sorry,’ he said again.
Stupendous Sue stepped forward. ‘Well, I accept your apology, George,’ she said, and the crowd murmured their agreement. ‘Now,’ she announced, ‘it’s time we all made our way to the hall to hear The Daring Dynamo’s speech. Thank you, Marvellous Maud,’ she added, turning to address the sheep. ‘You’ve done well. Very well indeed.’
Ernie thought he would burst with pride as Maud trotted over to join him and the members of the Superheroes Society (Baxter Branch).
Strolling slowly across the field towards the assembly hall with the others, Ernie caught a glimpse of a duck talking animatedly to a tall, dashing man dressed all in red standing at the edge of the field. The duck was gesturing with her wings to George, and once her left wing seemed to point at Maud, then at Ernie.
The dark-haired man nodded thoughtfully, then glanced in the direction the duck was pointing.
When Ernie caught a look at the man’s face, his heart almost stopped. It was The Daring Dynamo!
SEVEN
It felt strange to Ernie to be sitting back in the same seat in the front row of the assembly hall after everything that had happened since Super Whiz’s speech. It felt especially strange to be so close to his hero, The Daring Dynamo. He had always seemed like a distant figure who only existed on TV—but no, he was real, and he was so close Ernie could almost reach out and touch him.
‘Good afternoon, fellow superheroes,’ TheDaring Dynamo began. ‘And what an action packed afternoon it has been.’
Many members of the audience murmured their agreement.
‘On witnessing the happy resolution of what looked like a certain tragedy, I have started to question the nature of heroism. What, my dear colleagues, is a hero? Is it the bravest, strongest and fastest among us?’
As The Daring Dynamo stood up straight, his muscles bulging, Ernie began to nod, as did many others.
‘Or is a hero the most intelligent and wise among us?’
Ernie saw Super Whiz nodding.
‘I think not,’ said The Daring Dynamo simply, provoking gasps from the audience. ‘Let us consider the actions of Marvellous Maud of Baxter Branch,’ he continued, gesturing to the front row, where Maud sat dumbstruck. ‘Did not this heroic sheep transform a vicious,terrifying chicken monster into an ordinary young man?’
The superheroes in the audience had to admit it was so.
The Daring Dynamo was right, Ernie realised. The Chicken George who had stolen Stupendous Sue’s speech and The Daring Dynamo’s hot-air balloon was a far different character to the young man who now sat between Maud and Clementine in the front row.
‘And how did she do that?’ The Daring Dynamo asked. ‘By listening!’
A hush fell over the crowd.
‘When face to face with this young man who had been hastily condemned as a villain,Marvellous Maud did not judge him. Instead, she sought to uncover the nature of his problem. And when he spoke, she listened.
‘Now, thanks to Marvellous Maud, we understand young George’s actions. Although he has behaved very badly, I propose that we should also recognise his achievements, for he has proved himself to be faster and fleeter than the fastest and fleetest! As such, I think we should also consider the fact that he has much to contribute.’
‘Hear, hear!’ came scattered cries from the audience.
‘But wait!’ The Daring Dynamo held up his hand. ‘I would now like to turn your attention to another hero to emerge from today’s incident.’
To Ernie’s utter astonishment, The Daring Dynamo was pointing at him!
‘It was Extraordinary Ernie,’ The Daring Dynamo informed the audience, ‘who clung so bravely to the rope of the balloon as it sailed above the treetops. Was he afraid? Yes!’
Ernie cringed, waiting for the cries of horror and disgust. But The Daring Dynamo wasn’t finished.
‘Yes, he was afraid. But did that stop him? No! When he saw his partner in trouble, he didn’t stop to think of