‘Mmmm, lummy!’ beamed Clod. He was sitting with Pong on the bank of a thin stream of water that ran out of the darkness towards the back of Great Gurty’s gullet. In the putrid water, bits of chewed-up fish and long strands of seaweed bobbed slowly past. ‘I’ve found din-dins!’ he shouted.
Malaria watched in delight as Clod and Pong started picking things out like greedy diners in a sushi restaurant. She sat next to her family and pulled a big globule of jellyfish from the stream. ‘Oh, lummy,’ she said, grinning. ‘It’s fresh!’
