on the streets of London had its advantages. You slept under the stars. You ate all the fresh fruit and vegetables you could swipe. Best of all, you were the first to know about everything. News spread fast, and this was BIG news.
Having never been to school, Elsie couldn’t read or write. However, the newspaper sellers would holler the headlines to passers-by.
Could this be true?
A real-life monster?
Ten thousand years old too?
Elsie was old enough to know that monsters weren’t real, and young enough to believe that they might just be.
The girl had just swiped an apple off a market stall for her breakfast. Munching contentedly, she wove her way through the march of top-hatted gentlemen heading for work, until she reached the newspaper stand.
“Get lost, you little thief!” shouted the newspaper seller. He whacked the girl on the back of her head with a rolled-up copy of The Times.
You got whacked by grown-ups every day if you were an urchin. You were the lowest of the low. At least it made a welcome change from being battered with a broomstick at
“I only want to look!” pleaded Elsie.
“These papers is not for looking at. They is for buying. Now scram! Before I give you a kick where the sun don’t shine!”
Not being a fan of a boot up the bottom, Elsie smiled at the man and ambled off down the street. She turned into an alleyway, then reached into the back of her grubby trousers and pulled out a copy of The Times. The girl had become an expert thief.
There were big, bold black letters on the front page. Elsie knew these spelled out words, but it all looked like a jumble to her. The picture underneath did speak to her, though. It was of a peculiar creature that looked like an elephant.
Once, she’d poked her head through the flap in a circus tent to get a free show, and seen an elephant performing tricks. However, this elephant was covered in thick hair, and its tusks were long and curved. It was encased in a huge block of ice, and a number of Arctic explorers were standing around it, looking proud. Despite the creature’s bizarre appearance, Elsie found it hard to think of the poor thing as a monster. Monsters you were scared of. This animal you wanted to hug.
It looked a great deal smaller than the elephant she’d seen at the circus. Perhaps it was a baby. Despite having been dead for thousands of years, it still looked lost and alone.
“An orphan,”
whispered Elsie to herself.
“Just like me.”
As an urchin, Elsie was always on the outside looking in. Every day, she would see a whole other London whirling around her. Horse-drawn carriages speeding down the street,
children in uniform marching off to school,
lords and ladies stepping over her as they left the Royal Opera House.
Elsie’s brain was forever buzzing with questions.
Where was everyone going to at such a pace?
What did those scrumptious-looking cakes in the bakery window actually taste like?
And what was inside all those magnificent buildings?
One day, the girl decided to step out of her world and into the other.
Elsie was standing in front of the most magnificent building of all, the Natural History Museum. When she tried to walk in, she was immediately thrown out by the hobnail-booted brute of a security guard, Mr Clout.
“I don’t want no trouble from filthy beggars like you,” he shouted as he hurled her down the steps.
Elsie was not one to give up that easily, so she sneaked in behind a gaggle of top-hatted gentlemen.
Soon she was sneaking into the museum every single day. Elsie couldn’t read, but she earwigged in on the guides and soon became something of an expert. So, when she saw a picture of the “Ice Monster” on the front page of the newspaper, she knew instantly that it was, in fact, a woolly mammoth. Elsie had learned that these creatures had lived during the Ice Age, when sabre-toothed tigers, GIANT bears,
sloths
and beavers stalked the Earth,
and birds like the Teratornis, a bird bigger than a person, darkened the skies.
Elsie was desperate to follow the story of the Ice Monster. So every morning she swiped another newspaper to search for news of the creature. Weeks passed, and then one day she spotted a jumble of letters she recognised on the front page of a newspaper.
They looked exactly like the ones she’d seen on the side of her favourite building.
Elsie knew she had to meet it.
Soon after the Ice Monster was found,
