A walking stick lifted into the air and connected, hard, with the side of my head. Which left my shoulders and went sailing off through the air like a football. I staggered around, blind and giddy, trying not to fall down. When I got my sight back, the fat boy’s pram was gone, and the old woman had turned into an overcoat with a mean dude inside it.

“You realise we can’t let you live,” Oupa G’s voice said. “We don’t want others getting ideas that they can snatch a G and get away with it. Word gets out.”

“I understand,” I mumbled, clutching my splitting head. “I just have one last request. After you’ve killed me, will you make sure my kid sister gets back to her mother safely?”

Oupa G guffawed like a blocked drain. “You’ve got guts, I’ll say that for you, Rodent.”

There was a loud popping noise. Something zapped me on the cheek like a hornet. More pop pops. More hornets, drilling holes in other parts of my body.

I tried for a yell but it came out like a whimper. I didn’t even have time to say cheers to my sister before the ground knocked me out.

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