There was a swirl of red shades, a crash of a landing, and a splash, followed by the sort of smell that led to nose-holding and gagging, as Legless and Beryl landed in the cave.
A rat snarled.
Legless jumped.
Beryl clocked it with the battered sausage.
Legless threw her a look. “Show-off.”
The memoir dropped from above—smack straight onto Legless’s head.
He rubbed.
Beryl picked it up.
“Gimme that,” he said.
“I have read it, you know.”
He looked at her with a “really?”
Another rat appeared.
Legless jumped.
Beryl whacked it with the same battered sausage; its teeth sunk into the batter. She tried to flick it off, but the rat stuck like toffee.
Legless administered a flick and a kick.
The rat flew into the air.
“Show-off.” Beryl almost smiled.
Another rat appeared and jumped
