As the twins stared out of the porthole in anxiety they could hear the canopy scratching the ship’s bottom with its spines, but that’s not what they were looking at, oh no, they were looking at something much better. Graceful, glowing unicorns with elegant angel wings were dipping in and out of the trees doing what looked like a type of weird dance routine.

They couldn’t believe it, it was impossible to, they refused to believe that their eyes had just been set upon flying unicorns. Without thought Mack rushed to grab his journal but, luckily Molly grabbed his arm. “Mack! We’re not safe yet. The engines could blow up any minute. We’ve got to stay put until Sheila lands!” she shrieked wrestling with the ropes.

“I know sis!” he replied. He tried to sound natural but his voice was shaky with fear.

Out of the blue, the ship roared and shock terribly. Desperately scrambling with the latch, Molly flung her head out of the porthole and threw up. But it wasn’t over yet, oh no, it had just begun…

As quick as lightning, the ship shot down like a bomb and landed with an almighty clatter as splinters flew up and dust swirled in their faces, tickling their noises. Coughing and spluttering, they listened for the engines but all was silent…