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Mum and I got lost this morning.

Yes! Completely stuck without a compass and walking in the wrong direction. And we were only ten minutes from home. Bit of a silly idea to go for a walk if you ask me, but then, I wasn't asked. When we stepped out of the back door and found a blanket of white resting on the ground - Mum said it was called fog - that should have been her queue to return me to my warm spot next to the Aga. But no, on we went, into the familiarish unknown - I mean it smelt the same, but this time it wasn't only the footpaths that had disappeared, but the trees, the sky, the sun and the rabbits (I could hear them, but not see them - which was really frustrating; at least if I can see them, I can choose to ignore them, when I can only hear them, their rustling startles me and then it looks really uncool if I don't act like a dog and chase them, except I can't see them, so it's difficult knowing where to chase).

So we were lost:

Which way's home, Mum?


Then we found the stile


But after this we hit 360degrees of nothingness...


And after turning through 360 degrees neither of us knew where we were. So we blundered on for a bit - like a game of blind-man's-bluff, but with the fog wrapped round our heads instead of a scarf.

Suddenly we could see again


This was a bit of a surprise: not where we thought we were at all. Parallel dimension? No, parallel field and not a footpath in sight, but then there wouldn't be, as there isn't meant to be one here. Oops!

But even more of a surprise ...


Where had home gone?

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