uick, Mum,’ you yell. You grab her by the arm and drag her with you. ‘Quick, run!’

She stumbles along with you. You haven’t had time to look around, but you seem to be going down the drive of an old castle. It looms above you like a grey mountain peak. You’ve got a good start on Stacey and her mother but, as you come to the first bend in the road, you hear their feet pounding along behind you. They seem to be gaining already. You go around the bend, running as fast as you can, but suddenly you and your mum pull up with a screech of shoe-leather. You stop so fast there’s smoke coming from your soles, and the smell of burning leather. The reason? Standing there on the road, in the middle of the road, right there in front of you, are two huge dogs. They’re as big as small horses. They’re panting with delight at the sight of you, and something tells you they’re not vegetarians. They look like they’ve had teeth transplants from crocodiles. This is big trouble. These two dogs are about to leap at your throats and tear them out. ‘What are we going to do?’ you and your mother scream simultaneously. Then, with the next breath, you both yell: ‘I know!’

You look at your mother and she looks at you. Whose idea are you going to go with? You’d better make a quick decision!