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nostrils it let out a disgruntled snort and buried its
face in the feedbag.
Deborah surveyed the damage and
momentarily hung her head.
"Jeepers," she mumbled to herself, "I've really
torn it now."
She crossed to the window and peeped out.
"Crikey!" she gasped. Phyllis MacAllister, the Science
Dame, was bustling across the quadrangle closely
followed by Patty Hodge. Apparently they had left the
bar early and returned to the compound. Cursing
under her breath Deborah frantically raced towards
the door. If she was lucky she could escape into the
shadows before the two Dames reached the building.
As she rushed out she caught sight of the thick
leather tawse that hung from a hook beside the
blackboard. The mere sight of the dreaded strap gave
her supernatural powers and she bounded through
the lobby and out into the darkness just moments
before the Dames arrived on site.
Deborah stood panting in the shadows. She
cautiously peered around the corner of the laboratory
building; she knew she had to make a break for it. In
a few moments the Dames would be waking up the
facility and pursuing the culprit. Deborah shivered,
then plucking up her courage she bolted across to the
living quarters and slipped through the window that
she had left ajar.
She'd only just made it back to the study that
she shared with Rosemary before lights went on all
over the unit. Hurriedly she changed into her jimjams
and slid under the covers. When the light in the room
snapped on Deborah feigned sleep. For a second Ms
MacAllister stood in the doorway, the fearsome strap