Issue 162, Summer 2002
One day when she was five Angelica was in the gazebo, playing snap with her brothers.
Suddenly she caught sight of something rising from the ha-ha.
It was a special hippopotamus. “Fly at once!” he said. “All is discovered.”
She remembered the bread pudding under the carpet.
She ran into the woods, and was not found by the servants until the sun was going down.