They ran.
They ran across the warm-web thing. But it wasn’t good for running on! Their feet kept falling into the open bits of the blanket and snagging in the tiny hairs of the wool.
They kept expecting something to whack down on them. But the Hoo-Min was looking for something to hit them with. That gave them a few moments, long enough to reach the edge of the bed.
They headed straight down. Luckily they found the bed-leg and slid down it head-first.
Then they were on the floor. They ran across it like mad, heading for the door. They could see it now.
The Hoo-Min had found something to hit them with. It was a rolled-up newspaper, but they didn’t know that. All they knew was that something came down – CRASH! – just behind them as they ran.
They shot forward, faster than ever.
The Hoo-Min could see them quite plainly. He saw the way they were running. There was nothing wrong with his eyes, or his aim. Yet he kept missing them.
The reason was, he just couldn’t believe how fast they were running. He aimed at where he thought they would be, but by the time the newspaper landed, they were always a little bit further on.
They reached the door of the showerroom. The newspaper came down WHACK! against the crack under the door. It just caught Harry’s back feelers as he raced under it. He felt it, and it hurt, but it didn’t stop him.
Before the Hoo-Min could get the door open and follow them, they had shot across the tiles to the drainage hole and dropped down it.
What would you have done if you’d been the Hoo-Min? If you’d burst into the shower-room and seen those two centis disappearing down the drainage hole?
You’d have turned on the shower – right?
Right. And that’s just what the Hoo-Min did.
