A small Giggler ran into Giggler Headquarters. She was even smaller than the smallest Giggler. She was actually the smallest Giggler never seen. She was tiny – really, really tiny. But she had a big voice.
‘POO!’
‘Where?!’ said the biggest Giggler.
‘WE NEED MORE POO!’ the tiny, tiny Giggler explained.
‘Why?’
‘GROWN-UP JUST CALLED LITTLE BOY A FEATHER-HEAD!’
‘Why?’
‘NO REASON!’
‘Sure?’
‘NO REASON AT ALL!’
‘Right,’ said Biggest.
‘SAID IT THREE TIMES!’
‘Right, so,’ said Biggest. ‘We can’t be having that. The Giggler Treatment for him. We’ll need more poo.’
‘GROWN-UP HAS BIG FEET!’
‘Lots more poo,’ said the biggest Giggler. ‘Any sign of Rover?’