Amazing Stories: Twinkle Dust

The dog didn't drop it. The man was scratching his head.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Your dog's got my school Principal in its mouth!"

The man didn't believe me.

The dog swallowed the box and ran after the stick. I sat down and groaned. Now I was in big trouble. A plastic bag lay on the river bank. I put all the soggy match boxes into it and followed the man and the dog down the street. My class mates were calling out.

"Help! Help!"

Now they sounded like crickets. Chirp, chirp.

The man went a long way through town. He must have been keen on getting fit. I hoped the Principal was still alive. Maybe he was still inside the box inside the dog? Maybe the twinkle dust would keep him alive?

It was ages before the man got to his house. He stopped at the gate while the dog did something on the footpath. I didn't want to look at the something, but I knew I had to. The Principal might be there. I had to save his life somehow.

I got down on my hands and knees and looked at the blobs.

People looked sideways at me as they went past.

The Principal was there! His head was sticking out of a blob. He was completely stuck in it. I found a piece of paper on the footpath and picked the blob up. It smelled really bad.

Now I had to get home again.

It was a long way. Right across town. I walked and walked. Things are always a lot further away when you're short. I was really tired already after all the chasing down the river.

But I got there. Now that I was home, what could I do? Mum wouldn't want me bringing dog poo into the house but I had to do something to fix the mess!

I went to the garage. It was empty. I turned on the light and put all the soggy match boxes and the dog poo on the work bench. "Let us out!" squeaked my class mates.

"No!" I said.