Muddlespot certainly found it so. And he had plenty of time to think about it because he had plenty of travelling to do. So long as he was travelling, no one was shooting at him and no one was hitting him with hammers. As soon as he arrived, however, he could expect the shooting and possibly quite a lot of hitting to begin all over again. He managed to cross the floor and get himself up onto Sally’s shoe before she finished her homework. Then he had to hang on for a bit while Sally did some travelling of her own, to and from the kitchen, helping to get dinner on the table. Then he had a long climb up Sally’s jeans, jumper, collar and hair while dinner was underway. All the time he was expecting doves to appear, angels to drop on top of him and all the rest of it, but they didn’t. So maybe Scattletail had been right, and the Other Side had been called off for an urgent discussion with whatever they used instead of brass hammers Up There. Finally he reached Sally’s ear. Still nothing terrible happened to him, as he crept down the first passage to the six-sided chamber.
