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He passed the treasure room. The door was open. He’d left it open when he ran

down to the dungeon in a hurry.
“Oops,” said Jack. “I hope nobody’s stolen the treasure!” He peered into the

cold, dark room.
“WEEEGH!!” cried the Thing. It scurried into the treasure room, ran to the

darkest corner and sat down on a heap of coins.

“Do you like it here?” said Jack.
“EEEBOOG!!”

“Try it with the door closed,” suggested Jack. “It’s even darker then.” He shut
the door and stood outside, listening.

The Thing was humming happily. “POOBLE DOOBLE COOBLE CLUNG.”

Just then, the King came puffing up.
“I never finished counting out my money,” he said. “Stand guard for me, Jack!”

“You’ve got a new guard now,” said Jack.
“Have I? Where?” The King looked round.

“In there.”
The King opened the door.

“RROARRGH!!” went the treasure room.

The King closed the door again quickly.
“Jolly good,” he said. “What an excellent guard. I, um, I don’t think I’ll do any

more counting just now. I’ll go for a ride with Fifi instead.”
When the King returned from his ride, he went to the treasure room and opened

the door a crack…

“YEROWLL!!”
“Maybe later,” said the King, and he went to help the Queen put up her shelves.

When the shelves were up, he tiptoed to the treasure room. He opened the door
as quietly as he could.

“OOURRARGH!!”

“Time for a game of tiddlywinks,” the King decided. “The counting can wait till
next week. Or next year.”

The Thing stayed in the treasure room, where it was perfectly happy in the cold
and dark. It only howled when people opened the door. So it was very good at

keeping thieves away.