You hand the little dragon over to Myfanwy. Her eyes are manic with excitement and victory. Immediately, she puts a tiny chain around its neck and hand-cuffs the chain to herself.

‘No escape for you, my pretty,’ she says to the creature. Then, looking you directly in the eye, she pokes out her tongue and says tauntingly, ‘I win. Na-nana-naa-nah!’

She turns abruptly and marches off.

You are overcome by an incredible feeling of sadness as your mind echoes with the word HELP.