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behind it. Towering trees with trunks as straight as pencils pressed in on the clearing, enclosing it like a fence. Clumps of daffodils burst from the ground for as far as
Danny could see, like little glowing fountains of green and gold in the shadowy forest.
    ‘Girls, follow me to the girls’ cabin,’ called Miss Dunderhead, stepping out of the coach and striding away to the yellow hut.
    ‘Lads are in the green cabin,’ said Mr ‘Polly’ Parrot. ‘Find a bed and unpack your things. If anyone wants the toilet, you’ll find them in the Pee-pee Teepees
on the far side of the giant wigwam in the middle of the camp.’
    Danny and Matthew grabbed their packs and raced across the muddy ground.
    ‘Bunk beds!’ exclaimed Danny as he pushed through the door at one end of the hut. ‘Ace!’
    ‘I bags the bottom bunk!’ said Matthew, diving on to the nearest empty bed.
    ‘I bags the top bunk!’ laughed Danny, clambering up the wooden ladder two steps at a time and hanging upside down making monkey noises at his friend.
    The ten other boys from Danny’s class charged into the hut to claim their bunks. They were soon followed by around ten boys from another school, and playful pillow fights broke out.
    ‘What school are you from?’ asked one of the new kids, bashing Danny over the head with his pillow.
    ‘Coalclough Primary,’ replied Danny, laughing and fighting back. ‘What about you?’
    ‘We’re from . . .’ But before the boy could answer, Mr ‘Polly’ Parrot yelled ‘QUIET!’ and the hut fell silent. ‘Leave your bags on your beds and
get over to the wigwam for the Welcome Powwow,’ he ordered. ‘Take your wellies off and leave them outside on the left of the entrance.’
    The boys funnelled out of the hut and hurried across the clearing.
    ‘Ace!’ gasped Danny as they entered the wigwam.
    ‘Cool!’ agreed Matthew.
    The curving canvas roof rose high above them like a massive cave. It was painted white and decorated all over with drawings of animals and trees. The floor was covered with colourful square
rugs, and the space buzzed with the excited chatter of dozens of kids sitting cross-legged on them.
    Teachers from the two schools directed the boys to one side of the wigwam and the girls to the other. Danny and Matthew found a space on a rug and sat down.
    Suddenly, with a loud cry of ‘Geronimo!’, a man and woman swung over the children’s heads into the wigwam on ropes, landing nimbly like cats in front of the audience. The man
had curly blond hair and wore a gooseberry-green sweatshirt. He raised a short wooden whistle to his lips and blew:
    ‘QUAAAAAAAACK! QUACK! QUACK!’

    ‘G’day!’ he yelled. ‘Welcome to the Wygol-y-wigwam, the biggest in the world! What a ripper gang of ankle-biters you are! My name’s Bradley Tucker, but you can
    call me “Bush”! I’m from Australia and I’ll be in charge of all these Bonzer Boys!’ He waved his arms, encouraging his side of the room to cheer loudly.
    The woman was dressed in a custard-yellow fleece and had pulled her long black hair into a flopping ponytail. ‘My name’s Bunny Grylls,’ she announced. ‘I’m an
Aussie too, and I’m Leader of the Gobsmacking Girls!’

    The girls’ side of the room tried to out-cheer the boys. Bunny blew hard on an owl whistle to settle the kids down again: ‘HOO-HOOOOOO! HOO-HOOOOOO!’
    ‘We’ve got oodles of awesome adventures, crazy crafts and cool competitions for you this week,’ Bunny continued. ‘And it’s boys versus girls all the way!’
    ‘But first, the Camp Rules,’ said Bush. ‘Number One: every time you meet one of your mates, you must use the camp greeting, which is:
Silly-billy-dilly-dally-bing-bang-bong!’
    The kids began to laugh and chatter again, until a blast on Bush’s duck whistle made them quiet once more.
    ‘Rule Number Two,’ said Bunny. ‘You get up at six thirty when you hear the Wakey-wakey Hooter.’ She gave three blasts on a klaxon horn. ‘And