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“Yes, let’s do that! This beautiful ship really should be dusted off!” Leonie agrees, starting to search for a ladder.

A little while later, she pushes the giant ladder that she’s found across to the old boat and quickly climbs up it.

“OK, dear Anastasia; this is your moment—I’m going to show you off in all your old glory, by the glass-eyed, red-tailed Hippocampus!” cries Leonie. Lickety-split she undoes the knots that fasten the tarp to the boat and throws the giant tarp to the ground in one fell swoop. Ilvie and Theo are amazed at how clever and skillful Leonie is, almost like a circus artist.

Theo coughs loudly three times. As the tarp flies off it cloaks half the ­boathouse in a giant, thick dust cloud. ‘Pooh, I’m going to suffocate!’ he twinkles. ‘Ilvie, Ilvie, where are you? I can’t see you anymore! Everything is foggy here! Ilvie! Help!’

‘I’m here, Theo, don’t worry,’ Ilvie twinkles back.

“This tarp clearly hasn’t been moved in a long while,” she gasps.

“Are you OK down there?” calls Leonie from the ladder. “I can’t see you! Is everything OK?”