13 The Last Chapter

CHAPTER 13 THE LAST CHAPTER Well, I'm glad that's over,' says Terry. 'Now we can all relax. I'm going back to frolic with the lambs in our beautiful sunny meadow.' 'And I'm going to keep tracking that high-flying, mountain-dwelling Joke Writer-snatcher,' says Jill.

'They are such fascinating creatures. They're even more rare than high-flying, mountain-dwelling worm- snatchers!' 'Hey, not so fast, you two!' I say. 'Aren't you forgetting something?'

'No, I don't think so,' says Terry. 'No, I can't think of anything either,' says Jill. 'Okay, then let me ask each of you a riddle,' I say. 'Oh, goody,' says Terry. 'I love riddles!' 'All right,' I say. 'Terry's riddle first. What's big and red and gets bigger and redder the angrier it gets and then explodes if a certain writer and illustrator don't get their book delivered by two-thirty today?'

'Hmmm,' says Terry, scratching his chin. 'Beats me.' 'MR BIG NOSE'S NOSE!' I yell. 'Yikes!' says Terry. 'But it's already two twenty- five! How are we going to get our book to him on time?' 'I don't know!' I say. 'But we'd better figure

something out... and fast!' 'Hang on,' says Jill. 'What's my riddle? You said you had one for me, too.' 'I sure do,' I say. 'What has 100 heads, 400 legs, lots of fur and is about to go to sleep for six months?'

'Oh, my goodness!' says Jill. 'The answer is 100 bears! We promised to read them your book before they go to sleep. You have to deliver it to Mr Big Nose or those poor bears will have to go into hibernation without their bear-time story!' 'I know!' I say. 'But how are we going to get our book