Book - A Mammoth of a Time

Mum shrunk the Mammoth. We don’t have many options. We have no idea where we are or the way out, and the whole family sharing the quality of curiosity we follow the ridiculous talking, extinct animal. Oh, did I mention that we can shrink the Mammoth? It does pretty much anything. We can shrink it, camouflage it, make it invincible. You get it. I have no idea where on earth got that thing, but it is literally out of this world. “Now, this might be new, but time travel is always such fun. Come everybody, hop through the portal.” Ebenzo shrieked with excitement. And that was the first time I time traveled. Chapter 2 The first thing I felt was the feeling of falling. My insides jiggling round inside of me, it almost felt like that floating sensation in water. My heart leapt into my mouth as the wind whistled behind my ears. I opened my eyes in shock. Everything had slowed down, seconds felt like minutes and there was nothing but the sky around me. Suddenly, there was a high-pitched sound of Dad screaming like there was a sale at Pitt Street Mall. Mum was still with her hands against her chest and her eyes closed, as if she was practicing a bizarre survival technique. The ground was coming closer to me as I held my hands out to block out the fall. But the fall was blocked by an enormously large cushion of sand as I gently lowered to the ground. The next thing I knew, I was completely covered in it. The sun burned my back and my eyes began to prickle and sting. The scream had stopped but had been replaced by a whiny complaining voice. My Dad stood drenched in sand. Mum used this moment to whip out her high tech tape recorder and vlog to her countless followers and listeners showing how lost we were. The worst thing being that our mysterious tour guide was conveniently nowhere to be found. “We have just entered a desert, its hot and dry and water cannot be seen... hold up...” her eyes widened as she slowly turned towards me. “oh thank goodness, Mammoth is here!”. Dad turned, more annoyed than anyone. “My hair is covered in sand,” he complained as he turned towards the car. “oh please, you hardly have any hair!” My patience must have gotten lost in the fall. I so felt tired and annoyed, “What about us, your dear children?” He acted like he didn’t hear me and waddled towards the Mammoth. My brother and I joined him. Rory sat in the front seat, tail wagging, unaffected by the fall that we took. “Signal. We need a signal”, Mum realized. It amazed me that she could be thinking about a signal when there was no sign of food or water. Dad, sweating in the heat, getting more and more annoyed by the sand accumulating in is socks and sandals, huffed, “Signal for what? I need to wash my hair and change these socks, now!” I still could not get over that they had trusted something so strange and obscure. I cursed whoever thought that putting a portal next to a road was a good idea (honestly!). My eyes scanned the car for