Book - A Mammoth of a Time

I was furious. We were in such danger and trouble yet his eyes were playful and calm. However, I didn’t listen to what he was saying. I was concentrated on finding an escape, he had completely ruined my holiday!

Chapter 3

The clock whirred for another time as the light started to glow again. Dad’s eyes filled with worry whilst Mum stood there fists clenched, ready to defend at the same time being half-confident-half- curious about the situation. Quentin was trembling and clutching his iPad. But instead of falling like we did before, we started to fly. I can tell you it’s the most euphoric experience, exactly how every kid imagines it, you feel lighter than the clouds as you drift in this giant playground also known as the sky. So light, so free, so fresh I wish I could drift around weightless sea of blue for eternity. The ground below us disappeared as the hum that my ears noticed earlier was amplified. Our low profile was shattered as we heard war cries in the distance accompanied by a hurricane of spears. Instead of worrying like Dad and Quentin, Mum only laughed as their weapons bounced off the chassis of the Mammoth as we climbed inside. Our moment of relief was short-lived as the super-car started hurtling towards the Pyramids of Giza. Quick-thinking Quentin grabbed the wheel and swerved out of the way. Into the Sphinx. Dad screamed, Quentin remained silent, Mum crossed her fingers, and Ebenzo had