Mega Sleepover 2

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“No,” I said for her, “she’s entering Rosie’s hamster.”

Snowy Owl looked at Dave. “Well, I suppose that’s allowed.”

“Yeah,” said Dave. “Why not?” And he winked at us. “We won’t tell anyone.”

“So, where is he?”

“In her pocket,” said Rosie. Snowy Owl frowned.

“Oh, it’s OK, he likes it,” said Kenny.

“Well, what’s his name?”

Fliss looked at Rosie, who looked straight at me. Why do people always expect me to come up with ideas? My mind went to jelly for a second or two, then I suddenly said, “Hammy.”

“Hammy the Hamster?” said Dave, not very impressed. But Snowy Owl wrote it down. “Room three, with Kenny. Here’s your number.”

Fliss looked at the number she was holding out and almost burst into tears. “Sorry about that,” said her Auntie Jill. “Luck of the draw, I’m afraid.”

We moved away from the table, into the corridor.

“Number Thirteen. Just my luck,” said Fliss.

“Well, at least we’ve got the first bit over,” I said. It might have been the first, but it wasn’t the worst. That came later.

The door opened. Suddenly we could hear everyone oohing and aahing and making a fuss in the foyer. Who do you think had just walked in? Yes, you’ve guessed: the dreaded M&Ms. And when we saw Emma Hughes’s dog, we nearly all went home.

I’d never seen a dog so white. You almost needed sunglasses to look at her. Rosie, who knows about different kinds of dogs, said she was a husky. Her fur was long and soft and she looked as if she’d had a bath in milk. So this was the famous Duchess of Drumshaw The Third.

You could see straight away she was going to win. Everyone was saying, “Oh, what a beautiful dog! Oh, isn’t she absolutely gorgeous.” And other sickly things like that. I’m not saying she wasn’t a really cute dog, but so are Pepsi and Jenny and no one was making a fuss of them.