The Magic Juneathon part 3
It was the fourth of July - Independence Day, if you’re an American - and the garden was very quiet. Florence, Dylan and Brian sat at the foot of a tree, dejected. Dougal had been missing for a whole month, and they were worried that he’d gone for good. “My old shaggy pal” moaned Brian “Run into the ground by the Juneathon” “He’s, like, gone to a better place, maybe” said Dylan. “Like, Bristol” “I think it’s time to talk to Zebedee” said Florence. “Maybe he can magic him back” Right on cue, Zebedee boinged into the garden, right next to where the trio were busy lamenting. “You called?” he said. “Zebedee!” said Florence “You have to help us!” “Do I?” said Zebedee. “With what?” “We’ve, like, lost a Dougal, man” said Dylan “And it’s, like, de-shaggied the garden.” To prove this point, he then fell asleep. “That was careless of you” said Zebedee, somewhat mischievously. “How did you manage that?” “We were doing a Juneathon” squeaked Brian “And we think the silly clot got the rul...
