“Monster!” Alexander shrieked.
Alarmed, Alexander could not see where he was heading, and crashed into the tent.
The tent started moving, and Alexander started oinking anxiously. Mycroft and Pim sprang up.
“Mycroft, d-d-did you hear that? D-d-did you hear that monster scream? D-d-did you feel the tent move?” asked Pim, shaking with fear.
“I heard, what I heard, and since I heard what I heard, we must investigate NOW!”
“M-M-Mycroft, someone must have pig-napped Alexander, because he was here when we went to sleep, and he isn’t here now! And if s-s-somebody pig-napped Alexander, that someone wants to zebra-nap and hedgehog-nap us too.”
“Silly stuff,” Mycroft said. “Here’s what we have to do: Firstly – we must stay calm. Secondly - find a logical explanation. Thirdly… ”
The tent started to shake so hard, that Mycroft and Pim thought it would fall down.
“. . . thirdly, we must investigate!” Mycroft finished his thoughts.
“Right here, right now, my dear Pim. We’ll investigate!”
Mycroft and Pim went out of the tent. Pim was firmly holding Mycroft’s hoof. Around the tent they went. Pim’s prickles seemed to be standing up on his back, higher and higher.
“Don’t panic, don’t panic! Be logical, be practical!” Mycroft ordered.
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