Are we alone?

You slowly climb out of Mrs Fergeson's pouch and land with a thud on the grass plain.

"Who cares where we are?" replies Mrs Fergeson. "I just wanted to get away. And at my speed, we are probably ... oh ... 254 miles from school."

Suddenly, there is a low-pitched buzz coming from above, like a helicopter of a giant bug. You look up and notice a distant, spindly shape soaring into a cloud.

"I think they're tracking us," you say.

The giant bug re-emerges from the cloud, and grows at a frightening pace as the buzzing gets louder.

"Quick! Into my pouch!" says Mrs Fergeson.

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Jump bck in her pouch and hop off!

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