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As she set off, King King began to swing his head from side to side. He wailed

and moaned, just as Lila had told him.

“Oh, I’m so hungry!” he whined. “Oh, I’m starving! It’s way past my

dinnertime. I wish I had a nice plump plesiosaur to eat!”
“Quiet while I’m swimming!” snapped Spinechilla; but King King kept on

wailing about his empty stomach.

“I could eat a hundred fine fat fish! I’m longing for a juicy ichthyosaur!” He kept

it up until she was too far across the lake to hear him.

Then, at last, he stopped.
“This is useless,” he grumbled to Lila. “Why did you tell me to say all that about

being hungry? It’s not doing any good. Look how fast she’s swimming!” For

Spinechilla was already halfway to the other side.

“Watch,” said Lila.

King King stared. Spinechilla was slowing down. She began to swim round and
round in circles, snapping at the water with her vicious teeth.

“What’s she doing?” he asked.

“She’s hunting,” Lila said.

Fish were leaping out of the water all around Spinechilla, trying to escape. As

the fish fled, she followed them, snapping at their tails and gulping them down
whole.

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