‘Hmmm,’ he said. Iggy looked at him. ‘What do you mean, “Hmmm”?’ ‘Well, look – where’s her bones?’ asked Hubba. ‘If she’d been eaten, there’d be bones and innards.’ Iggy cast around under the tree. Hubba was right. The day they had followed the slimosaur’s trail it had led them to a fly-ridden pile of bones. But there was no trace of Umily at all. It was as if she’d vanished in a puff of smoke – or in this case a puddle of slime. ‘Then maybe she got away,’ suggested Iggy. Hubba looked doubtful. ‘Maybe. Or it carried her off.’ ‘Why would it do that?’ Hubba shrugged. ‘Don’t ask me. To get out of the rain?’ Figuring things out was supposed to be Iggy’s job. They searched the muddy ground for tracks. There was no sign of Umily’s footprints, but it wasn’t hard to tell which direction the slimosaur had taken – it looked as if a giant boulderball had cut a path through the trees.
