This is StoryQuest. Today's story is the outside world.

You've heard of Earth, right? Our old blue and green home full of rivers, mountains and puddles,

well, humans rather mess that one up. Too much smoke in the sky, too much plastic in the

sea, and not nearly enough recycling of crisp packets. So the space boffins, yes, proper scientists in

white coats and baffling glasses, found us another planet. A good thing too, because by the time Earth looked like a muddy football pitch

after a rainy match, we needed a fresh start. That's how people ended up on planet Skedaddle 9.

Now, on Skiddle 9, the rules are different. For starters, the sky is a strange shade of line green. Gravity is a bit wibbly wobbly,

great for bounce races dreadful for soup. And then there are the flobberwamps, creatures that look

like a jelly crossed with a hamster, with teeth like a stapler. You don't want to step on one bare foot.

Because of all that, most kids grew up inside.

Safer, comfier, predictable.

Which brings us to Nona Crabble Snitch.

Nona was 12 and had never, not once stepped outside her family's domed habitat.

Her parents said the same thing every morning.

Inside is safe, Nona. Outside is not.

And those flobberwamps are a menace.

Grumpy so-and-soes who ate everyone laughing at them and they love nibbling on humans.

And Nona believed them, mostly.

But sometimes when she pressed her nose to the big round window and saw the sky ripple like lying jelly,

or when she watched other domes glowing in the distance,

or when she spotted a flobber wump bouncing by and stealing the neighbour's

wheelie bin, her curiosity itched. One Tuesday, or at least they called it a Tuesday, even though

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