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terrible dream I had about them,’ he thought. ‘But wait a minute. What if this is the dream now and what I think I dreamt about was really real? What if I’m really asleep and I’m only dreaming that I’m awake?’
    Selby sighed.
    â€˜I give up,’ he said, closing his eyes again. ‘There is no way it could be true. I can’t believe I even dreamt those terrible things about the Trifles. They are the loveliest people in the whole world.’

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    â€˜Horse poo,’ Mrs Trifle announced.
    â€˜I beg your pardon?’ Dr Trifle looked down from the top of his latest invention in the back yard. ‘Have I done something wrong?’
    â€˜No, I just said horse poo. They’re giving it away at the Slippery Saddles Riding School. I got some for my vegetable garden,’ Mrs Trifle said, putting down two plastic bags. ‘Do you have to work on that machine today? Don’t you know we’re having a barbecue out here? You haven’t forgotten that Jetty and the boys are coming over, have you?’
    â€˜I haven’t and that’s why I’ve made it.’
    â€˜That doesn’t make sense.’
    â€˜Yes, it does. Your vegie garden is doing so well that I’ve invented this VDM.’
    â€˜A VDM?’
    â€˜A Vegie-Dog Machine.’
    Selby lay amongst the pumpkins in the cool of the garden, hidden by their leaves. But at the sound of the word ‘dog’ he pricked up his ears.
    â€˜A vegie-dog is a hotdog made just from vegetables and spices,’ Dr Trifle explained. ‘It’s a nice change from the usual meaty, greasy, fatty ones, don’t you think?’
    â€˜Yes, they sound lovely.’
    â€˜Well, using my new VDM we can swing this conveyor belt out over the vegie garden, chuck on the vegies, which then go through the machine and come out the other end fully cooked and sizzling hot. When the guests arrive we’ll bung the vegies on the belt and the dogs will drop out onto their plates at the other end like raindrops in a spring rain.’
    â€˜That sounds very poetic but does it work?’
    â€˜I don’t know,’ Dr Trifle said, scratching his head. ‘Let’s give it a burl.’
    Dr Trifle turned on the machine. There was a whirring and grinding as lights flashed and thebelt started moving. Dr Trifle swung the contraption out over the vegetable garden.
    â€˜Watch!’ the doctor said grabbing a handful of zucchinis and another handful of carrots.
    Suddenly Aunt Jetty’s dreadful sons, Willy and Billy, burst into the back yard.
    â€˜You’re very early,’ Mrs Trifle said. ‘Where’s your mother?’
    â€˜She said we could come over now,’ Billy said.
    â€˜She said we could play with that poopie doggie,’ Willy said.
    â€˜Don’t you use that language around here,’ Mrs Trifle snapped.
    â€˜I’m sorry, Auntie,’ Willy said. ‘Where is he?’
    â€˜Frankly, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him all morning. Now, if you boys are good your uncle will show you how his new Vegie-Dog Machine works.’
    â€˜Oh, goody goody!’ Billy said. ‘Look, Willy! Unkie’s going to make a dog!’
    â€˜I’m going to make hotdogs out of vegetables,’ Dr Trifle said, putting the vegies on the conveyor belt.
    â€˜Hang on!’ Mrs Trifle said, as the vegetables disappeared past the hanging strips of rubberand into the machine. ‘You forgot to wash them! They’re covered in dirt!’
    Dr Trifle just smiled as a jet of water blasted the vegetables inside the machine.
    â€˜Presto, cleano,’ he said.
    Suddenly, there was a mighty crunching noise that sounded like
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
only a lot louder than that.
    â€˜Grab a plate from the table, boys, and follow me!’ Dr Trifle said, running around to the front of the machine.
    They all waited, listening to the most startling noises.
    â€˜That