When she found the odd-looking lamp, she’d planned to polish it and add it to her lamp collection. Fancy this turning up in her garden. Where it came from she had no idea. It wasn’t there yesterday.
Wendy sighed. She missed that wake-up call.
Now she was on a pink hill, surrounded by tall winged beings who didn’t look thrilled to see her.
Where she was goodness knew but it wasn’t 18 Acacia Avenue, Croydon, which was where she’d been five minutes ago.