"Violetta!" I called through the trees. She'd run off again, and mum and dad would be more than mad if I let her get hurt by some Spickle. "Come back! I'm sorry - we can play for a bit longer if you like, but you have to come back. Now! Violetta!"
"DOT!" I heard her screech, before she came tearing out of the gloom straight into my arms.
"Violetta!" I exlaimed in releif, glad she was back safe. "It's okay! Your safe now."
She was shaking from head to toe, petrified of something. I stroked her hair, before kneeling down and looking at her tear
streaked face.
"What's the matter?" I asked quietly, but she shook her head and stuck her thumb in her mouth. I carefully scooped her up in my arms and gently began to carry her back towards the path, that I could luckily just about see.
"Dot?" She asked quietly, whispering in my ear.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I think I sawed a Spackle."
"You can't have, they died out when Mummy and Daddy were little." I said gently, trying to make her less upset.
"But I sawed one Dot! It was gween!"
"You must be imagining things, you cheeky little thing. There really are not any spackle left, not even one."
She gasped and leant dangerously far backwards putting her tiny hands on my cheeks. "I weally did Dot!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say." I laughed. Once she got an idea in her head, she kept it.
"Its not funnay." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and puffing it out. "I weally did! Your just stwupid."
"Hey meanie! I'm not stupid... Aha! If I was stupid could I do ...This!" I began tickling her, and she started squirming around, nearly slipping from my arms.
"No, no Dot!" She laughed. "Stop twickling meeee!" She slipped free and stood infront of me, her hands on her hips. She reminded me of mum when we were being noisy.
"Dat was not vewy nice, Do..." She looked behind me, and stopped, mid sentence, her mouth opened wide.
"Violetta?" I followed the direction of her eyes, turning slowly.
"Dot?" She said, so quietly I could scarcely hear her.
"Run."