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Now, we, the letters of the alphabet, are in a complete muddle as to how best to tell this part of the story because so many people weren’t together who should have been.

Myrtle was somewhere in the ocean, sending a long-distance message to her sister Coral and the Siren Singers.

The pirates, dressed as eggs and dragons and armed to the teeth, were getting ready to raid the island left off the map of the world.

Floss Grimm was still in a barrel tied to the mast of the Kettle Black.

Princess Albee was on her yacht, trying on her crowns and tiaras to see which suited her best.

Septimus Plank was in the kitchen at Alfonso Glory’s café, trying out ideas for an ice-cream cake that might appeal to Princess Albee.

Mr. Tiger was also at the café, thinking over his plan.

As for Betsy, she had just climbed out of bed.

So you see, it takes a rather large piece of paper and a rather small piece of chalk and still we can’t work it out. We decided our butterfly words should flutter free in the hope of giving you a glimpse of what is going on until it all comes together.

And if it doesn’t come together, we will be in a real pickle. Anyway, on with the story.