Amelia Fang and the Lost Yeti Treasures. Laura Ellen Anderson

around and around again, before whizzing upwards and eventually slowing to a stop.

      The doors slid open with a DING.

      Amelia stood still for a moment until her head stopped spinning. Squashy was quite green and coughed up a gooey seed ball. She picked him up carefully and stumbled out of the lift on very wobbly legs.

      ‘Let’s take the stairs next time,’ said Amelia shakily, going to sit down on the floor. But as she did, something soft brushed past her leg, making her jump straight back up. ‘GRIEVING GOBBLEPOTS!’ she shrieked. But when Amelia looked down, nothing was there.

      Amelia clutched Squashy to her chest. Peering down the tunnel, over Squashy’s green-tinged and slightly floppy stalk, she noticed a small bump underneath the carpet. It moved towards Amelia quickly and then, as if by magic, it simply disappeared.