‘You mean because they can’t spell?’ ‘No, because they tell you to send them the Haverford-Snuffley Angel, but they don’t say where you’re supposed to send it.’ Wilf was about to pick up the strange letter again when Barney stopped him. ‘Maybe there are fingerprints on it,’ he said. ‘Maybe if we took it to the police they might be able to find out who sent it, and then we’d know where Dandelion is.’ ‘The police told us to get lost,’ Wilf reminded him. ‘I don’t fancy going there again.’ ‘Neither do I,’ admitted Barney. Sighing, Wilf glanced up from the letter and looked out through the window of the room in which they were standing. What he saw there shocked him more than anything he had ever seen before in his whole life. He gulped. He trembled. His face went completely white and his hair shot straight up on his head in wild tufts. ‘Woooooohhhh!’ he wailed. ‘Look, Barney, look! They’ve eaten Dandelion!’ He pointed a shaky finger towards the garden, where Cannibal and Bruiser were now sitting on the grass, with the red leather harness placed neatly in front of them.
