12 Return of the Fly

CHAPTER 12 RETURN OF THE FLY 'But it can't be the same fly,' said Terry. 'It was eaten by the bog toad—we saw it happen.'

'Actually,' said Jill, 'I don't think we did see it happen. We saw the bog toad try to eat the fly but when it opened its mouth, all the mud came gushing out. Maybe the bog toad didn't get a chance to swallow the fly.' The fly buzzed excitedly as if to confirm what Jill was saying. Or it could have just been buzzing because it was a really annoying fly.

'That's the sound we heard just before we were released from the belly of the bog toad!' said one of the blobs. 'Three cheers for the fly!' 'Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!' shouted the blobs. 'Let us sing!'

FLY, GLORIOUS FLY, BLACK SPEEDY AND FUZZY! FLY, GLORIOUS FLY, BRAVE HEROLC AND BUZZY. 'Go figure!' I whispered to Terry and Jill. 'On Earth

that fly was just an annoying pest, but here on Blobdromeda it's a hero!' 'I'm just glad that the fly—and the blobs—are all okay!' said Jill. 'Well, I guess we should think about getting back home,' I said. 'Can't you stay here with us?' said the blob. 'We

could spend our days wallowing and singing in the mud together.' 'That sounds like fun,' I said, 'but we really have to get home and write our next book. We can't write it here—the mud would get all over the paper.' 'I understand,' said the blob. 'There's no place like home. But can we ask a favour before you go?' 'Of course,' I said. 'What is it?' 'Can your fly stay with us? We would honour it as a hero and it would give us great comfort to know it's here—just in case any blobs get swallowed by the bog toad in the future.'