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‘Wake up!’ ‘Huh? What?’ asked Lord Fox groggily. It only felt like moments ago when he fell into a fitful sleep. ‘Time to wake up,’ whispered Alexander. ‘It’s just gone five in the morning.’ ‘Oh, yes, of course. Give me ten minutes and I’ll join you.’ It took less than five minutes to have a quick shower and clean his teeth before Lord Fox arrived in the Chalk Pit. And when he walked inside, the first person he saw was Fen who had fallen asleep at his desk, his head tilted awkwardly to one side. ‘Can’t blame him,’ said Lord Fox. ‘He has worked non-stop for the last couple of days. Right, let’s change into our uniforms.’ A few minutes later, Lord Fox stared at his reflection in front of a full-length mirror. First, he stood upright. Then he …show more content…

'Look, come and show me on the chalkboard.' So, between sniffles and sobs, Pignut grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote words which brought a look of horror to all their faces. 'Clemmie’s gone,' he wrote. ‘She’s run away.’ Lord Fox skimmed over the words then charged out of the room. Inside the cellar, he tiptoed over to the first bed. And when he lifted the cover, the pillows under the sheet felt cold to his touch. Can this get any worse? he cursed under his breath. Then he heard a faint whimper. From under the bed, Clog emerged, wagged his curly little tail, stretched out his front legs, then yawned. ‘Ar rooff!’ ‘Sshh!’ whispered Lord Fox. ‘You’ll wake everyone else. Come on, boy, let’s take you over to Buttons.’ So, he lifted the dog and made sure he snuggled close to Button’s warm body asleep on the other bed. Next, he tapped his daughter awake. 'Clemmie's gone!' Although Flossie’s sleep tousled hair looked like a pile of twigs, she still looked the best thing since ginger choc toffees. They ran through the kitchen and Lord Fox quickly swept up the broken glass. Flossie opened the cloakroom door. 'It looks like Clemmie escaped through here.' 'But why?' When Lord Fox peered outside the window, he was horrified at how much damage the storm had wrecked. One second passed. Two seconds passed. Then three seconds passed. Could he have dealt with Clemmie in any other way? The same question went around in his head, again and again.

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