The first awake the morning that followed was Eittol, she was wide awake and hunting round for rabbits, her sleek toned body zigzagged in and out of the trees like a serpent weaving through the long grass. She came close to catching one but the smell of cheese on toast hit her nostrils at the rate of a locomotive on a down ward home stretch. 

         She followed her nose to a wicker basket covered by a gingham tea towel. As she lifted the tea towel corner with her small front teeth and flicked it back to reveal the yummy toast, the smell was almost overwhelming, licking her lips as she salivated and grabbed at a slice of toast. Four chomps with her strong jaws and it were gone, and then the next one and the next and finally the last one slid down into her tummy. As she looked at the empty basket she did feel a small, well miniscule bit guilty for eating all the toast and not sharing it with the others but hey, they were not the early birds were they and you know what they say!

         Jumping up and down in the bushes was a Glom; he was sort of like a mischievous Pixie but worse. His arms and legs were long and thin as was his nose. He wore a gold jacket and red panty looms and a bowler hat that sat on top of his pointy ears. Underneath his hat he had bright yellow hair, his tongue was black as were his feet and hands. He laughed as he jumped up and down and patted himself on the back, just as Eittol started to stagger around the leafy ground. Her eyes spun round like Catherine wheels; her tail did a walk like an Egyptian and she howled like Scooby Doo.

         Chaz, Haz and Yolf woke with a start at the sound of the terrible howling, they ran out from the shelter expecting to find Eittol injured or with a limb missing but the funny sight stopped them in their tracks. Eittol had by then stood up on her hind legs and pretended to play air guitar, the howling was her rendition of High Way to hell. The two boys and Yolf fell about laughing until their sides hurt and tears streamed from their eyes.