THE SECRET BENEATH THE CEMETERY
THE CASE OF THE MISSING SILVER TEAPOT · July 23, 2026
The first thing Milo Puddle discovered about secret tunnels beneath cemeteries was that they were extremely unpleasant.
The second thing he discovered was that they were even more unpleasant when a duck was leading the way.
The third thing he discovered was that Daisy Pickle was enjoying every second of it.
Milo hated all three discoveries.
“Why,” Milo asked as he carefully stepped down the narrow stone staircase, “are we following a duck into a hole beneath a cemetery?”
Daisy continued walking.
“Because the duck knows something.”
“Yes, but what?”
“We don’t know.”
“Then how do we know it knows something?”
“Because it brought us here.”
“Maybe it lives here.”
Daisy stopped.
Milo nearly walked into her.
“Ow.”
Daisy turned around.
“Maybe the duck is a ghost.”
Milo stared at her.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re underground.”
“So?”
“Because ghosts live underground.”
Daisy raised an eyebrow.
“Do they?”
“Probably.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Everyone knows.”
“That’s not evidence.”
“Neither is a talking duck.”
The duck turned around.
It stared at them.
Milo stared back.
The duck blinked.
Milo pointed.
“See? It heard me.”
Daisy sighed.
“It’s a duck.”
“An extremely suspicious duck.”
The duck turned and continued walking.
Milo followed reluctantly.
Behind him came Professor Felix Fumble.
Then Mayor Horace Bumble.
Then Mrs. Crumble.
Then Mr. Goldsworth.
The group had become so large that the tunnel was beginning to feel less like a secret passage and more like an extremely uncomfortable underground parade.
Mrs. Crumble was still carrying her rolling pin.
Milo looked at her.
“Why are you still carrying that?”
She held it proudly.
“Protection.”
“Protection from what?”
“Anything.”
Felix raised his eyebrows.
“That rolling pin can’t protect you from ghosts.”
Mrs. Crumble immediately pointed it at him.
“Want to find out?”
Felix stepped behind Milo.
Milo sighed.
“This is becoming ridiculous.”
Daisy turned.
“You’re the one who said we should investigate.”
“I said we should investigate the toilet.”
“Same thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
“We’re following the clues.”
“The clue is a duck.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s not a clue.”
“It is now.”
Milo rubbed his forehead.
“Why am I the only sensible person here?”
Everyone stared at him.
Mrs. Crumble laughed.
Felix laughed.
Mr. Goldsworth laughed.
Even the mayor smiled.
Milo looked offended.
“What?”
Daisy patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry.”
“About what?”
“One day you’ll become sensible.”
Milo frowned.
“I already am.”
The duck quacked.
Daisy nodded.
“Even the duck disagrees.”
The staircase seemed to continue forever.
Milo counted the steps.
Forty-two.
Then fifty.
Then seventy.
Then he stopped counting because he was tired.
“This is ridiculous,” he complained.
Daisy looked back.
“What?”
“How deep is this place?”
“Very.”
“That’s not a measurement.”
“Maybe it’s a very deep measurement.”
Milo groaned.
Finally, the staircase ended.
The duck stepped onto a stone floor.
Everyone followed.
Milo looked around.
The underground chamber was enormous.
The walls were covered with old paintings.
Strange symbols had been carved into the stone.
There were shelves filled with dusty books.
And in the center of the room stood a giant wooden table.
On the table was a map.
Milo slowly approached.
“Is that…”
Daisy nodded.
“A map.”
“Of Bumblewick?”
“No.”
Milo looked closer.
The map showed the entire town.
But there were strange markings all over it.
Red circles.
Black crosses.
Golden stars.
And one large symbol shaped like a toilet.
Milo blinked.
“Why is there a toilet on the map?”
Daisy smiled.
“Because we’re solving a toilet mystery.”
Milo sighed.
“Of course.”
The mayor suddenly rushed toward the table.
“Don’t touch anything!”
Everyone turned.
Milo stared at him.
“Again?”
The mayor stopped.
Daisy folded her arms.
“Why do you keep telling us not to touch things?”
“Because this place is dangerous.”
“How do you know?”
The mayor hesitated.
Milo stepped closer.
“You’ve been here before.”
The mayor shook his head.
“No.”
Daisy pointed at the map.
“You recognized it.”
“No.”
“You knew there was a hidden room beneath the cemetery.”
“No.”
“You knew your grandfather was buried here.”
“No.”
Milo stared.
“That’s the third no.”
The mayor looked nervous.
“Yes.”
Daisy’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re lying again.”
The mayor shouted,
“I’m not!”
Milo pointed at him.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Making that face.”
“What face?”
“Your guilty face.”
“I don’t have a guilty face.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
Mrs. Crumble stepped closer.
“He has a guilty face.”
Felix nodded.
“Very guilty.”
Mr. Goldsworth agreed.
“Extremely guilty.”
The mayor looked around.
“Why is everyone against me?”
Milo shrugged.
“Because you’re suspicious.”
The mayor pointed toward the map.
“I am not suspicious!”
“Then explain the map.”
The mayor froze.
Milo smiled.
“Exactly.”
Daisy leaned over the map.
She examined the markings carefully.
“These circles…”
Milo looked.
“What about them?”
“They mark important places.”
“Such as?”
Daisy pointed.
“The town hall.”
“The bakery.”
“The church.”
“The cemetery.”
“The old train station.”
“The abandoned theater.”
Milo frowned.
“What’s special about those places?”
Daisy pointed at the symbols.
“They all have the same mark.”
Milo looked closely.
Each location had a small golden symbol.
It looked like a crown.
He frowned.
“The Golden Circle.”
The mayor suddenly stepped backward.
Everyone turned.
Milo noticed.
“You know that symbol.”
The mayor shook his head.
“No.”
Daisy pointed.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not!”
“Then why did you react like that?”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t!”
“You did.”
Milo looked between them.
“Are we going to do this all day?”
Daisy and the mayor both answered at the same time.
“YES!”
Milo sighed.
“Fine.”
He looked at the map again.
“What’s the Golden Circle?”
Nobody answered.
Milo looked at Felix.
Felix looked away.
He looked at Mrs. Crumble.
She suddenly became interested in the ceiling.
He looked at Mr. Goldsworth.
The man adjusted his coat.
Finally, Milo looked at the mayor.
The mayor was sweating.
Milo crossed his arms.
“Someone needs to explain.”
The mayor took a deep breath.
“The Golden Circle was a secret society.”
Daisy nodded.
“We know.”
“No, you don’t.”
“What don’t we know?”
The mayor pointed toward the walls.
“The Golden Circle wasn’t just a group of collectors.”
Milo frowned.
“Then what were they?”
The mayor lowered his voice.
“They were treasure hunters.”
Milo blinked.
“Treasure hunters?”
“Yes.”
“Searching for gold?”
“Something much more valuable.”
Daisy leaned forward.
“What?”
The mayor looked at the map.
“The Golden Throne.”
Milo sighed.
“Again with the throne.”
Daisy turned to him.
“Focus.”
“I’m focused.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
The mayor continued.
“The Golden Throne was believed to be the most valuable object ever hidden in Bumblewick.”
Milo looked at the map.
“How valuable?”
“Millions.”
Milo’s eyes widened.
“Millions?”
“Yes.”
“Then why hide it?”
“Because it wasn’t meant to be found.”
Daisy frowned.
“Why?”
The mayor looked toward the darkness.
“Because whoever finds it…”
He paused.
“…will also find the truth.”
Milo stared.
“What truth?”
The mayor didn’t answer.
Daisy stepped closer.
“What truth?”
The mayor shook his head.
“I can’t.”
Milo sighed.
“Why can’t anyone in this town answer a simple question?”
Mrs. Crumble raised her hand.
“I can.”
Everyone looked at her.
Milo smiled.
“Finally.”
She said,
“I don’t know.”
Milo’s smile disappeared.
“Wonderful.”
Daisy walked toward the old bookshelves.
She pulled out a dusty book.
The cover had no title.
She opened it.
The pages were filled with handwritten notes.
Daisy’s expression changed.
“What?”
Milo approached.
“What did you find?”
Daisy showed him the page.
There was a drawing.
A toilet.
Milo stared.
“Not again.”
Underneath the drawing were several words.
THE THRONE MUST NEVER BE USED.
Milo frowned.
“Used?”
Daisy nodded.
“That’s what it says.”
“Why would anyone use a golden throne?”
Daisy looked at him.
“Maybe it’s not a toilet.”
Milo stared.
“Then what is it?”
Daisy pointed at the drawing.
“Maybe the toilet is actually a throne.”
Milo rubbed his forehead.
“I am so confused.”
Felix suddenly spoke.
“You’re asking the wrong question.”
Everyone turned.
Milo looked at him.
“What question should I ask?”
Felix pointed toward the drawing.
“Not what is the Golden Throne.”
He paused.
“Ask why someone was willing to kill for it.”
Silence.
Milo stared.
“Kill?”
Felix nodded.
“The Golden Circle was not a harmless society.”
Daisy closed the book.
“What happened to them?”
Felix looked toward the mayor.
“Ask him.”
Everyone turned.
The mayor was silent.
Daisy stepped closer.
“Mayor?”
The mayor shook his head.
“No.”
“Tell us.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you won’t believe me.”
“Try us.”
The mayor looked at the old map.
“Fifty years ago…”
He paused.
“…seven people knew where the Golden Throne was hidden.”
Milo counted.
“Seven?”
“Yes.”
“Who were they?”
The mayor pointed to seven names written on the map.
Edward Bumble.
Arthur Goldsworth.
Felix Fumble.
Margaret Crumble.
Thomas Pickle.
Horace Bumble.
And one final name.
The name was scratched out.
Milo stared.
“Who’s the seventh?”
Nobody answered.
Daisy looked at Felix.
“Who is that?”
Felix shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Milo looked at the mayor.
“You’re lying.”
“No.”
“Then who?”
The mayor stepped away.
“I don’t know.”
Milo pointed toward the scratched name.
“Your grandfather knew.”
“Yes.”
“And you knew.”
“No.”
“You were there.”
“Yes.”
“So you know.”
The mayor became silent.
Daisy moved closer.
“Who is the seventh person?”
The mayor whispered,
“She was the reason the Golden Throne disappeared.”
Milo frowned.
“She?”
“Yes.”
“Who was she?”
The mayor looked terrified.
Then he said:
“Her name was Eleanor Vale.”
The room suddenly became cold.
The candles on the walls flickered.
Milo looked around.
“Did anyone else feel that?”
Daisy nodded.
“Yes.”
Mrs. Crumble whispered,
“It’s getting cold.”
Felix stared at the scratched-out name.
The mayor stepped backward.
Milo looked at him.
“Who was Eleanor Vale?”
The mayor didn’t answer.
Then…
A sound came from behind them.
Scrape.
Everyone turned.
Nothing.
Milo swallowed.
“Did someone move?”
Daisy raised her magnifying glass.
“No.”
Another sound.
Scrape.
This time…
It came from the wall.
Milo stepped closer.
There was a small crack.
Then another.
The stone moved.
A hidden door opened.
Behind it was a narrow room.
Daisy stepped inside.
Milo followed.
The room was filled with old objects.
Boxes.
Photographs.
Letters.
And dozens of golden toilet symbols.
Milo stared.
“Someone had a strange obsession.”
Daisy ignored him.
She opened a box.
Inside were photographs.
She picked one up.
Milo looked.
It showed seven people standing outside the town hall.
The mayor’s grandfather was there.
Arthur Goldsworth was there.
Felix’s father was there.
Mrs. Crumble’s grandmother was there.
And two others.
Milo pointed.
“That’s your grandfather.”
The mayor nodded.
“And that’s…”
He pointed toward a young woman.
“Eleanor Vale.”
Milo looked at her.
She was smiling.
But there was something strange about her.
Milo couldn’t explain it.
She looked familiar.
Very familiar.
Daisy noticed something.
“Wait.”
She pointed toward the photograph.
“Eleanor is holding something.”
Milo looked closer.
In her hand was a small golden key.
The same key they had found earlier.
Milo’s eyes widened.
“That’s the key.”
The mayor nodded.
“Yes.”
“Then she had access to the Golden Throne.”
“Yes.”
“Where is she now?”
The mayor didn’t answer.
Milo looked at him.
“Mayor?”
The mayor whispered,
“Dead.”
Silence.
Daisy looked at the photograph.
“How?”
The mayor’s voice became quiet.
“She disappeared.”
Milo frowned.
“You said she was dead.”
“Everyone assumed she was.”
“Why?”
“Because her body was never found.”
Milo stared.
“Then she could still be alive.”
The mayor shook his head.
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because…”
The mayor looked at the photograph.
“…she sent us a message.”
Daisy’s eyes widened.
“What message?”
The mayor pointed toward the back of the photograph.
Milo turned it over.
There were words written in faded ink.
I KNOW WHERE THE THRONE IS.
Milo’s heart began beating faster.
Daisy whispered,
“Keep reading.”
Milo turned the photograph.
There was more writing.
AND I KNOW WHO WILL BETRAY US.
Milo looked at the mayor.
“Who?”
The mayor shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Daisy frowned.
“Then why was the name scratched out?”
The mayor didn’t answer.
Milo suddenly noticed something.
The photograph was dated fifty years ago.
But the writing looked newer.
Much newer.
He pointed.
“Look.”
Daisy examined it.
“This ink isn’t fifty years old.”
Milo nodded.
“Exactly.”
“Someone wrote this recently.”
“Yes.”
Daisy slowly looked around the room.
“Then Eleanor might be alive.”
Milo swallowed.
“Or someone is pretending to be her.”
Suddenly…
A loud crash came from outside the room.
Everyone jumped.
Milo rushed toward the doorway.
“Who was that?”
Nobody answered.
Then they heard footsteps.
Running.
Daisy shouted,
“Someone is escaping!”
Everyone ran.
The chase through the underground chamber was complete chaos.
Milo ran first.
Daisy followed.
Felix ran behind them.
Mrs. Crumble ran while waving her rolling pin.
Mr. Goldsworth ran while shouting about his missing money.
The mayor ran while repeatedly shouting that he was too old for this.
And the duck…
The duck flew.
Milo saw a shadow disappear behind the bookshelves.
“There!”
Daisy shouted.
They ran toward it.
The shadow moved faster.
Milo reached the shelves.
He grabbed one.
The entire bookshelf moved.
Milo froze.
“Oops.”
Daisy stared.
“What did you do?”
“I think I found another door.”
The bookshelf swung open.
Behind it was another tunnel.
Milo sighed.
“Of course.”
Daisy ran inside.
Milo followed.
The tunnel was much narrower.
They could hear footsteps ahead.
“Stop!” Daisy shouted.
The footsteps continued.
“Come back!”
Nothing.
Milo ran faster.
Then suddenly…
The tunnel ended.
A dead end.
Daisy stopped.
The mysterious person was gone.
Milo looked around.
“How?”
Daisy searched the walls.
“Another hidden door.”
Milo sighed.
“Of course.”
He knocked on the wall.
Nothing.
Daisy searched the floor.
Nothing.
Then Milo noticed something.
A small piece of golden paper.
He picked it up.
There were three words.
SHE IS WATCHING.
Daisy stared.
“Who?”
Milo shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
Then…
A sound came from behind them.
Quack.
Milo turned.
The duck was standing there.
Daisy walked toward it.
“Where did you come from?”
The duck stared.
Milo frowned.
“Did it follow us?”
Daisy nodded.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Milo crouched.
“Maybe it’s not a real duck.”
Daisy stared.
“What?”
Milo whispered,
“Maybe it’s a spy.”
Daisy’s eyes widened.
“You’re right.”
Milo smiled.
“Finally.”
Daisy grabbed the duck.
The duck immediately bit her finger.
“OW!”
Milo laughed.
“Spy duck!”
Daisy dropped it.
The duck ran away.
Milo followed.
“Wait!”
The duck disappeared through a tiny hole in the wall.
Milo stopped.
He stared.
Daisy came beside him.
“Where did it go?”
Milo pointed.
“Inside.”
Daisy looked at the hole.
“That’s too small.”
“Exactly.”
“For a duck.”
“Yes.”
They stared at each other.
Then Milo slowly whispered,
“Maybe it’s not a duck.”
Daisy’s eyes widened.
“Then what is it?”
Before Milo could answer…
The duck’s head appeared from the hole.
It stared at them.
Then it dropped something.
A small golden key.
Milo picked it up.
There was writing on the key.
ROOM 7.
Daisy looked at Milo.
“What is Room 7?”
Milo shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
The mayor suddenly appeared behind them.
He saw the key.
His face changed.
“No.”
Milo turned.
“What?”
The mayor stepped backward.
“That’s impossible.”
Daisy held up the key.
“You know what it is.”
“No.”
“Mayor.”
“No!”
“What is Room 7?”
The mayor’s voice became almost a whisper.
“Room 7 was destroyed fifty years ago.”
Milo frowned.
“Where was it?”
The mayor pointed toward the wall.
“Under the old theater.”
Milo stared.
“The abandoned theater?”
The mayor nodded.
Daisy smiled.
“So that’s our next clue.”
The mayor grabbed her arm.
“No.”
Daisy pulled away.
“Why?”
“Because you cannot go there.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s where Eleanor disappeared.”
Silence.
Milo looked at the key.
Then at the mayor.
“Then that’s exactly where we’re going.”
The mayor shook his head.
“You don’t understand.”
“What?”
“Room 7 wasn’t just a room.”
Milo frowned.
“Then what was it?”
The mayor looked terrified.
“It was where the Golden Circle kept their secrets.”
Daisy smiled.
“Perfect.”
Milo stared at her.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because we’re getting closer.”
“Closer to what?”
“The truth.”
The mayor whispered,
“And closer to death.”
Everyone became silent.
Mrs. Crumble lowered her rolling pin.
Felix looked nervous.
Mr. Goldsworth stopped smiling.
Milo stared at the mayor.
“Why would you say that?”
The mayor looked toward the dark tunnel.
“Because everyone who ever searched for Room 7…”
He paused.
“…disappeared.”
Milo swallowed.
Daisy held up the key.
“Then we should be careful.”
Milo nodded.
“Very careful.”
The duck quacked.
Milo looked at it.
“You’re coming too?”
The duck quacked again.
Daisy smiled.
“I think that’s a yes.”
Milo sighed.
“Wonderful.”
That night, the group left the underground chamber.
They returned to Bumblewick just before midnight.
The town was quiet.
Too quiet.
Milo looked toward the abandoned theater.
It stood at the edge of town.
Its windows were broken.
Its doors were chained.
The sign above it was barely readable.
THE BUMBLEWICK GRAND THEATER.
Daisy held the golden key.
“Room 7.”
Milo stared at the building.
“I don’t like this.”
Daisy smiled.
“You say that every time.”
“Because every time something terrible happens.”
“That’s what makes it exciting.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Milo sighed.
They approached the theater.
The duck followed.
The mayor stayed behind.
Felix stayed with him.
Mrs. Crumble refused to enter without her rolling pin.
Mr. Goldsworth refused to enter because he was still angry about the missing toilet.
So only Milo and Daisy went inside.
The door creaked.
CREEEEAK.
Milo whispered,
“Why do doors always do that?”
Daisy whispered,
“Because they’re old.”
“Could they not just open quietly?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because then horror stories wouldn’t be scary.”
Milo stopped.
“Who said this was a horror story?”
Daisy looked around.
“Nobody.”
“Good.”
They continued.
The theater was enormous.
Rows of broken seats filled the room.
The stage was covered in dust.
Old curtains hung from the ceiling.
Milo shone his flashlight around.
“Where would Room 7 be?”
Daisy looked at the key.
“I don’t know.”
They searched.
Room 1.
Room 2.
Room 3.
Room 4.
Room 5.
Room 6.
No Room 7.
Milo frowned.
“Maybe there is no Room 7.”
Daisy pointed toward the end of the hallway.
There was one door.
It had no number.
Milo approached.
He inserted the golden key.
CLICK.
The door opened.
Inside…
Was a small room.
There was a chair.
A table.
And one old mirror.
Milo stepped inside.
Daisy followed.
The door closed behind them.
BANG!
Milo jumped.
“Did you do that?”
“No.”
“Then who did?”
Daisy turned.
The door was locked.
Milo tried the handle.
Nothing.
Daisy knocked.
No answer.
Milo sighed.
“We’re trapped.”
Daisy looked around.
“Maybe there’s another way out.”
Milo looked at the mirror.
Something was written across it.
He stepped closer.
Words appeared slowly in the dusty glass.
Milo’s eyes widened.
“Daisy.”
“What?”
“Look.”
She turned.
The writing said:
WELCOME BACK, HORACE.
Daisy froze.
Milo slowly looked toward the door.
“Horace?”
Daisy turned toward him.
“That’s the mayor’s name.”
Milo nodded.
“Yes.”
“But he’s not here.”
“I know.”
Daisy walked toward the mirror.
Another line appeared.
YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM THE TRUTH.
Milo swallowed.
“What truth?”
The mirror changed.
A new message appeared.
THE GOLDEN TOILET WAS NEVER THE TREASURE.
Daisy stared.
Milo whispered,
“Then what is?”
The mirror cracked.
CRACK.
Daisy jumped.
Milo stepped backward.
Another crack appeared.
Then another.
Suddenly…
The entire mirror shattered.
Behind it was a hidden compartment.
Inside…
Was a small black box.
Milo carefully opened it.
There was a photograph.
And a letter.
Daisy picked up the letter.
She read:
“To the one who finds this…”
She paused.
Milo leaned closer.
“The Golden Throne is not made of gold.
It is not a treasure.
It is a key.
And the person who holds it can open the door beneath Bumblewick.
But beware.
The door must never be opened.
Because what lies beneath it is not treasure.
It is the reason the Golden Circle was created.
And if you are reading this…
someone has already found the door.”
Daisy slowly lowered the letter.
Milo stared at her.
“Who wrote it?”
Daisy turned the paper over.
At the bottom was a name.
Eleanor Vale.
Milo’s heart stopped.
Daisy whispered,
“She’s alive.”
Suddenly…
A woman’s voice came from behind them.
“Yes.”
Milo and Daisy froze.
Slowly…
They turned.
A woman stood in the doorway.
She was wearing a long black coat.
Her face was hidden beneath a dark hood.
Milo’s heart began racing.
Daisy stepped forward.
“Who are you?”
The woman smiled.
“Someone who has been waiting fifty years.”
Milo swallowed.
“For what?”
The woman looked at the letter.
“For the Golden Throne.”
Daisy raised the key.
“Where is it?”
The woman smiled.
“You’re holding the key.”
Milo looked at the golden key.
Then at the woman.
“Who are you?”
The woman pulled back her hood.
Milo stared.
Daisy gasped.
The woman was old.
But her face matched the photograph.
It was Eleanor Vale.
She smiled.
Then whispered:
“Now you know.”
Milo couldn’t speak.
Daisy stepped backward.
“But the mayor said you were dead.”
Eleanor laughed softly.
“The mayor has always been a very good liar.”
Milo suddenly understood.
The message.
The scratched name.
The secret tunnel.
The Golden Circle.
The missing toilet.
Everything.
He looked at Daisy.
“The mayor knew.”
Daisy nodded.
Eleanor smiled.
“He knew everything.”
Suddenly…
A loud explosion shook the theater.
BOOM!
The walls trembled.
Milo fell.
Daisy screamed.
Eleanor looked toward the door.
Her expression changed.
“They found us.”
Milo stood.
“Who?”
Eleanor whispered,
“The Golden Circle.”
Another explosion.
BOOM!
The ceiling cracked.
Dust fell.
Daisy grabbed Milo.
“We need to leave!”
Eleanor shook her head.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s too late.”
Milo stared.
“Too late for what?”
Eleanor looked at the golden key.
“The door beneath Bumblewick.”
Milo’s heart sank.
“Someone opened it?”
Eleanor nodded.
Daisy asked,
“What happens now?”
Eleanor looked at them.
Then smiled sadly.
“Now…”
She whispered,
“…the real mystery begins.”
Suddenly…
The floor beneath them opened.
Milo screamed.
Daisy grabbed Eleanor.
Eleanor grabbed the table.
But the floor collapsed.
All three fell into darkness.
And somewhere above them…
A duck quacked.