Day 5, Sentences 1 to 3 – a story told in reverse:
The two boys forced their way through the thick and rather prickly hedge and found themselves at the door of a log house that stood on the edge of a small clearing and which, on closer inspection, turned out to be constructed entirely of gingerbread, at which point Mart muttered confusedly to Dan, “Either there was something funny about those brownies, or we’re not in Kansas any more,” then they both promptly passed out.
Trixie crouched in the darkness and watched the two familiar figures at the campfire, a calculating look in her eyes, while they, oblivious to her scrutiny, blithely continued to scoff brownies of dubious provenance and feed Mart’s English assignment, which was due the next day, into the flames, occasionally letting out whoops of laughter as the burning fragments sailed higher on currents of hot air.
Honey leaned as far as she could out of her dormer window of the guest-house where the Bob-Whites were staying, snagged the plastic container with the very tips of her fingers, dragged it inside, eased it open and stared at its contents: brownies, still fresh, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere, unless someone had been sitting up at the bare cupola and let them slide down to the gutter.
