Ella squeaked again, this time less in amusement and more in fear. Nothing Mr. Pettigrew was saying was making her feel any better about her chances at the moment, but he grabbed the carpet and was suddenly dangling from it.

"Oo-kay!" She managed, doing as instructed, leaning forward, probably a little dramatically. Unexpectedly, the carpet, instead of going down, moved forward, dragging Mr. Pettigrew with it. "Oh! Oh!" It would be fun, if she wasn't starting to worry just a little bit!