Mr. Fudge was definitely a noble boy, if not a little over-dramatic. She bit her lip to prevent a smile from reaching her lips, as she thought it unlikely that he'd perish from a simple scrape on the knee.

"I think we should find someone who can help—an adult," she said thoughtfully, reaching out to touch his arm. "I can't go back in there, lest I find myself trampled by a stampede of wild adults!"

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