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It sounds so weird: it was wobbled. You can’t say that!
    â€˜That was a joke,’ says Dad. But he’s looking grim enough.
    â€˜I’m allergic to jokes,’ says Peter. He pushes Lackilug’s face in again.
    â€˜True,’ says Mum, ‘but the tablecloth is allergic to chocolate. It breaks out in terrible spots from chocolate.’
    â€˜And sunburn!’ Konrad laughs even louder.
    If one more joke is made about the tipping over of the chocolate, Peter is sure to cry. You can tell by looking at him, Mum says. She can read Peter’s and Konrad’s faces like a book. Especially when they are telling lies.
    Konrad can’t do this. One time he stood in front of the mirror and said loudly, ‘We have a red Golf.’ That was a lie, because they have a blue Passat. In any case, there was nothing whatever to be seen in his face. He told Mum this.
    â€˜I mean it metaphorically,’ said Mum. ‘Sometimes people say something that doesn’t mean what it seems to mean, but means something else, in a transferred kind of way.’
    â€˜Hmm,’ Konrad said.
    â€˜Okay,’ says Dad. ‘Let’s just leave it at that for now.’
    Mum says good night.
    â€˜So, where were we?’ says Dad.
    At the secret of the crystal, of course. And the question of why the forest snake had to guard it.
    â€˜Well,’ says Dad. ‘It’s hard to say. To be honest – the snake doesn’t know why it is supposed to guard the crystal.’
    â€˜Hmm,’ says Konrad.
    There’s no doubt about it, this forest snake story just hasn’t got any pizzazz.
    â€˜Or to put it more accurately,’ says Dad, ‘the forest snake does know that it is supposed to guard the crystal, and that this is its most important task, but what it doesn’t know is why it has to guard the crystal. Basically, it’s a bit like Peter and knocking the chocolate over. We do know that he always knocks it over, but we don’t know why he does it. Ha ha, ha ha!’
    No one laughs except Dad.
    â€˜Right,’ he says. ‘So, anyway, the forest snake is a bit nervous, because there is something that it has to do. At this stage, the members of the expedition have got all excited because their sensitive instruments – ’
    â€˜Thermometers!’ Peter interrupts.
    â€˜ – right, because their sensitive thermometers are giving the most astonishing readings. Obviously, there is some sort of compacted and impenetrable lump of something under the extraordinary mound. A rare substance. Maybe a substance that has not yet been discovered. In a word, a sensational find. The scientists are totally out of their trees. “The Nobble Prize!” they keep shouting, “The Nobble Prize is ours!” ’
    â€˜What’s the Nobble Prize?’ asks Peter from behind Lackilug the mouse.
    â€˜You get the Nobble Prize for important discoveries and inventions,’ says Dad. ‘It was founded by Ernst AugustNobble, the inventor of the game of Ludo, and it is awarded once a year.’
    â€˜Huh?’ says Konrad. ‘Huh’ is a more intense form of ‘Hmm’.
    â€˜Yes,’ says Dad. ‘Of course you know Ludo, widely agreed to be the most boring and depressing board game in the whole world. The game that makes Peter and Konrad Bantelmann whinge way more than all other boardgames put together. Ernst August Nobble invented this game. And when he heard later how children all over the world cry when they are knocked out of the game just as they are about to reach Home, and how the mothers and fathers get so bored that it drives them mad, then Ernst August Nobble looked into his soul and he said he wanted to make amends and that he wanted to establish a terrific prize that would really do something great for humanity.’
    â€˜Hmm,’ says Konrad.
    â€˜Exactly,’ says Dad. ‘And of course, every scientist wants to get