Poopie found a wardrobe she had never noticed before. It stood in the corner of the attic, tall and dark, with one brok

She pulled the door open slowly. Inside were old coats - heavy wool ones that smelled of grandparents and winter. Beyon

She fell. Not fast. Not scary. Slowly, gently - like a leaf in the wind - she tumbled through colour and light and a s

Poopie sat up. She was sitting on top of a giant pink mushroom. It was springy, like a trampoline. She bounced once, j

She was in a city. Not a city like home. A city built on mushrooms, connected by wobbly rope bridges and spiralling sta

A flamingo in a red uniform rushed past. His feathers were very ruffled. He was singing at the top of his voice. "A vi

"Excuse me," said a small voice. A rabbit in a blue waistcoat stood beside her. He held a little notebook and a very ti

Clover led her through the mushroom city. Creatures stopped to stare - furry ones, feathery ones, scaly ones - all with

"This is Lalaland," said Clover proudly. "Every mushroom has a different neighbourhood. That blue one is the Bakers' Qu

The Royal Palace was the grandest mushroom of all. It glittered in the sunshine. Its gates were tall and shimmery, like

Inside the palace, two very large capybaras sat on thrones made of woven flowers. They were wearing golden crowns. The

They gave her tea that sparkled. And cakes that tasted like her favourite dream. And a cushion that was exactly the ri

Then she noticed the Queen's eyes. They were kind. They were warm. But they were also - worried. Just a little. Just

The Queen leaned towards an advisor and whispered something. Poopie only heard two words. "Missing soldiers." The Que

Lalaland was the most wonderful place Poopie had ever seen. It had mushroom cities and rainbow bridges and sparkling te

Poopie looked around at the glittering palace, at Clover wringing his ears, at the Queen's hidden worry. She thought: I