And the camping trip had been going so well.
‘AGHHHH,’ screamed Simon.
‘AGHHHH,’ screamed Whippet, as he clung to a slippery plank. ‘We’re all going to die!’
‘Nobody’s going to die,’ said Lucy, hanging beside Whipped, gripping on to the edge of a dangling plank by her right hand, ‘but the next few minutes are going to be a little adventurous.’
I let Random.org select a page for me, and after some tries, I settled on the last option, page 25.
The next morning Crafty awoke to see the dawn light pink against the pointy window of his little room. He didn’t rush to get out of bed – he was still thinking about his childhood. Tears came into his eyes as, once again, he pictured his mother kneeling on the cold flags and weeping.
Ingredients: Monsters, lots of laughs, answers, broken fourth walls, Christmas, candy
Merry Trogmanay everyone, and welcome to the Nothing to See Here Hotel, enjoy your stay, but be warned of ghosts, evil going-ons, and oh yes, we hope you don’t mind snow as we have some of our Yeti friends over.
Today is 8-11, so I turned that around and picked a fun teaser from page 118.
‘Ladies and gentlemen! Dad called over the chitter-chatter.
‘And tooth fairieth!’ the Molar Sisters piped up.
‘EVERYONE!’ Dad yelled, cutting off the rest of the crowd before anyone else could join in. ‘It is with happiness in my haunches and armfuls of Trogmanay cheer that I’d like to welcome you all to our summery… ermm… wintery trog-hog feats.’