“Yep,” he says with a grin. “Waiting, and doing an intensive daily regime of kicks, punches, and awesome magic made me hungry.”

And I have to laugh, because I’m so happy to be back in Roar looking at Win’s wonky wizard’s hat and wonky smile and listening to him boast.

“What do you want to do first?” asks Win. “It’s going to be dark soon, but if we’re quick we could go down to the river and have a swim. Loads of tadpoles have hatched and they glow in the dark.” Suddenly his eyes light up. “Or we could find a unicorn! There aren’t many around, but if we go to the Tangled Forest we might be able to persuade one to give us a ride.”

I look beyond the forest and across Roar. The setting sun is giving everything a golden glow, and I feel giddy with the thought of all the time we’ve got in Roar and the amazing things we can do . . . But there is one thing stopping me from running off to hunt for tadpoles and unicorns.

“What about Crowky and his scarecrow army?” I say. “Is it really safe to go wandering about in the dark?”

Win strides to the edge of the rock and throws his arms out wide. “CROWKY’S GONE, MATE!” he shouts, making a fuzzy fall out of a tree. It bounces to the ground, where it stares up at us, wings trembling.

“Told you,” says Rose, giving me a smug look.

“Win, are you sure?” I say. “Crowky’s definitely gone?”

“No one has seen him, the Raven, or his scarecrows since you left,” says Win.

“But he could be hiding in the Archie Playgo,” I say. “There are hundreds of islands out there.”

Rose does an exasperated sigh. “Yeah, he could be, Arthur, but the important thing is that Roar is ours again, so stop being such a funge and let’s start enjoying ourselves.”

“What’s a funge?” says Win.

“A fun sponge,” says Rose. “Someone who sucks the fun out of a situation. Basically a funge is Arthur.”

“Yeah, stop being such a FUNGE, Arthur!” cries Win.

“I’m not a funge. I’m just sensible.”

Rose grins. “Said the funge.”

And then they’re both laughing at me, and even the fuzzy seems to be laughing because it’s thrown itself back on the ground and is rolling around from side to side.

“Fine, Crowky’s gone.” Just saying the words out loud makes me feel good. “Let’s go to the river. We can find a unicorn tomorrow.”

“You two can do whatever you like,” says Rose. “I’m going to Mitch’s hut.”

“We’ll come with you,” I say, remembering that Grandad wants us to stick together.

Rose shakes her head. “No thanks. If Mitch is there, we’re going to have loads to talk about. We won’t want you two annoying us.”