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Ilvie sighs. Typical Theo. Since they had left the other elves a few hours ago, her little friend had taken every opportunity to complain.

‘Look around you, Theo! See how beautiful it is here,’ twinkles Ilvie back at him. ‘Come on, we’ll look for a good place to rest and then you can wolf down a strawberry cupcake from your knapsack!’ The little monkey doesn’t look convinced.

‘Hey, take a look up there—what’s that?’ calls Ilvie. ‘There’s something that looks like a swing! And someone’s sitting in it! Come on, let’s say hi!’

In the middle of the meadow behind the cliffs there’s a white swing. A little girl is sitting on it, rocking back and forth. There is a big box next to her, and every so often, she takes a piece of paper out of the box and ­examines it closely. Suddenly, the girl starts to swear: “By the grass-green, one-legged Amphiprion!” That sounds so horrible that Ilvie almost wants to plug her ears.

“Hello!” calls Ilvie when the girl has stopped swearing.

Theo quickly grabs Ilvie’s hand—something about human beings gives him the creeps. You never know what will occur to them and what they will do next.