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Bruce (who was serving twelve months for poisoning his brother’s aspidistra).
    ‘Don’t worry,’ said Nanny Piggins. ‘If you quickly hurry back along the tunnel, perhaps they won’t have noticed you’ve gone.’
    ‘Good idea,’ said Steve.
    And so, all forty prisoners rushed out into the backyard and over to Nanny Piggins’ hole. But theydid not jump in. Because someone was waiting for them.
    Standing at the bottom of the pit was a very angry-looking man.
    ‘Who’s that?’ asked Nanny Piggins. ‘And why is he in my hole?’
    ‘It’s the Governor,’ whispered Steve. ‘He’s in charge of the prison.’
    ‘Hello,’ said Nanny Piggins, optimistically adding, ‘would you like a sticky bun?’
    But the Governor just ignored her and yelled directly at the prisoners. ‘I’m personally going to see to it that all of you have your sentences tripled! Digging an escape tunnel and breaking out is unforgivable. But to do it right before lunch, when chef has been slaving all morning over a lovely casserole, is despicable. You should be ashamed of yourselves!’
    The prisoners all hung their heads.
    ‘I wish he wouldn’t yell’ said Boris, who, being a sensitive bear, had hidden in the compost heap.
    ‘But it’s not their fault,’ interrupted Nanny Piggins. ‘They didn’t dig the tunnel out. I dug the tunnel in.’
    The Governor turned to look at Nanny Piggins. He had never been interrupted by a pig before, letalone one so glamorous, but he was too cross to let that affect him. ‘ You dug the tunnel?!’ he roared. ‘You organised this mass breakout from my prison?!’
    ‘Yes,’ admitted Nanny Piggins truthfully.
    ‘Then I’m going to see to it that you go to jail for fifty years!’ exclaimed the Governor.
    The Green children were horrified. Fifty years was an enormously long time to be without their nanny. And they knew there was no chance of Nanny Piggins getting out early for good behaviour. Good behaviour was not her strong point.
    ‘All right,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    ‘All right?!’ exclaimed the children. Surely their nanny could not be giving up that easily.
    ‘If you’ll just step into the house for a moment while I powder my nose,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    Now the children knew Nanny Piggins was up to something. She never talked about ‘powdering her nose’. If she was going to the toilet, she would say ‘I’m going to the toilet’. Apart from anything else, she did not have a nose, she had a snout. So they followed her into the house to see what would happen next.
    ‘While you’re waiting,’ suggested Nanny Piggins to the Governor, ‘have a sticky bun.’
    Now these sticky buns looked particularlygood. Even a professionally miserable man like the Governor found them hard to resist. There was snowy white icing sugar on top, then thick gooey cream as well as great big globs of strawberry jam inside, so altogether it was too much for any man to resist. Especially a man who’d only had muesli for breakfast.
    ‘I am feeling a bit peckish,’ he admitted.
    By the time Nanny Piggins returned from pretending to ‘powder her nose’, the Governor was polishing off his seventh sticky bun. There was icing sugar and jam all over his face. And a big dollop of cream on his tie.
    ‘These sticky buns are spectacular,’ gushed the Governor.
    ‘I know,’ said Nanny Piggins, because she was always truthful but rarely modest.
    ‘And this hot chocolate is so … so … so chocolatey,’ added the Governor.
    Which made Nanny Piggins blush with pride, because really, there is no greater compliment.
    ‘It’s just a shame I can’t invite you over to morning tea again,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    ‘You can’t?’ said the Governor. He looked like he was going to cry.
    ‘No, if I’m serving a fifty-year jail term, I doubtI’ll find the time to make sticky buns,’ said Nanny Piggins.
    ‘Oh,’ said the Governor.
    ‘And I won’t get to be in your prison,’ continued Nanny Piggins. ‘I’ll