cliff
of the mysterious island he went, into the vast (and, of
course, terribly dark) chamber beyond. In the dim light
from the tiny entrance he could see almost nothing; but he
could feel a vast space before him, and an immense weight
of rock suspended above his head. All in all, rather spooky,
really.

“Er,” called Freddy, “what am I looking for?”

“A vessel,” came the voice of Krulp from outside. “A
jar, or a lamp or a bottle. It will be sealed. What ever
you do, do not break the seal. Only I have the power to
master the forces within.”
“So I’m looking for a bottle, but I mustn’t take the top
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 “Right. Er, it’s a bit dark in here. Is it all right if I
just wait by the entrance until it gets a bit lighter?”
“What? It’s not going to get lighter! It’s a cave! Just
go into the cavern and find that vessel!”
Suddenly Krulp grabbed a stick and thrust it into the
hole, pushing Freddy into the darkness, and over the edge
of a precipice that he hadn’t even seen.
“Ooh er!” said Freddy, as he fell into nothing.
The nothing was very dark. Freddy flailed around for
a hand hold, or even a rocky surface he could cling to.
Eventually he found one, and managed to stick to the wall
of the chamber.
“Er, I’m in now,” called Freddy.
“Good,” said the voice of Krulp from outside. “Now
find that vessel. I am eager to possess it!”
“I’ll get on to it straight away,” said Freddy. Then he
added: “Boss,” as an afterthought.
All he could see in this vast, dark world was the en-
trance of the cave, revealed as a tiny dot of light high
above him. Even worse, he was starting to feel peckish.
Suddenly a shadow flew across the dot of light. Freddy
acted on instinct, and his instinct said:

flying thing = fly = breakfast .

So out flew his incredibly long and incredibly sticky tongue

to intercept the flying meal.
As always, his aim was true. Freddy’s marvellous tongue
hit its target and stuck fast. This would have been very
good news if the flying thing had indeed been a fly.
Unfortunately the flying thing was not a fly. It was a
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 Startled, the bat flew away from the entrance into the
deep dark of the cavern, dragging the unfortunate frog
with it. Freddy felt his fingers and toes lose their grip on
the wall, then he was being pulled, by his tongue, into the
deepest darkness he had ever not seen.

Frantic, he tried to pull his tongue in. This had the

effect of dragging him closer to the mysterious flying thing,
until he felt himself clinging to a small, furry body beneath
the spread of two, large, flapping leathery wings.
At this point he realised that what he had caught was
not a fly. In fact, it wasn’t clear whether he had caught it,
or it had caught him. He began to be terribly afraid.
He wasn’t the only one. “Who in Cave are you?” said
the bat.
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 * * *
Back at Glow-boat II all was not well. Carl and Skipper,
who had been hungry for so long, were now complaining
that they had eaten too much, and that they didn’t feel
well.
“I did tell you both to pace yourselves,” said Glow-
worm.
“We did,” said Skipper. “I paced myself with Carl.”
“Aye,” said Carl, “and I paced myself with Skipper.”
“Honestly,” said Glow-worm, “that’s the kind of silly
thing I’d expect Freddy to say. By the way, where is
Freddy?”
Everyone looked at Sydney. Sydney looked back, puz-
zled.
“Wasn’t he with you?” he said to Glow-worm.
“You know, I can’t remember. Anyone seen Freddy?”
They all looked. Glow-worm and Sydney looked in the
good ship Glow-boat; Skipper checked Glow-boat II ; Carl
checked the shore. But there was no sign.
“All his things have gone,” said Sydney, “and there’s a
note.”
“What does it say?” asked Glow-worm.
“A is for Apple,” said Sydney.
“He has gone,” said Glow-worm, gravely.
“Why would he go?” said Carl.
“Do you think,” said Sydney, “that I might have been
neglecting him a bit?”
“It is time,” Glow-worm declared, “to mount a rescue
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Chapter 10

The Curious Cloud

It was time to rescue Freddy.
Glow-worm organised his
troops into single file, with
himself leading the way (as
was only right), then Carl
(as the biggest and strongest
member of the crew), then
Skipper(as rear guard, be-
cause he had the biggest
feet). Sydney hung from a
web he had spun between
Carl’s horns and, armed with a special pair of multi-nocula-
rs that Glow-worm had made for him, served as the lookout
for the expedition.
“Which way do you think he would have gone?” said
Sydney.
“Forwards,” said Glow-worm. “He would do what I
would do, and head for that mountain.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s there! Come on, crew. Follow me.”
It was a long and arduous trek for all the animals: for
Glow-worm, because he was small and insisted on lead-
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longer legs than their leader, but still had to walk behind
him; and for Sydney because he was worried about his
friend. How could they find so small a creature as Freddy
amongst all this space? But Glow-worm, confidence un-
daunted no matter how tired he became, pressed on.
After a while they reached the rocky and winding path
up the great mountain that Freddy himself had taken.
They hunted around for any frog foot prints that might
give them a clue, but they couldn’t see anything.
“Any sign of Freddy from up there?” Glow-worm asked
Sydney, as he was still riding on Carl’s horns.
Sydney looked all around. “No, nothing. Are you sure
Freddy came this way?”
“Of course,” said Glow-worm. “Freddy is a trainee
explorer, and this mountain is the single thing most worthy
of exploring. He must have come this way.”
“But Freddy isn’t clever enough to do any real explor-
ing. . . ”
“Nonsense. Or at least, he isn’t clever enough to realise
that he isn’t clever enough, which comes to the same thing.
Now, we must go where Freddy would have gone. We must
go up.”
Carl and Skipper stared up at the bleak, winding path
as it climbed up the bleak, cloud shadowed mountain.
They thought of how long it would take if Glow-worm led
the way. They looked at each other. They looked at Glow-
worm.
“Here mate,” said Skipper, scooping Glow-worm up in
his paws and popping him onto Carl’s back, “have a lift!”
“Hey,” said their disgruntled leader, “what are you do-
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 “Och, that’s all right, wee Glow-worm,” said Carl. “No
need to thank me,” and before Glow-worm could protest
any further, he headed off up the path at something ap-
proaching a gallop.
“Wow,” said Skipper, struggling to keep up, “you’re
keen.”
As Carl hurtled up the path, Sydney kept looking for
signs of his friend. There was nothing. Still, he was amazed
at the pace Carl was setting.

“It is a little known fact,” said Glow-worm, resigned

now to being a passenger, “that cows and bulls find it
easier to run uphill than downhill.”
“Really?” said Sydney.
“Yes. I think it’s something to do with the fact that
their heads are lower than their bottoms.”
Even though he had wanted to lead the rescue mission,
Glow-worm had to admit that they were making better
progress now. Only Skipper, whose head was not lower
than his bottom, had any cause to complain as he tried to
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 Up into the clouds the animals rose, along the sinister
path until they came to a cliff face. The path carried on
around it, but standing before the cliff face was a man,
a strange man staring so intently into a hole in the rock
that he didn’t notice them coming. Given the sheer size
and speed of Carl, this in itself was rather odd.
“Oh no,” whispered Sydney, “a human. How are we
going to get past him to look for Freddy?”
Glow-worm watched the strange human carefully. “I
don’t think we need to,” he said. “Look at his clothes.
He’s wearing magician’s robes. You don’t see a lot of that
sort of thing these days.”
“So?” said Sydney, wishing that just for once Glow-
worm would explain things clearly.
“Well,” said Glow-worm, “magicians are interested in
frogs, aren’t they? Let’s see what he’s up to.”
But it was too late for secrecy. The human had realised
he was being watched, and spun round to face them. Of
course, it was Krulp, and he was amazed at what he saw.
“A whole menagerie!” he said in fluent animal. “A
highland cow and a kangaroo? You two aren’t native to
this island. How did you get here?”
Most of the animals were terrified — a human who
could speak animal! Glow-worm, of course, took it in his
stride.
“Hello,” he said, from the back of the quaking Carl,
“I’m Glow-worm. How do you do?” Of course, Glow-worm
couldn’t resist showing off, so he said this in human.
Now Krulp looked impressed. “A clever animal? You
might well be useful to me, especially since my previous
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 Carl and Skipper were huddled up together in fear, and
Sydney was hiding behind Glow-worm, but they need not
have worried. Krulp only had eyes for their leader.
“You’re a magician, aren’t you?” said Glow-worm.
“Well spotted,” said Krulp. “I am Krulp the Magnif-
icent, Master of the Dark Arts!” He raised himself up to
his full height, which was fairly impressive. “I have need
of your services.”
“Sorry,” said Glow-worm, “I don’t need a job right now.
Thanks for the offer. Where’s Freddy?”
Krulp scowled. “Who is Freddy?”
“He’s a frog. He’s a friend of ours, and we’re looking
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 Krulp laughed. “Your friend was working for me, but
he failed me. He is now lost in the abyss. But you, clever
worm, will help me. You and your spider friend will go
into this tiny cave, and bring me the mystic bottle that lies
within. You must not open it, for the power it contains
will destroy any lesser being. You will bring it to me, and
you will do it now!”
Glow-worm scowled. “I hope you haven’t hurt Freddy.
That would upset me, and I really don’t like being upset. I
also don’t like being pushed around, and I never like being
bullied.”
Krulp looked less than impressed. “Are you trying to
sound threatening, little worm?” he said. “Because if you
are. . . ”
But now Glow-worm had had enough. “Let me ex-
plain,” he said, this time in animal, for the benefit of Syd-
ney, Carl and Skipper. “You have done something to our
friend; he is missing; it is your fault. Now you are trying
to bully me. . . ”
At this, Carl’s ears pricked up. “He did what? He’s
got Freddy?”
“That’s right,” said Glow-worm. “And I for one would
like him back.”
Krulp was furious. “You pathetic, insignificant worm!”
he growled.
“Yes,” said Glow-worm. “That’s me. Apart from the
insignificant part, of course. And the pathetic bit.”
Carl was beginning to snort. He glowered at Krulp,
and lowered his horns. “You’re starting to get a bit pushy
there, my wee mannie. You’d better watch your manners
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 “You’ll what?” sneered Krulp. “Remember, I am Mas-
ter of the Dark Arts, and as such have the power to control
you by Mighty Enchantment!”
“Oh aye?” said Carl, getting ready to charge, “then
enchant this!”
Unfortunately for Carl, Krulp did. The evil magi-
cian raised his hands, muttered several sinister spells, and
pointed at Carl. “So, you like to associate with small ani-
mals, do you Cow? Then become one yourself!”
At once the mighty bull began to shrink, and the look
of surprise on his face made Krulp laugh.
Now Carl was no bigger than Glow-worm and Sydney.
“That’s odd,” said Glow-worm.
“What do you mean, odd ?” squeaked Carl.
“It’s up to you now, Skipper,” said Glow-worm, “get
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 “You’re a kangaroo. You can box. Use Queensbury
rules, of course, but quickly, before he can do anything to
you too.”
Skipper swallowed nervously. “You mean, fight him?”
But it was too late. Krulp waved his hands at Skipper,
muttered his mystic words, and watched as the kangaroo
shrank down to the size of a mouse.
“Now,” said the triumphant Krulp, “you are all small;
small and powerless.”
But Glow-worm was not to be intimidated that easily.
“Small? Yes! Powerless? No.” He concentrated as hard
as he could until his glow became very hot indeed. Sydney
and the miniature Skipper and Carl backed away in case
they got burned. The ground around their leader started
to steam.

“Impressive,” said Krulp. “But not impressive enough.

A little shower should cool you off.”
Again the mysterious magician waved his hands, mut-
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silver jug appeared above Glow-worm and began to pour
cold water over him. For a moment the steam intensified,
then it stopped altogether. The magical water continued
to pour.
Glow-worm sneezed. He was lost for words.
Krulp laughed again. “Not so confident now? I thought
not.” He turned to Sydney who tried, unsuccessfully, to
look as if he wasn’t there. “And what are you going to try
to do to me, spider? I notice that you are not poisonous.
Are you going to offer resistance?”
Sydney shook his head vigorously. “No, no,” he said,
quickly, “I’m pretty sure I surrender.” He put as many of
his legs in the air as he could manage without falling over.
Carl was fuming. “Och, you can’t just give up,” he
squeaked. “Can’t you spin a web over him, or something?”
Sydney told him to shush.
Krulp reached down and picked Sydney up. “At least
one of you has some sense,” he sneered as with his other
hand he scooped up the soggy Glow-worm. Carl and Skip-
per he left where they were. “You will now find me that
bottle! If you are successful, I will restore your compan-
ions to their proper size. But if you fail me I will step on
them! Their fate lies with you.”
The very small bull and the very small kangaroo trem-
bled.
Krulp looked at Glow-worm. “To help you in your
quest I will remove the enchantment from you alone.” He
muttered two words (Glow-worm couldn’t quite hear what
they were) and the magical watering can disappeared. “But
remember, little worm, I can restore it at any time I please!”
Stepping towards the cliff face, Krulp thrust Sydney
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said. “I will not tolerate failure! Your pathetic friends are
counting on you! You have one hour. Then I will begin to
step!”
Inside the tiny cave opening things looked grim. Glow-
worm and Sydney could see (thanks to Glow-worm’s glow),
that the cave itself was vast. Sydney couldn’t imagine
finding anything in such a huge place.
“Something’s wrong,” said Glow-worm.
Sydney looked at him. “Er, yes. I know.”
“Something’s not right,” Glow-worm said again.
Sydney sighed. “Come on,” he said. “Lets get away
from the entrance. That human’s probably watching to
make sure we do as we’re told.”
“As we’re told,” said Glow-worm, suddenly happy again.
“That’s what’s wrong!”
Sydney looked at him carefully. He couldn’t see any-
thing to be happy about. “Jolly good,” he said, slowly.
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 “We have two things to find,” said Glow-worm. “A
bottle and a frog, not necessarily in that order. Then we
will see what we will see! Follow me!” Glow-worm crawled
to the edge of the chasm, and peered into the gloom. “On
second thoughts,” he said, “we will need your web to get
down. I’ll follow you.”
So Sydney span a web and together the two animals
descended into the darkness.
“Can you make your glow a bit brighter?” said Sydney.
“Not without burning the web, and that wouldn’t be a
very good idea.”
“But where are we going?”
“Down! We don’t need to be able to see to do that!”
Further down went Sydney and Glow-worm, into the
unknown. All was quiet around them, save for the oc-
casional sound of dripping water. It was unnerving. All
Sydney could see was himself and Glow-worm and the end
of the web. There was no sign of the ground, and now no
sign of the entrance tunnel high above them. He hoped
they wouldn’t run out of web before they reached the bot-
tom!
But he did not need to worry. Before very long the
outlines of rocks became visible beneath them, and soon
they were standing on firm ground.
“Is this the bottom?” said Sydney, nervously.
“No idea,” said Glow-worm, cheerfully. “Let’s explore.”
Sydney watched as Glow-worm crawled off into the
gloom, then quickly ran after him when he remembered he
was taking the light with him. Not that there was much
to see. This cave was definitely on the grim side.
“I’m a little disappointed,” said Glow-worm, “I’d have
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“Really?” said Sydney, who, not for the first time,
didn’t know what his friend was talking about.
“Yes,” said Glow-worm. Then he chuckled to himself.
“I wonder where the wonders are?”
Sydney gave him a look. “You’re not . . . enjoying your-
self, are you?”
“It’s an adventure, isn’t it? Of course I’m enjoying
myself!”
“But Krulp . . . and the magic . . . and what he’s done
to Carl and Skipper . . . not to mention poor Freddy.”
“Yes, Krulp’s a bit of a problem I agree. But he’s only
human. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

But thinking of something would have to wait. Glow-

worm and Sydney had found Freddy. In fact, they’d al-
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was that he wasn’t making any noise, and the reason he
wasn’t making any noise was that he was asleep. Freddy,
of course, could sleep anywhere, so they weren’t entirely
surprised.
They were, however, delighted.
“Freddy!” cried Sydney, racing forward to hug him
with as many arms as he could manage.
The little frog woke up with a start. “Is it morning?”
he said, vaguely. “The sun seems to have come up.”
“It’s not the sun,” said Glow-worm. “It’s me!”
Now Freddy understood, and suddenly became terribly
happy, and very excited. He gave both his friends a hug
(several, in fact) and danced for joy.
“You’re here!” he cried. “You’ve found me! You’ve
come to rescue me! Hooray!”
“Delighted to see you again,” Glow-worm said. “I hope
Krulp didn’t give you too hard a time.”
Freddy shuddered at the mention of the evil magician’s
name. “He . . . he turned me into a human!”
Sydney was shocked, and nearly tripped over himself
in horror. If Krulp could do that, then surely nothing in
the world could stop him.
Glow-worm merely chuckled. “Did he really? How
clever of him.”
Sydney and Freddy looked at him, puzzled.
“So,” said Freddy, his confidence fading a little, “you’re
going to get me out of here now . . . aren’t you?”
“After we find the bottle,” Glow-worm said.
“What bottle?” said Freddy.
Sydney rolled his eyes. All of them.
“The mystical and magical and, apparently, terribly
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 “Oh yes,” said Freddy. “Now I remember.”
“That’s what Krulp wants,” said Glow-worm. “So,
let’s look for it.”
Sydney was flabbergasted. “You’re not going to give it
to him?”
“Well,” said Glow-worm, “that depends what it is when
we find it. We have to find it first.”
“Maybe Nagle can help,” said Freddy.
“Who’s Nagle?” said Sydney, worried that his friend
might have been in the dark too long.
“I’ll introduce you,” said Freddy, and at the top off his
froggy lungs he called out: “Nagle! ”

For a moment all was silent. Then, as if from far away,

the animals heard a strange, rhythmic squeaking noise.
Suddenly there was a leathery flapping from within their
midst, and a bat flopped out of the air and landed at their
feet.
“Hello Freddy,” said the bat. “You’re not hungry again,
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 “Hello Nagle,” said Freddy. “These are my friends Syd-
ney, and Glow-worm.” He turned to Sydney and Glow-
worm. “This is Nagle,” he said. “He’s . . . ”
“A bat?” said Glow-worm, “Yes, I can see that.”
Freddy turned back to Nagle. “Sydney and Glow-worm
are a spider and . . . ”
“A glow-worm?” said Nagle. “Yes, I can hear that.
How do you do?”
The animals exchanged greetings.
It turned out that after being thrust into the cave and
trying to catch what he, mistakenly, thought was a fly,
Freddy had found himself hanging from a bat. The bat’s
name, it turned out, was Nagle and he was actually quite
a nice bat. So Freddy had found a friend who had been
able to look after him in the total darkness of the cave.
He was still very glad that Glow-worm (and his glow)
had turned up though.
But now it was time for Glow-worm to ask the question.
“Have you seen a bottle?” he asked.
“Seen?” said Nagle. “No. Heard? Yes. I’ve got good
hearing, I have. It’s just over there. I’ll take you to it, if
you like.”
Sydney whispered to Glow-worm: “How do you hear a
bottle?”
“It’s something called sonar.” said Glow-worm. “But
this is probably not the best time to explain it.”
He led them to a small hollow in the cave floor. Lying
there, right in the middle, was a small bottle.
If it was magic, it was very unimpressive.
“It’s a lemonade bottle,” said Sydney. “A really small
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 “Yes,” said Glow-worm, “it would have to be small or
we’d never get it out of the cave.”
“But lemonade? I thought it was supposed to be mag-
ical?”
“Well, perhaps its something to do with the bubbles,”
said Glow-worm. “Nagle, are there any other bottles around?”
“Nope. And believe me, I know this cave inside out
and backwards. This is the only bottle. Its been here as
long as I have.”
“Then it must be the one. Let’s open it!” said Glow-
worm. “Could someone with limbs please give me some
help?”
“Hang on,” said Sydney. “Didn’t Krulp say it was dan-
gerous?”
“He certainly did,” said Glow-worm, “and he’s proba-
bly right. Traditionally, this sort of story involves a genie,
you know. But something tells me it will be a lot less dan-
gerous if we open it than if Krulp does. Who’s going to
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 Sydney and Freddy looked at each other. “Okay,” they
both said, with a certain amount of reluctance.
Together, the four animals tackled the top of the little
bottle. It was a screw-top, but it hadn’t been opened for
a long time, so it wouldn’t move. Eventually, Glow-worm
decided to use his glow to heat the bottle-top up a bit. It
was metal, so he thought this should make it expand.
Finally, the top came off. There was an ominous hissing
sound from the bottle.
“Now,” said Glow-worm. “If I’m right, we’ll be having
a visitor . . . ”
The hissing sound from the bottle got louder, and the
bottle itself began to shake. What looked like steam began
to pour out of the top, and the hissing turned into a roar,
much to the alarm of the animals. Sydney, Freddy and
Nagle all tried to hide behind each other, but Glow-worm
watched in fascination.
A cloud of smoke, or steam was forming above the little
bottle, a cloud that looked almost like a rain cloud. In the
depths of the cloud was the shadow of a face, a cloudy
face (of course) and fairly vague, but a face non-the-less.
It was, indeed, a curious cloud.
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The Genuine Genie

At the sound of a talking cloud,
Sydney, Freddy and Nagle
screamed.
Glow-worm merely looked puz-
zled. “‘Hello?’” he said. “You said
‘Hello’ ?”
“Er, yes,” said the cloud.
“But. . . aren’t you a genie?
Shouldn’t you be offering me three
wishes, or something?”
The cloud looked embarrassed. “Oh yes,” it boomed.
“That’s right. Sorry, I forgot. I’ve never done this before,
you see. Let me start again.” The cloud made a throat-
clearing sound, which was very odd given that it didn’t
have a throat, and said: “Your wish is my command, O
Master.” Then he added, in a slightly smaller voice: “pro-
vided that what you wish for is a small shower.”
“What?”
“Or drizzle. I can manage drizzle. I can even do heavy
rain, provided I don’t do it for too long. Otherwise I have
to go back in the bottle to lie down.”
Glow-worm was puzzled. “Are you sure you’re a ge-
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 “Oh, yes, absolutely. I mean, I live in a bottle and
grant wishes, don’t I?”
“As long as the wishes are something to do with rain?”
The cloud looked a little bit embarrassed.
Glow-worm gave him a look. “You’re a rain cloud,
aren’t you?” he said.
The cloud looked even more embarrassed. “Oh, all
right. I admit I used to be a rain cloud, before I became a
genie.”
“But you are a genie now, are you?”
“Oh yes. Well, in training, anyway. I’m doing a corre-
spondence course.”
“A correspondence course?”
“Yes,” said the cloud, happily. “And I’ve nearly fin-
ished lesson one.”
The other animals were becoming interested now. Freddy,
in particular, was beginning to sense a kindred spirit.
“I’m learning something too!” he said. “I’m learning
to read!”
“Really?” said the cloud or genie. “How’s that going?”
“A is for Apple,” said Freddy, with pride. “I’m going
to have a go at another fruit next year.”
“Oh yes,” said the cloud or genie. “That was a hard
one. I’m doing B is for Box at the moment. That’s much
easier. It’s not a fruit, of course.”
Sydney sidled up to Glow-worm, and whispered: “This
genie’s a bit, well, pathetic, isn’t he?”
“Slightly less magical than I’d hoped, yes. Let’s find
out more about him.”
The intrepid Glow-worm approached the genie once
again. “Excuse me, Genie. But what actually is lesson
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 The genie looked embarrassed again. “I’m not sup-
posed to tell you until I’ve got it right,” he said. “It would
look bad if I granted you a wish, and then couldn’t actually
do it. How about some scattered showers?”
“No thank you.”
“Or a heavy mist?”
“Not at the moment. Why don’t you go back to chat-
ting to Freddy?”
“That’s me,” said Freddy, happily. “And I am inspired
by your example.”
“I’m Sydney,” said Sydney.
“And I’m Nagle,” said Nagle.
While the cloud or genie was being entertained by the
enthusiastic young frog, Glow-worm and the other animals
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 “Right,” said Sydney. “We’ve got the bottle. Now we
can give it to Krulp, get Carl and Skipper back to their
proper sizes, and get out of here.”
“Oh no we can’t,” said Glow-worm firmly. “We’re go-
ing to teach Krulp a lesson.”
To Sydney, this seemed like a very bad idea. He was
quite convinced that Krulp was the most dangerous thing
they had encountered on their voyage so far, and that the
best thing to do would be to get away, very fast. But
Glow-worm was staring at Nagle. More particularly, he
was staring at Nagle’s ears.
It wouldn’t be long before Krulp started to wonder
what had happened to them, Sydney thought. If they
didn’t get back soon, Carl and Skipper would be in big
trouble. “There’s nothing we can do,” he said, hopefully.
But Glow-worm remained thoughtful. “I wonder why
Krulp needed us to help him, when Nagle already lives
in the cave. He’d be much better at finding mysterious
bottles, given that he knows his way around, and he’s small
enough to get out through the entrance. Look how quickly
he found the bottle for us!”
“Maybe he doesn’t know Nagle’s here,” suggested Syd-
ney.
“Oh he knows,” said Nagle, with pride. “He’s had a
few attempts at talking me into helping him, but I won’t
do it. Never trust a human, that’s my moto.”
Sydney was impressed. “Krulp has tried to get you
to help him, and you didn’t? Weren’t you afraid? What
about his magic powers?”
Nagle strutted, just a little bit. “Oh, he can’t do any-
thing to me. I know a few things, I do. I’m way too clever
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 “Hmm,” said Glow-worm. “You’re also blind as. . . well,
a bat.”
Nagle scowled. “Your point, Wormy?”
“Nothing,” said Glow-worm. “Just thinking out loud.”
“Listen, mate,” said Nagle, who was now a little miffed,
“I may be blind, but I’ve got sonar; that’s way better than
eyesight. I can find my way around by sound, using just
my ears. My ears can out-perform your eyes any day. I
don’t just get sounds, you know, I get shapes! I can hear
shapes round corners. Can you see round corners? I don’t
think so. Can you see in the dark? Nope. Eyesight is
over-rated. A big pair of ears and a decent sonar system,
that’s what you need.”

Glow-worm looked at Nagle carefully. “I wonder. . . ”

he said, to no-one in particular.
“I can hear more than you’ll ever see,” said Nagle, who
was still feeling got at. “I can hear every corner of this
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Well light makes shadows, and shadows get in your way
when you’re trying to see. I’m not bothered by shadows.
Shadows. . . ”
“Shadows,” said Glow-worm, thoughtfully, “make you
see things that aren’t there.”
“Right,” said Nagle. Then he looked puzzled. “Hang
on, are you agreeing with me?”
“Probably,” said Glow-worm.
“You reckon my hearing’s better than your eyesight?”
“Absolutely. Or, at least, it is at the moment. I think
our eyesight has been getting us all into trouble.”
Now Sydney was getting curious. “What do you mean?”
he said.
“I mean,” said Glow-worm, “that Nagle has given us
the clue we needed.”
“Has he?”
“He has. And now I think I know how to deal with our
friend Mr. Krulp!”
“Oh yes?” said Sydney, carefully. “How’s that, then?”
“First things first,” said Glow-worm. “The genie must
be told what has been happening.”
It was time to let the genie know what was going on.
Glow-worm approached it with confidence, while Sydney
and Nagle held back, more than a little bit baffled by the
whole business. Freddy, meanwhile, was still chatting to
the genie. They had discovered, it seemed, a mutual inter-
est in water.
“Please may I interrupt?” said Glow-worm, politely.
“Right ho,” said Freddy, cheerfully.
“Yes, master,” boomed the genie. It waited eagerly for
its first command, hoping, no doubt, it would be something
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 Glow-worm explained to the genie all about the evil
Krulp, and what he had done, and that it was time to
teach him a lesson. Then he gave the genie his first order.
“Genie, can you wait down here for a few minutes while I
go back outside, and then come when I call?”
“To hear is to obey, oh shining clever one.”
“Jolly good. Are you allowed to tell little white lies?”
“If my master asks me to, I can.”
“Excellent! When I call you, I might ask you to do
something. It won’t involve rain, so you probably won’t
be able to do it. Just pretend to do it, all right?”
“Er, yes. I think I understand.”
Glow-worm scratched his head with the tip of his tail.
“I think that’s everything,” he said. “Nagle, could you give
Sydney, Freddy and me a lift back up to the cave entrance
please?”
“Sure,” said Nagle. “It will have to be one at a time,
though.”
So Nagle carried the other animals, one at a time, up to
the cave entrance. Through the tiny opening in the rock
wall they could see daylight once again. Outside, they
could hear Krulp threatening and menacing his unfortu-
nate hostages. Glow-worm became angry.
Once everyone was assembled, he said: “Right then,
everyone, let’s go! Nagle, do you want to come out with
us to confront Krulp?”
The bat looked around nervously. “Er, that’s okay. I’ll
wait here as, um, backup,” he said.
“Can we stay and be backup too?” said Freddy.
“No,” said Glow-worm. “Come on, team. Time to
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 Resolute, the heroic worm led the way out of the dark
and dismal cave. Slightly less resolute, Sydney and Freddy
followed him. They emerged, blinking, into bright sun-
light, to see Krulp, looking even bigger than they remem-
bered, towering over Skipper and Carl.
Trembling, the two reduced captives called to their
friends. “We’re over here!” they said.
Krulp glowered down at Glow-worm and his friends.
“Just in time,” he thundered. “Another minute, and I
would have crushed your pathetic friends!”
“Really,” said Glow-worm, casually. “Lucky for us your
watch is slow, then.”
“Yes! Er, what did you say?” said Krulp. He looked a
little surprised. Clearly, Glow-worm’s relaxed manner was
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 Sydney and Freddy looked at each other nervously.
“Does Glow-worm know what he’s doing?” whispered
Freddy.
Sydney just stood and stared.
Krulp was glowering again. “ Where is the bottle I sent
you to fetch?”
Glow-worm looked at Freddy. “Freddy, have you got
it?”
Freddy looked like he was about to panic. “No!”
“Sydney?” said Glow-worm, casually.
Sydney shook his head. He didn’t dare to speak.
Glow-worm laughed. “Whoops,” he said to Krulp, with
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 “You forgot it!” thundered Krulp, and he seemed to
grow several feet.
“We forgot!” Glow-worm thundered back, in a voice
exactly like Krulp’s. Then he laughed.
Krulp seemed to shrink again, slightly non-plussed.
“Little worm,” he said, “do not cross me. Remember what
happened to you last time?”
Glow-worm looked puzzled for a moment. Then he
smiled again. “Do you expect me to be quaking in my
boots? Well, that’s not going to happen. No legs, you
see.”
“Very well!” screamed Krulp, “don’t say I didn’t warn
you!” He waved his hands, and glowered at the animals.
He pointed at Freddy, and his eyes flashed fire. “Become
human!” he said.
At once, Freddy started to grow; his fingers lost their
webbing, his skin lost it’s sheen and two large ears began
to project from the side of his head. Understandably, he
started to cry.
Krulp turned to Sydney. Again, his eyes flashed. “Spi-
der,” he said, “you shall be wrapped up in a web of my
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 A huge web began to form in the air around Sydney,
so that he couldn’t possibly escape. “Help!” he squeaked.
“Oh dear,” said Glow-worm cheerfully. “Looks like
you’ve defeated us again. It must be time for one last
futile gesture of resistance.”
“Er, what?” said Krulp. Suddenly he was looking less
confident. The evidence of his eyes said Glow-worm was
defeated, but Glow-worm’s manner said something else
again. “What would be the point of a futile gesture?”
“No point,” said Glow-worm. “That’s what futile means.
Didn’t you know that?”

Krulp started to look nervous. “Before you can do that,

I will. . . ”
“Hush for a moment,” ordered Glow-worm. “I haven’t
made my futile gesture yet.” He turned to Carl. “Please
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 Carl squeaked with terror. “You can’t be serious? I’m
only three inches tall!”
“So? Charge him anyway.”
“No!” thundered Krulp, backing away. “That will
achieve nothing!”
Glow-worm sighed, and rolled his eyes at Krulp. “Of
course it will achieve nothing. It’s a futile gesture. We’ve
been though that. Carl, off you go.”
“No,” screamed Krulp, backing away even more.
“Really?” said Carl.
“Really,” said Glow-worm, positively grinning at Krulp.
“If you dare to try,” said Krulp to Carl, “I will crush
you!” Strangely enough, he seemed to be looking around
for an escape route.
“Er,” said Carl, “he says he’ll crush me if I try. . . ”
Glow-worm sighed. “If I make it impossible for him to
crush you, will you please charge him?”
Carl looked puzzled. “I guess so. . . ”
“You can’t do that!” said Krulp.
“Oh yes I can,” said Glow-worm. Then he turned to
the cave entrance and called: “Genie!”
Krulp turned white as a sheet. “You opened the bot-
tle!”
There was a rushing, roaring, windy sound from deep
within the cave. The rocks began to tremble, and the
genie rushed from his hiding place, and formed itself into
a huge, luminous cloud, hovering above them all. It looked
so much more impressive in the daylight.
“Yes, master?” said the genie to Glow-worm.
Krulp panicked. He waved his hands at Glow-worm,
and his eyes flashed. “A torrent of water will pour down
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 Water began to pour down on Glow-worm from no vis-
ible source: tidal waves, monsoons and floods. Amazingly,
Glow-worm simply ignored it all.
“Genie,” said Glow-worm, “please make Carl impervi-
ous to Krulp, so that Krulp cannot possibly crush him.”
“Yon cloud can do that?” squeaked Carl.
“Oh yes,” said Glow-worm, and winked at the genie.
“Er. . . ” said the genie, “Okay. I’ve done it.”
“Right,” said Glow-worm, with immense authority. “Ch-
arge!”
The tiny Carl charged.
“No!” screamed Krulp, and he turned on his heels and
ran.
This was very surprising to all the animals except Glow-
worm. Even more surprising, given how short his legs now
were, Carl covered the distance between himself and Krulp
very quickly. He caught him and, head down, struck the
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 It looked very odd to the animals. It looked as if Carl
couldn’t possibly do any harm, yet as soon as Carl hit his
heel, Krulp flew through the air, did several cartwheels,
and landed, in a folded, robe covered heap further up the
path.
“Oh look,” said Glow-worm gaily. “Not such a futile
gesture after all! Okay Carl, charge him again!”
“No!” cried Krulp, cowering on the ground. “Please!
Have mercy! Call him off! I surrender!”
Carl hesitated, and looked puzzled. “Er, I think he just
surrendered. . . ” he said.
“So he did,” said Glow-worm. “Okay Carl, leave him
alone — provided he does as he’s asked.”
“But. . . ” said Carl, “I’m little. . . Why’s he so scared?”
Glow-worm laughed. “You’re not little,” he said. “You’re
still full size. You just think you’re little.”
“Eh?” said Carl.
“Krulp hypnotised you.”
“He what?”
“He looked you in the eyes, and you looked into his.
That way he tricked you into thinking he could do magic,
making you see things that weren’t there. He tricked you
into thinking you’d shrunk. It’s called hupnosis. It’s a
good trick. But it’s still just a trick.”
The other animals looked at each other. Sydney closed
his eyes, and tried to walk through the web that sur-
rounded him. It melted into the air as he did so. “Well I
never,” he said.
Skipper and Carl looked at each other, and realised
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 Krulp lay still on the ground, and trembled. “How did
you know?” he said.
“Well,” said Glow-worm. “You had me fooled at first,
I admit. But once I was inside the cave, I wondered why
you couldn’t just come in and get the bottle yourself. After
all, if you could magic a bull and a kangaroo to the size
of me, then surely you could magic the cave entrance to
be big enough for you to get through. So either you were
too stupid to realise you could do it, or you couldn’t do it.
And you aren’t stupid, are you Mr Krulp?”
Krulp sighed. “Neither, it seems, are you,” he said.
Glow-worm blushed. “I try not to be,” he said.
“But you couldn’t have been sure,” said Sydney.
“I was once we’d met Nagle. If Krulp’s power worked
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cause he’s blind! He couldn’t see Krulp’s eyes.”
“So Krulp couldn’t hypnotise him!”
“That’s right.”
Sydney was impressed. So were Carl and Skipper.
Krulp looked miserable.
“So, it was all a trick,” growled Carl.
Skipper growled too, something kangaroos don’t nor-
mally do. “Fooled by a human in a funny hat,” he said.
“How embarrassing.”
Meanwhile, Carl was staring at Krulp and glowering.
He snorted steam from his nostrils. Now that he was full
sized, Krulp was starting to look very small in comparison.
“What do you want to do with yon wee mannie?” said
Carl. “Do you want me to charge at him again?”
Krulp tried to hide under his robes.

“Er, no thank you,” said Glow-worm. “Still, we must

think of something to do with him. We can’t just let him
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 “I’ll never do anything wrong again,” said Krulp, hope-
fully. “I’m a reformed character. . . ”
Glow-worm laughed. “Dear Mr Krulp,” he said, “you’re
not trying to trick me again, are you?”
Krulp glowered.
Meanwhile, another problem presented itself.
“Excuse me,” said Freddy to Glow-worm. “Now that
you’ve put everyone else back to normal, please could you
turn me back into a frog?”
Sydney sighed. “Freddy,” he said, “you are a frog.”
Freddy looked down at his hands, which still appeared
to be human. “No I’m not.”
“It was a trick!” said Sydney. “You were never really
turned into a human.”
Freddy looked at his hands again. “Yes I was,” he said.
“See? And Krulp said I would be stuck as a human forever
if he changed me again, and he did, so I am.” Freddy
started to cry again.
“Oh dear,” said Glow-worm.
To everyone else, the news that Krulp was simply trick-
ing them had broken the hypnotic spell. But for Freddy,
who never was very quick on the uptake, it hadn’t had the
same effect.
The sinister Krulp laughed. “You may be a very clever
worm,” he said, “but only I can restore your friend to
rights. Give me the genie, and I will consider doing so.”
“What do we do?” said Sydney, dangerously close to
panic. “How do we save Freddy?”
Krulp laughed again, the look of triumph slowly coming
back into his eyes. Sydney looked at Glow-worm. Carl and
Skipper looked at each other, then at Glow-worm. Freddy
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 Meanwhile, Glow-worm simply looked annoyed. “Right,”
he said. “So much for Krulp being a reformed character.”
Glow-worm thought for a moment. Then he looked
around carefully. Finally, he looked at Freddy, and smiled.
“Freddy!” he cried, suddenly. “Look behind you! There’s
a fly.”
“Where?” cried Freddy. He span around, spotted the
fly, and in an instant his long froggy tongue shot out,
caught the flying snack and pulled it in.
At once, he was a frog again.
At that moment Krulp knew, if he hadn’t known it
before, that he had finally and completely met his match.

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Chapter 12

Time to Go Home
Something had to be done
with the would-be evil ma-
gician. There was much dis-
cussion amongst the animals,
sitting dejectedly on the side
of the mountain.
To Glow-worm, it seemed that the matter was becom-
ing urgent. It was getting late in the day, and they really
did need to get back to the ship before nightfall. Carl had
suggested keeping Krulp as a pet, which was an amusing
possibility in some ways. But the human was not the sort
of creature Glow-worm could trust, and he really didn’t
want any non-animals becoming involved in his voyage and
spoiling things.
Other suggestions were:
1. Pushing Krulp off the cliff (Carl again)
2. Letting him go (Sydney)
3. Turning him into something (Freddy, who really didn’t
understand what was going on)
4. Eating him (Nagle, who had joined the others once
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 5. Getting him to teach them hypnosis, so that they
could play hilarious tricks on their friends when they
got home (Skipper)

But in the end, it was the genie who solved the prob-
lem. Somewhat shyly, he drifted over to Glow-worm and
whispered:
“Pardon me, master, but now might be a good time to
tell you about lesson one of my correspondence course.”
Glow-worm was puzzled. “Really?” he said.
“Yes. You see it was called: ‘I Want to go Home’:
Travel By Magic for Beginners.”
Glow-worm gave him a look. “What, exactly, does that
mean?”
“I can send him home. I can send anyone home, if it
comes to that. But in the case of Mr Krulp, I can send
him back where he came from.”
“By magic?”
“Yes, master.”
Krulp overheard. “No, wait, you can’t send me back
there! I owe people money.”
“You be quiet,” said Glow-worm.
“Please!” begged Krulp, on his knees now. “Let me
come with you! I can help you, give you the benefit of my
wisdom and experience. I’ll be loyal. I promise I will never
give you any reason to doubt my loyalty.”
Glow-worm’s mouth dropped open. He looked at the
genie. “Okay,” he said. “I’ve had enough of this. Send
him home.”
“Your wish is my command! Oh, goody. I’ve always
wanted to say that.” The genie moved to hover over Krulp.
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or dimension from whence you came!”
“Don’t you dare. . . ” said Krulp, but it was too late.
Already the genie was beginning to glow — something
magical was about to happen.
There was a rumbling; there was a grumbling; there was
a sudden chill in the air and the sinister smell of sulphur.
And then. . .
It started to rain.

It only rained a little bit, directly above Krulp’s head

and only above Krulp’s head; and the genie looked as if it
was straining to make even this happen. But still, it was
raining, and the indignant look on Krulp’s face was price-
less. Soon his robes were soaking wet, and the brightly
coloured moons, stars and magical symbols imprinted on
them began to run. Soon the robes were a messy purple
colour, as if they had been coloured by a very small child
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 Worst of all, Krulp’s magnificent hat began to dissolve.
Clearly, it was only papière maché.
“You really are a fake, aren’t you Mr Krulp?” said
Glow-worm, with a laugh.
Krulp sneezed. He had nothing to say, and indeed he
looked a very sorry sight. All the animals were laughing
at him now, and only the genie looked equally miserable.
“I’m very sorry, master,” said the genie. “That wasn’t
quite right.”
“That’s okay,” said Glow-worm. “Just try again, there’s
a good chap.”
The genie tried again. There was a flash of lightning,
and a very small thunder clap.
“Ouch,” said Krulp.
“Oops,” said the genie. “Third time lucky.”
He tried again. There was a flash of light, and suddenly
Krulp disappeared.
That is to say, only Krulp disappeared. His robes and
his hat (what was left of it) remained in a soggy heap
underneath the genie.
The would-be wicked magician had finally been sent
home. Admittedly, he had been sent home in the nude,
which would no doubt prove very embarrassing for him,
but this didn’t worry Glow-worm a great deal.
“Well done,” he said to the genie. “That’s got rid of
him.” And it was true, for there was no longer any sign
or sound of the evil magician. Even Nagle, with his super-
sensitive hearing could detect nothing of him.
“Right,” said Glow-worm, “let’s get back to Glow-boat
II and cast off. We’ve spent far too much time here al-
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 He, Sydney and Freddy turned to go, but Skipper and
Carl hung back. They were looking at each other.

“Just one, quick, wee little question, if you don’t mind?”

said Carl. “Would yon wee smoky thing be able to send
me home?”
“And me,” said Skipper. “Never signed up for this
adventure in the first place, and I’m not designed to be
an ocean goer. Or a mountaineer. And I definitely don’t
like encounters with creepy humans who can speak animal,
whether they’re really magical or not.”
This was not a possibility that had occurred to the
others. Glow-worm, however, was quick to make the most
of it.
“So,” he said, “you want to go home. Fair enough.
That means the rest of us will be able to go back to the
original Glow-boat, and bid farewell to Glow-boat II.”
But Sydney and Freddy weren’t listening. Now they
were looking at each other.
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 “Could we?” said Freddy, eagerly. “Could we really?
No more adventures? Back to where it’s safe?”
“Yes,” said Sydney, “all of us.” He looked at Glow-
worm. “Couldn’t we?”
“You could, if you wanted to,” said Glow-worm. “I
couldn’t. I haven’t finished going around the world yet.”
“But Glow-worm. . . ”
“It’s all right. I shall be quite able to manage by myself.
That was my original plan, after all.”
Carl looked relieved. “Och, I’m glad it’s not just me.
I’d have felt a bit bad if it had just been me. But since we
all want to do it, that’s okay. Wee cloudy fellow? Can you
send me and my pals home?”
The genie shimmered a bit. “I can only do you one at
a time,” he said, “and I’ll need my master to tell me to do
it.”
All the animals looked at Glow-worm. He nodded his
head, slowly. “Of course,” he said. “If that’s what you
want. Thank you all for your help. I shall miss you.”
“Your wish,” said the genie, “is my command.” He
turned to Carl. “Stand very still,” he said, “just in case.”
So it was that Carl the Highland cow (standing very
still) and Skipper the Kangaroo (trembling, ever so slightly)
were sent home, using all the magic that the genie knew.
It was a sad farewell, but even Glow-worm had to admit it
was the right thing to do. Taking a large bull on a voyage
around the world was not an easy thing to do, even with
a big enough boat. Even Skipper had been hard to feed.
So really, there were no regrets.
Now it was time to send Sydney and Freddy home. But
Sydney was still worried. He just didn’t feel right about
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 “Please come with us,” he said to Glow-worm.
“No thank you,” said Glow-worm. “I am not going
home by magic. I am going home by boat. You two can
go home by magic, though, if you like. It’s perfectly all
right with me.”
Sydney and Freddy looked at each other. They sighed.
They couldn’t abandon Glow-worm now, even if they wanted
to. They had been with him since the beginning, so they
would have to stay with him until the end.
“All right,” said Sydney. “We’ll stay with you. We’ve
come this far, so we might as well go the rest of the way.”
Glow-worm was delighted. He glowed even more than
usual. “You’re sure?”
Sydney and Freddy sighed. “Yes,” they said. “We’re
sure.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Glow-worm, cheerfully. “Now

then. What about Nagle?”
Nagle was looking sleepy. He wasn’t used to staying up
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 “Do you want to come with us?”
“No. I want to go back to my cave, please. I need a
rest. I’m not used to working these long hours. Nice to
meet you, Freddy. Nice to meet the rest of you, too.” With
a big yawn, Nagle opened his leathery wings and flapped
away.
Now there was only the genie to worry about.
“Shall we take him with us?” said Sydney. “It might
be useful to have a genie around, even one who can only
do one piece of magic and make it rain.”
“No,” said Glow-worm. “It wouldn’t be right. If we
have magical help on the voyage, people might think we’d
cheated. I think I will offer the genie his freedom.”
At this, the genie looked alarmed. “No,” he cried, “not
that! I haven’t finished my correspondence course yet!
They’ll kick me out if I’m free!”
“Why would they do that?”
“Because I wouldn’t be a real genie then. Please don’t
do that.”
“We could put him back in his bottle,” suggested Freddy.
“He’d have more time to study that way.”
Glow-worm looked worried. “He’d also be available for
the next Mr Krulp who came along, and I really don’t
like that idea at all. No, I think if the genie must have a
master, I’d rather it was me.”
The genie looked relieved. “Oh, thank you master.
What is your command?”
Glow-worm thought. “I think,” he said, “that it might
be better if you finish your studies first. Take as long as
you like; take hundreds of years if you want to. Then I will
have thought of some commands for you. Some big ones,
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 The genie shivered with excitement. “Ooh,” it said.
“Thank you master!”
“And in the meantime,” said Glow-worm, “you can
keep Nagle company.”
“Your wish,” said the genie, with joy, “is my com-
mand!” At once he disappeared in a puff of smoke, or
at least in a splash of drizzle.
Everyone was gone now, except for the three animals
who had started the voyage together. Sydney and Freddy
both looked rather sad. But Glow-worm was happy.
“Right,” said Glow-worm. “Now that everyone else is
sorted out, let’s go home.”
And they did.

It wasn’t a straightforward job to get Glow-boat launched

again. For a long time it had been parked on board Glow-
boat II as (more or less) luggage, and the three remaining
members of Glow-worm’s crew were all very small ani-
mals. But Glow-worm was ingenious, and by virtue of his
extreme cunning, a pulley system rigged up by a combi-
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a very complicated spider’s web and a strong and willing
frog, Glow-boat was returned to the ocean. The three ex-
plorers returned to their posts, Glow-worm made a speech,
and they set off on the last leg of their journey.
Off they sailed, through high seas and low, under sun
and stars, always steering a true course. Sydney completed
his studies of navigation, and could now steer the boat
just as well as Glow-worm, and even Freddy made some
progress in his efforts to learn how to read.
“B is for square thing” he declared, happily.
“Good try,” said Glow-worm.
Eventually, after another month at sea, Freddy sighted
land. It looked vaguely familiar to Glow-worm.
“That’s funny,” said Freddy. “Glow-worm seems to
know where we are.”
It was a while before the other animals realised what
it meant. Sydney got it first.
“It’s where we started from, Freddy! It’s home! Glow-
worm did it. He’s sailed around the world!”
But Freddy didn’t quite get it. “It can’t be home,” he
said. “We haven’t turned round yet. How could we get
home without turning the boat round?”
Sydney explained about the world being round.
“Like a dinner plate?”
“No. Like a ball.”
Freddy thought about this. “It can’t be. The sea would
fall off the bottom.”
Glow-worm tried to explain about gravity.
“Oh,” said Freddy. “Now I understand. Now it makes
sense. I suppose it must be very sticky gravy? And to
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 Sydney and Glow-worm stopped trying to explain. It
was time to steer the boat back into it’s own harbour.
“What will you and Freddy do now that the voyage is
over?” Glow-worm asked Sydney.
Night was closing in, but the moon and stars were com-
ing out, so the animals could still see what they were doing.
“I don’t know,” said Sydney, “I haven’t really had time
to think about it.”
“You could stay with me,” said Glow-worm, “and be
my assistants.”
“Why will you need assistants? You’ve done what you
set out to do, you’ve sailed around the world. Aren’t you
going to go back to being an ordinary glow-worm now?”
Glow-worm gave him a look. “I don’t think so.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Keep exploring, of course!” Glow-worm looked up at
the stars, glowing down on him. He glowed back. “World’s
without end,” he said, dreamily. “I’m sure we’ll find some-
thing to do!”
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