A crowd of people stand on a flat white plain. In the distance, a snarling roaring dark speck is hurtling towards them. “Go, Burt!” The red bike blurs past. Fingers click stop-watches.
Written by David Hill Illustrated by Phoebe Morris
A crowd of people stand on a flat white plain. In the distance, a snarling roaring dark speck is hurtling towards them. “Go, Burt!” The red bike blurs past. Fingers click stop-watches.
Written by David Hill Illustrated by Phoebe Morris
