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Let’s do it,’ he said, against the sound of distant, terrified trumpeting.
They lay When five hundred crude two‑elephant bobsleighs crested the ridge ten feet away at sixty miles an hour, their strapped‑on occupants trumpeting in panic, they never saw the yetis until they were right on top of them.

Victor got only two hours’ sleep but got up feeling remarkably refreshed and optimistic.
It was all over. Things were going to be a whole lot better now. Ginger had been quite nice to him last night ‑ well, a few hours ago ‑and whatever it was in the hill had been well and truly down in the snow, their white hides turning them into two unsuspicious mounds. It was a technique that had worked time and again, and had been handed down from yeti to yeti for thousands of years, although it wasn’t going to be handed much further.They waited.There was a distant bellowing as the herd approached.Eventually the first troll said, very slowly, because it had been working this out for a long time. ‘What do you get, right, what do you get if, you cross . . . a mountain with a elephant?’It never got an answer.The yetis had been right.