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you do not want to encounter. You experienced it, didn’t you, Sabrina?”
    Sabrina nodded. Something had grabbed that reviser in The Jungle Book —something she could not see.
    “The invisible thing that killed my reviser will do the same to you if it gets a chance. Stay inside the events of the story,” the Editor said. His face was grave with worry.

     
    On the other side of the door, Sabrina found herself sitting in a milky fog. As she turned to look around, the fog danced and swirled. There was so much of the stuff that she could barely see her hand in front of her, but it was quiet and the fog was beautiful so she took a moment to calm her nerves.
    When her breathing slowed and her heart stopped threatening to pound out of her chest, she stood up and looked at her new surroundings. She had never seen anything like it. The fog was thick and came up to her kneecaps. It glided around with the slightest movement or breath. There was nothing else but crystal blue sky as far as she could see. The ground beneath her was strange as well. It felt spongy, like she was standing on a giant slice of angel food cake.
    “Uh, are we in heaven?” Daphne said, sitting up in the fog.
    “No chance,” Puck answered. “I highly doubt they would let me in.”
    They got to their feet and joined Sabrina, bouncing on the mushy ground beneath them.
    “It’s like we’re walking around on someone’s belly,” Puck said.
    Knowing Puck’s joke was completely possible, Sabrina snatched her sister’s hand and pulled her to her side. “Stay close.”
    Daphne shrugged. “It’s more like I’m walking on the moon. This is one small step for man, one giant leap for Daphne.”
    “Cool it!” Sabrina said. “The less attention we draw to ourselves, the better off we’ll be.”
    The little girl jumped one last time and came down with a jingle. “Ouch!”
    “What happened?”
    “I just landed on something,” she said. Daphne reached down into the fog and pulled up the end of a heavy burlap sack tied with twine. She untied it, dipped her hands inside, and pulled out a fistful of gold coins.
    “We’re rich!” Puck said. “I say if we have to be stuck in this book, we should at least get to keep the treasure we find. We’ll use it for our wedding reception, dear.”
    Sabrina turned pink and struggled to come up with a suitable insult.
    Puck bent over and farted, then scratched his rear. “I’m no detective, but I’m sure that bag is a clue.”
    “And all this fog?” Daphne added. “Does any of this sound familiar?”
    Just then, there was an enormous crash and the ground shifted, and all three of them toppled over like bowling pins.
    “What was that?” Puck cried, but his words were drowned by another monstrous thud and shake.
    “I don’t think we should stick around to find out,” Sabrina said.
    As they helped one another up, an angry bellow filled their ears. It sounded almost human, only it was louder than anything the children had ever heard. The hair on Sabrina’s arms stood at attention and shivers raced along her spine.
    “OK, we can relax,” Puck said. A grin spread across his face.
    “Relax? What about all that noise?” Daphne asked.
    “You didn’t hear what he said?” Puck said.
    “He? All I heard was a roar,” Sabrina said.
    “Nope, those were words.”
    “Well, what did he say?” Sabrina said just as another thud rocked the ground. This time the children managed to keep their balance, but just barely.
    “He said, ‘Fe, fi, fo, fum.’”
    Fear rose up in Sabrina’s throat like a bad shrimp. She knew what kind of monsters said “fe, fi, fo, fum.” Giants! She’d met about a hundred of them her second day in Ferryport Landing. And she and her family had nearly been killed.
    “We’re not standing in fog,” Daphne said. “We’re standing on a cloud.”
    “ Run! ” Sabrina shouted, and they all took off at a sprint just as a shoe the size of a battleship came crashing down. If the children