![]() So, later that afternoon my dad went back again to the wasteland, to get his glasses back. I only had the one sting on the back of my arm. And while I was running up the hill, my dad stayed and got stung, to give me time to run away. We must have stepped on a wasps' nest in a rotten branch as we walked. And then we stopped and we puffed and we panted, and we looked back down the gully. When he reached me he picked me up in his arms and swept me over the edge of the hill. As I got to he top of the hill I heard somebody thundering up the hill behind me. Something hurt me on the back of my arm as I ran, but I kept running. ![]() Now!" He said it in a tight sort of way, urgently, so I did. We went down this hill, to the bottom of a gully where a stream was, when my dad suddenly said to me "Coraline - run away. We must have walked for about twenty minutes. So one day my dad put on his big brown boots and his gloves and put my boots on me and my jeans and sweater, and we went for a walk. But I kept telling them I wanted to explore it. ![]() ![]() Mum and Dad made me promise not to go exploring back there, because there were too many sharp things, and tetanus and such. There were all these things that people had thrown away back there - old cookers and broken dishes and dolls with no arms and no legs and empty cans and broken bottles. It wasnʼt the best place to go for a walk, really. When I was a little girl, when we lived in our old house, a long, long time ago, my dad took me for a walk on the wasteland between our house and the shops. ![]()
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