You don’t think you can trust this weird cryptozoologist. You pop the small egg into your pocket and bury the larger one. Then you shout to her that there’s nothing to report.

Myfanwy grumbles as she lowers the rope and pulls you up. She’s wearing a pastel yellow safari suit that has short pants and sleeves, and heavy hiking boots. She looks quite comical with the suit, helmet and dreads, though her voice is anything but funny.

‘Are you absolutely certain nothing was down there?’ demands Myfanwy. ‘No bones? No eggs? Nothing?’

You nod, make your excuses and hurry off. As you exit the cave, you look up nervously at the precariously positioned rock on the mountainside above the cave. It seems as if a strong breeze could make it topple.

You head back to school camp, glancing anxiously over your shoulder. You can’t see her, but you’re worried the strange cryptozoologist might be following you. You quicken your pace, race back to camp, run into your cabin and slam the door shut.

You take the egg out of your pocket and stare at it. Could it really be a dragon egg? You can feel your excitement mounting. Maybe you could get it to hatch. It’s all about keeping the egg warm, isn’t it? Perhaps you should put it by the heater.

But then your stomach grumbles. You look at the clock on the wall. It’s past lunchtime. If you don’t hurry, there won’t be any food left in the cafeteria. You could hide the egg under your pillow until after you’ve eaten.

To hide the egg and head out for lunch, go here.

To stay and heat the egg to see what happens, go here.