Burly-and-Grum-The-Secret-City - Free Kids Books

of the track and he immediately hurried over and pushed it with his snout into
the long grass safely out of the way.
“Well that was easy,” said Grimly, a big smirk on his face. The arms and legs
wriggled as the hunter fought to be free. “No use him doing that.” Grimly’s
bottom was placed squarely over the Captain’s face. “Actually it quite tickles.”
There was a muffled protest from beneath him.
“I think,” said Burly, “that you’d better tie him up and quickly, there’s a
second hunter and he won’t be far. Where’s Grum?”
Grimly looked around. There was no sign of Grum.
Grum was, at that precise moment, flying through the air on a vine at a
hundred miles an hour heading straight towards Tyre. Tyre couldn’t see a thing
because of the sweat pouring down his forehead into his eyes and didn’t stand
a chance. Being hit by a groblin moving at a hundred miles an hour is enough
to sweep anyone off their feet and that’s just what Grum did - he smacked Tyre
square in his stomach with his feet and Tyre went down like a skittle at a
bowling alley.
“Yay!” yelled Max, his arms in the air, “Go Grum!”
Grum landed on the ground and then threw himself like a wrestler across
Tyre’s ample stomach, pinning him down. “Quick,” he yelled, “tie him up or
something.”
Max didn’t need to be asked twice. He unhooked a pair of handcuffs from
Tyre’s belt and snapped one end on to one wrist then on to the other. The
moment Tyre was secure Grum jumped off him and ran to the bag that
contained a still snoozing Gripe. He tipped Gripe out onto the ground.
“Wasssup?” murmured Gripe in his sleep before turning over and nestling down
into some soft grass.
Grum nudged him with his foot, “He’s okay!”
Burly galloped onto the scene and skidded to a halt in front of them. “You’re
alright!” he cried, “Oh thank goodness, let me look at you both.” He made Grum
and Max stand still and inspected them. “Max, did they hurt you? Are you
okay?”
Max threw back his shoulders. “Nah, we’re fine - look, we put handcuffs on
him.”
Tyre was still lying on his back like a tortoise that had been turned over,
waving his arms and legs and trying to catch his breath.
“I think I knocked the wind out of him,” grinned Grum. Max high-fived him.
“Let’s get him to his feet,” said Burly, “and make our way to the picnic site -