The pied piper sat on the kitchen floor holding back a flood of tears. It had all gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Not only had he not got paid for ridding the local town of it’s rat infestation, his first big contract, the parents of the children he kidnapped were refusing to pay his ransom demands and denying all knowledge of having any children.

He was being eaten out of house and home, the electric and phone bill were being delivered in a trailer pulled by a monster truck and despite his best efforts not one of them would eat cabbage.

Dinosaurs were great pets thought Larry apart from when they slipped the lead.

“Rex! Get back here!”, Larry screamed down the megaphone before whistling the three notes he had trained Rex to recognise and smashing fifteen windows in the process.

It was no good Rex was off on one. Larry watched Rex the thoroughbred T-Rex stomp off out the park and down Main Street. Larry cursed himself; he should have remembered to bring Rex’s treats although the cattle truck was a pain to get over the speed bumps.

There was nothing worse than trying to distract Rex from chasing squirrels.