7 Banarnia

CHAPTER 7 Banarnia Terry and I hurry to the garbage dump and start climbing. 'I love the dump,' says Terry. 'You never know what you're going to find.' 'Well, I hope we find Mr Big Nose's grandchildren,' I say. 'That's what we're here for,

remember?' 'Oh yeah,' says Terry. 'I forgot. Hey, look what I found! It's a medal! It says WORLD'S GREATEST DA.' 'What's a DA?' I say. 'I don't know,' says Terry, putting it around his neck, 'but whatever it is, I'm the greatest one in the world!'

'Congratulations, Terry,' I say, 'but you'll be a dead DA if we don't find those kids.' 'Good point, Andy,' says Terry. 'Alice! Albert! Where are you?' I see a little face peering out of the garbage. 'Terry!' I call. 'I've found the baby!'

I reach into the rubbish, grab hold of the baby and pull it towards me. But it's not the baby! It's a telephone with a cute little face.

'That's not the baby!' says Terry. 'Well I know that now!' I say. 'But it looked like the baby when it was buried in rubbish and all I could see was its cute little face.' 'Never mind,' says Terry. 'Look on the bright side: at least now you've got a telephone with a cute little face.'

'Yes,' I say, 'and when you pull it along its eyes go up and down, see?'