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supply closet. Scared the life out of me!’
    Bindi shook her head. ‘They’re just bluffing. It’s a display they perform more from fear and uncertainty than from aggression.’
    Chris lined the cages up side by side, filling up the area directly in front of the devils so that they would have no option but to enter. ‘Normally they’d be happy to come to me but they’ve had such a night of it they don’t know what’s going on or who to trust.’
    He nodded to Bindi to begin walking and as she did so, thedevils backed slowly away from her towards the open cages.
    Just when it looked as if everything was going to be all right, a bellboy wheeled in some luggage, opening the main entrance doors into the foyer. The devils took one look at the open door and scampered past Bindi towards freedom.
    â€˜Shut the door!’ cried Chris, but it was too late. The bellboy pushed the trolley straight ahead and dived out of the way of the speed-demon hairballs. Adam was meanwhile checking out the bruising on his face in the foyer mirror. He didn’t notice the luggage trolley as it whizzed right at him.
    â€˜Ahhh,’ he cried, doing his best not to lose his balance, and managed to stop the trolley before it smashed into the mirror.
    He turned around, expecting congratulations on stopping the accident, but Bindi and Chris had already raced over to the main entrance to see the devils disappearing into the bushland outside.
    Adam began to follow them, grumbling under his breath. The bruise on his face was swelling, his face and hair were streaked with clumps of dirt, and sequins were coming off his suit. If he’d been going for the ‘distressed’ look, he was wearing the perfect costume!
    As he raced down the front steps, he was almost blinded by a series of flashes. There was a small group of Adam Starr fans camped out on the grass in front of the resort, hoping for a peek at their hero.
    â€˜Oh my gosh, it’s him!’ one especially excited fan shouted. The girls jumped up and down, taking out their mobile phones and snapping photos.
    Bindi turned around to see Adam and his fans. ‘You’ve got to be kidding!’ she yelled back at him.
    â€˜Hey,’ replied Adam, annoyed. ‘It’s not my fault I’m famous.’ He caught up with Bindi as Chris raced ahead.
    â€˜Follow them. It’s Adam!’
    The five teens gathered their stuff together and hastily ran after Adam and Bindi.
    Adam and Bindi didn’t have time to tell them to turn back, and they continued running through the thick scrub, hopefully in the direction of the escaped devils, with Adam’s fans jostling along behind, calling out for autographs.
    Suddenly, Bindi and Adam burst into a clearing. Bindi caught sight of the moonlight shimmering on the water and pulled up just in time in front of a boggy swamp. But Adam couldn’t see much past the moonlight glistening off his sequined suit, andkept running. He tripped over the log and fell face forward into thick mud.
    â€˜Oh no, not again,’ said Bindi, expecting another diva outburst of volcanic proportions.

Bindi and the fans watched Adam lift his face from the mud and begin to splutter. His sequins were no longer shining. For the first time that day, Bindi felt a little sorry for Adam Starr. She noticed the fans had gone quiet and even restrained themselvesfrom taking photos. They seemed nervous about what Adam might do next.
    â€˜Are you okay, Adam?’ asked Bindi gently.
    Adam sat up and wiped the mud from his eyes and mouth. His long fringe was a soggy mess, hanging over his face. He looked like some kind of ancient creature of the deep, the mud monster that parents made up stories about to frighten little children.
    Bindi struggled to hold in just how funny he looked. She let out a kind of snort, which caused Adam to look up at her sharply. Bindi started to giggle.
    â€˜I’m sorry,’ she laughed.