The third time she blinked, she opened her eyes to find herself standing in front of a real, live, furry Harry. And there was snow falling all around them. “How woof-onderful!” said Harry. “You’ve come to play with me. I hoped you would!” “You can talk too?” Nicky asked, amazed. “Of course,” Harry said. “All dogs talk! At least, they do in here. Isn’t it woof-onderful?” Nicky couldn’t believe it. She was inside the dome and just a bit bigger than Harry. Grandad had said the clay might be magic. Nicky looked around. What a beautiful place! Somewhere, far off in the distance, lights twinkled just like fairy lights on a Christmas tree. And here and there were fir and pine trees, swaying to and fro in the wind as if they were waving at Nicky to welcome her. And the air smelt crisp and clean. Nicky took a delighted deep breath. There was just one thing wrong. “Brrrr! It’s freezing in here!” “Put on your jumper then,” Harry suggested. Nicky had completely forgotten about the jumper tied around her waist.
