And so he was. They could clearly see the glow from his cigarette lighter hovering above a large bush.
“Right, let's…” she paused for a second looking round. “Where's Flug?”
They turned and checked the tunnel. Flug was nowhere to be seen.
“Where's he gone?” said Stitches.
“I don't know,” said Ollie. “Oh, good grief I can't believe we've lost him.”
(Now you might think it would be impossible to misplace an item that weighed upwards of thirty five stone, talked about sweets non stop, and was the size of a telephone box, but there are precedents for this sort of absent mindedness in relation to outsize objects going astray.
In 3460 BC, Mydodgginees IV, a short lived Pharaoh that history seems to have forgotten, conspired to lose an entire pyramid after falling asleep during a game of Hi
