And another screech. The screeches
become words that hiss and whistle and puff and roar.
'Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want?' The
screeching fills the room with echoes that bounce from one wall to
another and back again.
Stobey, leaning her head back to look at the enormous eye. She places
her hands on her hips and says, 'Now, look here, whatever and whoever
you are, you just quit that screeching, hissing, whistling, puffing and
roaring and talk to us properly and politely, and we'll do the same.
We're visitors here, and I'll introduce myself and my friends. Then you
tell us who you are and we'll have a nice chat. OK?'
'Well, OK.' The eye blinks a couple of times and speaks in a gentle hiss;
the whistle, puff and roar are gone.
Stobey introduces herself and her friends. 'Now it's your turn,' she says.
'My name is Bingbang Babbaloo,' the eye says, 'and I am the guardian of
this Great Rock.'
'We saw strange-looking smoke go down and then come back up the
chimney,' says Slutter. 'What was that all about?'
'Oh, that's my robo-assistant, Bizz Bazz.
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