You gently place the egg under your pillow, lock your door and head off for lunch. Sadly, there is not much choice left by the time you get there, so you eat a stale cracker with some cold celery and brussels sprout soup.

You return to your cabin to discover that your door has been forced open. Inside, the room is a mess. Drawers and cupboards have been emptied, the contents thrown out onto the floor, everything has been swept off the shelves and your bed has been turned over.

The egg is gone.

You hear the screech of tyres from outside. Through the window you see a pick-up truck kick up dust as it tears across the campground.

‘I shall be famous!’ hoots Myfanwy through the open driver’s window.

You are lamenting the loss of the egg when Mr Strickland, the strictest teacher at your school, looks in the door.

‘What in the world have you done to your cabin?’ he bellows. ‘This is unacceptable! You will be staying here to sort out this mess instead of going on the lake excursion this afternoon.’ He storms off in a huff.

Not only have you lost the dragon egg, you are now also missing out on fun camp activities.

What else could possibly go wrong? you wonder as you start cleaning up.

And that’s when you trip over your bag, landing on top of it and smashing the iPod you weren’t supposed to have brought with you to camp.