Chapter 4
Coco dreamed. She could hear a faint voice calling her name. Each foot step meant something. The voice was awfully familiar. It was Mama. She had come back! Hot tears burned her cheeks as she ran. But, as she got closer, it seemed as if it was getting further away. . A soft voice echoed in her head and she ran. And she ran as far as her bony legs could carry her. ​But nine long, dreary years had passed and all Coco could remember was a faint outline of her Mama. It was just a blurry, fuzzy figure. She could see something, but the warmth of the voice and the voice was always comforting, calm. Unfortunately it would be like a part of Coco would be forever lost.

Coco woke abruptly. Hiding under her knitted blanket, Coco opened her emerald eyes, and exhaled deeply. ​Slits of morning sunlight shone brightly through the windows in the shack. George was still asleep whilst Fearless stared at Coco, her eyes barely open. Coco crept over, trying not to wake up George. She began to wind the copper key. After she turned it, Fearless ruffled her feathers to show she was thankful. ‘That’s better! By all that ticks, it is time to get back what is rightfully yours! Up you get lazybones, we’ve work to do!’

‘Fearless, I was having a nice dream,’ moaned George. Yawning, he started to stretch and rubbed his blackened eyes. A moment later, the ‘three musketeers’ clambered up the wall to look out of the window to see where the Evil airship was tethered. They watched as Mr. Evil carried a small velvet box ad gingerly placed it on the mantlepiece. As he made his way back to Waverspoon Manor, Fearless shrieked ‘ Coco, it is time! Time to get back the locket.!’

Soaring above Coco and George’s heads, Fearless made her way towards the wooden walkway. Surprisingly, it was George who undid the latch on the locket box. To their relief, the locket was there with Christopher Missppit’s design plans.

When Mr. Evil was running he cursed to the sky.’ Those dastardly children!’ He rushed towards the airship. Without stopping, Coco tore the guide ropes off the wall and slung the hooks to one side. Almost immediately, the Evil airship rose off the ground, picking up small flakes of snow. The ‘three musketeers’ peered round the corner as Mr. Evil shook his fist and bellowed insults to the children. Fortunately, they were too high up to hear them.

Muffled shouts from below decks had the hooked onto the sound. Lifting up the lid on the cupboard, they found Christopher Misspit. He looked like a turkey trussed up at Christmas. Coco cut his ropes. They were dangerously high. ‘Come on, we’ll soon get far from Mr. Evil. Then we’ll go get the bobbies. There’ll be a price on his head for the insolent theft and kidnapping.’

Coco and George proudly stood on the deck. watching the world drift by. Tiny housed were dotted around the countryside. The fields and valleys looked like a quilt of shades of green and yellow. Roads and rivers streamed through and, from above, looked like ribbons. George grinned at Coco. It would nearly be Christmas and she was finally back with her beloved papa. Fearless ruffled her feathers and began to snooze.