Ameliajayne was walking by herself through the wet, green undergrowth, when she came across a clearing. It was a beautiful place and soon she realised she was standing on the stump of an old tree that had been cut down long ago. Standing amongst the moss and plum-stones Ameliajayne wished more than anything that her friends were with her. Then, staring at a big fungus at her feet that looked like a boulder, Ameliajayne wondered what other strange things she would find.
“Mmmm...help me Ameliajayne, I’m stuck!”
“Be careful Sammy, stay clear of the edge.”
“Oh dear,” cried Ameliajayne, “are you alright Sammy?”