It was Wednesday, and Ms Garlic was talking about old bridges.
“The masonry deteriorates with time, due to icy winters and flood waters,” she said. “Every hundred years they need to be refurbished, or rebuilt which makes it difficult for them to accurately assess just how ancient a bridge is.”
The children of class four tried to listen and not get distracted. Apart from Ondine, who was reading her book.
“Oh no, we’re in homewares!” sighed Cecily.
“We must’ve gone too far” said Lizzy. She glanced around and was startled by a mannequin. “Oh my gosh!” she giggled, “I thought that was a real person.”
It was a real person, called Florence, who looked a lot like a mannequin. She was an alien from Io, the smallest of Jupiter’s largest moons.
“Why is there a mannequin here? Aren’t they for clothes and stuff?”
“She’s probably as lost as we are,” said Cecily.
Florence was not lost. She was a long way from home, but her friend Etta was coming to pick her up as soon as possible.
“Come on, people, we need to find socks for Cecily,” said Georgia.
“We’ve looked everywhere,” said Cecily.
“Maybe they don’t sell socks,” said Lizzy. “Do you think that mannequin is following us?”
“I, what?” said Cecily, baffled by the question. “No, of course not, don’t be silly!”
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