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    â€œWe’ll be back in a minute,” called Cam.
    â€œDon’t be long,” said Gramps, holding his cheese up to the light.
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    They stepped outside just in time to see Primula Mold rise up into the blue sky in a bright yellow hot air balloon. Fungus’ head popped up over the side of the basket, his ears swinging in the wind. They just caught sight of Miss Mold’s smug face as she soared up and over the marquees, rubbing her lucky Stilton.
    â€œShe must have hired a balloon to take her to Siberia,” said Cam. “I bet it cost a fortune.”
    They watched the large yellow globe shrink to the size of a lemon as it got further and further away.
    â€œI’ve got to enter this competition,” declared Bert, “with or without Gramps. Primula Mold must not win!”
    â€œI can’t let you go on your own,” said Cam. “What if you win and get all the glory? I’m entering too.”
    â€œNo! Your big butter-toes will just get in my way.”
    â€œIt will be your pea-brain that gets in the way,” snapped Cam. “You don’t even know where Siberia is.”
    Bert frowned. “Somewhere near London?”
    â€œTry northern Russia!”
    â€œOK, smarty pants,” he sniffed, “you can come as far as Russia with me if you can think of a way to get us there. Then we’ll split up.”
    Cam rolled her eyes and took another look at the golden leaflet detailing the rules.
    â€œNeither of us will be going anywhere unless we have Gramps’ permission,” she muttered. “We need a letter from him to get registered, and that’s not going to happen.”
    They stood for a moment staring at the rules.
    â€œI’ve got an idea,” murmured Bert, looking all around him.
    â€œThat’s a first,” said Cam.
    â€œYou could do it,” he whispered. “You could write the letter of consent and sign it from Gramps. I would do it but my writing looks like a load of squashed flies.”
    â€œI’m not forging a letter!” cried Cam. “That’s cheating! Gramps would be furious.”
    â€œHe would soon forgive us when we arrive home with all the ingredients for the moose cheese,” said Bert. “I think Gramps wants us to enter the competition – he just doesn’t know it yet. He said that part of him would like to go. Well, we are part of him – we are his grandchildren. The only reason he won’t give us a real letter of consent is because he thinks collecting the ingredients will be too dangerous. But if we ask him after we get them all, then everything will be OK. This letter is just temporary. We need it to get registered.”
    â€œI don’t know,” sighed Cam. “He’s still going to be mad if we leave without telling him.”
    Bert shook his head. “The most important thing is that Gramps would like nothing better than to beat Primula Mold,” he said. “So, one of us has to win this competition – for him!”
    Cam nodded slowly. “OK,” she said, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching. “You’re right.”
    She pulled a pen out of her pocket, turned the leaflet over and wrote carefully on the back.
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    To Whom It May Concern:
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    I, Cornelius Curd, give my consent as legal guardian for Camilla and Bert Curd to take part in The Great Moose Cheese Chase.
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    Yours sincerely,
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    C. Curd
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    â€œI’m impressed,” whispered Bert. “You’re normally such a goody-goody.”
    Cam turned pink.
    â€œI’m doing this for Gramps!” she hissed. “Come on, let’s see if it works.”
    They walked towards the royal enclosure, past three huge hot air balloons tethered to the ground. One of them was the Crown Balloon. Its large golden basket was tied to four posts with red satin ropes. They stopped to look inside. A golden throne with a cushioned seat took