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Chapter 3

One day later we are in my tiny room. We sit quietly, gulping hot coffee, my favourite drink. Outside, an unknown haze has almost suffocated the town. Inside, we are enjoying coffee with heaters on. Although, Advert made plans. “Daisy, seriously, you didn’t even help me.” Here we go again, I wonder. “I know where it lives.”    
It turns out that Advert has been on the beach for hours in extreme cold, curtaining around the pier and looking right and left the width of the beach. He found doubtful footprints, just like the ones we found at the old restaurant but these are by the cliffs where there are old caves.
I lock up the shop and check that all the windows are closed and lights are off before we leave. Now I confirm that we have lights and I am covered up in my comfort coat. We follow the bend of the bay until we reach the cliffs. No one is allowed to go in there, it is wild. For Advert that just looks to prompt him on. I know that I can’t leave him alone. He’s awkward, block – headed and yet I find myself retracing him.   

I hadn’t believed Advert but the footprints are so visible. There are two sets of prints,one follows across the sand and into the dim trap of a cave and the other set of prints follow into the sea. “Come on, let’s grab the moment,” whispers Advert, clicking on her light. I’m not feeling like grabbing anything but once again I feel like that Advert is going to put me into huge trouble!  
The cave is dim. Totally dim. It stinks of rotten tuna and dirty water is leaking. Boulders glow in the light. My heart started to pump faster as we head forwards, bouncing side to side. Just as I’m wondering that there is nothing and starting to feel glad, Advert finds it. There, in an alcove, is a huge nest of seagrass leaves, old wet rags and cotton. In the nest is a massive egg, shining like rose red. We stare in aww. The megamander has an egg!                       

At that moment, I feel really guilty. We should not be here. “It’s not safe here let’s go,” I whistle, holding at Advert’s arm and turning to go back where the safety is. But our way is stuck. Something is making a motion through the dark from the trap of the cave. It doesn’t sound good. We’ve listened to it before, the small whistle, the throaty purr, the ready netted footsteps. We both bright out lights forwards and it is there. The megamander! Advert steps forwards and I step backwards.     
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