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that it landed on the gravel path next to the one the birds were walking along. It fell exactly where he wanted. Then he threw another slightly further along and then another and another so that it sounded like someone’s feet creeping along the gravel. Every stone landed perfectly.
    The birds’ heads shot up and they looked towards the hedge.
    The leading bird gave a screech and turned round. It headed towards the path where the gravel was landing.
    â€˜It’s working!’ Finlay whispered in delight as all the birds began to stalk into the pathway that led away from thecentre. ‘They must think we’re over there!’
    Max threw some stones in the opposite direction. The birds stopped, looking confused. Half of them headed one way and half the other. But the important thing was that they weren’t heading back to the centre!
    â€˜Brilliant! If we can just get past the bird by the escape gate we’ll be out!’ Finlay said. ‘If only we had a weapon to help us.’
    â€˜A sword or axe would be good,’ Max agreed. ‘But we’ve got nothing.’
    Finlay’s eyes fell on the sign below them. It was made of two thin circles of metal screwed on to either side of the wooden post, which had been placed in a heavy metal base. His eyeslit up. ‘Actually, maybe we have!’ He scrambled down the steps and fished his penknife out of his pocket.
    â€˜What are you doing?’ Max asked in astonishment.
    Finlay didn’t answer. Flicking the screwdriver out of the penknife he began to unscrew one of the metal circles. Within seconds he had taken it off the post and was unscrewing the second one. ‘Here!’ he said, holding up the flat metal discs in triumph. ‘I knew my screwdriver would come in useful! These are perfect! You can use them like throwing discs.’ He pretended to throw one. ‘Bet you could easily cut the bird’s head off with one of these and your super-accuracy.’ He climbed back up the steps. ‘You can chuck it from here!’
    Max took one of the discs from him and looked towards the escape gate. Would it work? The Man-Eating Bird was standing still now, just behind the gate. Its red eyes were gleaming evilly. Max’s fingers felt the sharpness

    of the edge. Fin was right. If he threw the disc hard enough and it hit its target…
    He assessed the distance from the platform to the bird and adjusted his fingers on the metal disc. It would be just like throwing a frisbee – though admittedly a metal, chopping-your-head-off kind of frisbee.
    The bird let out a savage screech.
    Max glanced round and saw the other bird monsters still hunting through the maze. They had to get out of there, and tackling one bird was better than meeting eight!
    â€˜OK,’ he said determinedly. ‘I’ll do it.’
    He brought the disc up to his chest, turned sideways on and then threw it as hard as he could. The disc whizzed

    through the air. Max caught his breath. It was going to hit the bird’s neck dead on target…
    â€˜Yes!’ Fin started to say in triumph, but at the very last moment the birdspotted the disc. With a furious screech, it jerked its head out of the way. The disc reached the point exactly where Max had been aiming but the bird was no longer there! Giving a terrible shrieking cry, the bird pushed open the gate and began to stalk down the pathway towards the centre.
    â€˜It knows we’re here now!’ Finlay gasped. He shoved the other disc into Max’s hand. ‘You’ve got one more chance! You’ve got to get it this time, Max, before it gets us!’
    â€˜But what if it ducks again, Fin!’ Max exclaimed.
    Finlay muttered to himself. ‘Think. Think.’ He turned to Max. ‘OK, we need to distract it, so it isn’t looking at you or the disc, is that right?’
    â€˜Yes! But how are we going to do that?’ Max demanded. ‘We haven’t got