"This is so cool. Are you going to start a riot? There hasn't been a riot since... forever! Actually, I don't even know what a riot is, but it always sounds so exciting when mum and dad talk about the rioting hordes in the old days." Muggy's voice raced to keep up with the speed of her movements. She weaved in and out of her older brother's rapidly moving legs, dodging body pops, complicated high kicks and exaggerated Irish dancing feet flicks. Her brother, Badoo, tried his best to ignore her. Younger siblings, they were nothing but trouble. It wouldn't be so bad, but Muggy was the youngest pixling in his family and seemed to think she had to look out for him. But Badoo was fed up of Muggy always getting under his feet. His paggle had a thing to do and it just had to be done. He'd been practising his steps and he didn't want to get it wrong. Now Muggy was threatening to bolas his feet from under him ...
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