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entrance and scurried inside. He
kept his head down while he ate his lamb stew and Welsh cakes, in case Sally Butterworth tried to embarrass him again.
    ‘Where’s Silly Bottyburp?’ asked Matthew, gazing around the enormous tent. ‘She’s not here. What’s she up to?’
    ‘If we’re lucky, she’s been captured by aliens and taken to the planet Zigga-bigga-fafa-iggy-dig 9,’ replied Danny.
    At that moment he spotted Sally’s bright red pigtails as she sauntered back into the wigwam.
    ‘No such luck,’ he said, ducking down again. ‘She’s just been to the Pee-pee Teepees!’
    The lunch bowls were collected, and Bush blew hard on his duck whistle. QUACK! QUAAAAAAACK!
    ‘First to get to the woodland bottom-shuffling course gets a point for their team! Look lively!’
    The kids charged through the tunnel and headed for their boots.
    ‘Where’s my welly?’ demanded Danny, seeing that he only had one boot.
    ‘And mine?’ said Matthew.
    ‘And mine?’ chorused the other boys.
    ‘There they are!’ shouted Danny’s classmate Jimmy Sedgley, pointing to the roof of the boys’ hut. It was strewn with the missing wellingtons.

    ‘The Welsh Welly Fairies must have flung them up there while you were eating,’ suggested Sally, charging off into the forest with the rest of the girls.
    ‘That’s not fair!’ said Danny, pulling on his single boot and hopping after her. The other boys did the same, but they didn’t stand a chance, and the girls easily won the
race.
    Danny looked at the fed-up faces of the other boys as they lined up for the woodland bottom-shuffle relay. ‘Come on, lads,’ he urged. ‘Let’s show those cheating girls
who’s best!’
    The boys bottom-shuffled as hard as they could, weaving between trees and rocks along the twisting, bumpy course, but the girls shuffled harder and once again were victorious.
    ‘I told you,’ taunted Sally. ‘This time, I’m going to be on the winning team!’
    As the kids made their way back through the woods to the huts, Danny spied some gloopy frog spawn bobbing stickily at the edge of a shallow pond, and a wicked idea popped into his head.
    ‘Where can I get a bucket?’ he said to Matt.
    That evening the kids returned to the Wygol-y-wigwam for supper and sing-song.
    ‘Save me a place, Matt,’ said Danny. ‘I need to go to the Pee-pee Teepees.’
    The clearing was deserted. Danny saw the rows of wellington boots lined up outside, boys on the left, girls on the right. He dashed round to the back of the boys’ hut where he’d
hidden a bucket of frog spawn. Danny slopped a dollop of the gloopy jelly-eggs into each of the girls’ wellingtons and hurried back to supper.

    The naughty Welsh Welly Fairies have been up to their tricks again,’ he whispered to Matthew, tucking into a Welsh spicy sausage.
    After supper and singing the camp song, Bunny announced, ‘Time for bed, kids! Ladies first!’
    Danny held his breath.
    Bunny led the girls out of the wigwam and the boys hurried out after them. Danny heard the lovely squelch and squish as the unsuspecting girls shoved their feet into their frogspawny boots.
    Sally Butterworth stormed up to Danny, frog eggs dripping down the sides of her wellingtons.

    ‘You!’ she yelled.
    ‘Me!’ he laughed. ‘This means WAR!’ declared Sally.
    ‘Bring it on!’ grinned Danny.

Tickety-boo!
    Poo-wiggly-wig Adventure Centre
    Wales
    Silly-billy-dilly-dally-bing-bang-bong, Mr Bibby!
    That’s the Poo-wiggly-wig greeting! Guess what? Sally Butterworth’s here. She’s still going on about that yucky kissing world record we set in Spain,
and she’s still mad about her team losing the football match against us, and the row we had about her jelly-lips wrecking my Mexican Jelly-wave.
    We were out in the woods yesterday doing a woodland bottom-shuffle relay race. When we woke up this morning, everyone was covered with Snowdonian Tiger Ticks. They’re
little stripy orange-and-black balls with short wriggly