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41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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THE MAGIC SWEET SHOP
sweet each. In an instant they felt themselves growing smaller and smaller —smaller and smaller.
The giants seemed to grow bigger and BIGGER and BIGGER. Soon they were so big that they seemed like mountains! The children were tinier than sparrows to the giants—tinier than lady-birds even!
"Quick! " said Betty, catching hold of Robin's hand. " Quick! Let's go somewhere safe before their great feet tread on us! "
There was a large hole in the ground not far from them and Betty and Robin ran to it. It seemed like a dark tunnel to them, but really it was a worm-hole! The children were now so small that even a worm-hole was enormous to them.
Down the tunnel they went, and suddenly came to a thing that looked like a large snake. It was a worm that squeezed itself against the tunnel side most politely so that they might go past. They ran on, rather frightened. A great beetle hurried by them, treading heavily on Betty's toes. It was all rather alarming.
" I wish we could get out of here," said Robin, after a time. " Oh look, Betty! There's a tiny pin-hole of light far ahead of us. That must be where the worm-hole ends. Come on! "
On they went and at last came out into a wonderful place of sunshine and green grass. Nobody was about at all, but not far away were some great red and brown animals.
" They must be giant cows," said Betty, looking at them. " I hope they won't eat us! "                                                             »
The cows saw the two small children and walked over to them. One cow put her head down to nibble at them. Robin ran away and pulled Betty with him. The giant cows followed, very curious about these little creatures in their field of grass.
Betty was afraid she would be gobbled up by one of the enormous cows. She ran from buttercup to buttercup trying to hide. Then she noticed that, as the cows ate the grass, they left out the prickly thistles and would not touch them. And a good idea came into her head.
" Robin! Let's eat one of the Spiky-sweets," she cried. " I know which they are—the yellow ones! I don't know what will happen to us, but if we grow prickles the cows won't eat us. They will think we are a kind of thistle! "
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