Ground Control

Eranumaris froze. He rose up on his hind legs, staring at something beyond Fred's shoulder. Fred twisted around to look behind him, and gaped in horrid fascination. A section of the clay race track had cracked open, across all eight lanes. And now the broken edge was bending, rolling over to form a giant tube.

The track was rolling itself up, tearing the ground up as it went. And it was heading straight for them.

"Time to go, son! Follow me!" yelled Eranumaris. Fred turned around just in time to see the mole's albino head disappear back down the hole, which couldn't have been more than a foot in diameter.
"Are you insane!? I can't fit down there!" cried Fred. He could hear the rampaging tube of earth and clay bearing down on him, louder and louder, closer and closer....
But above the hideous roar, Eranumaris's voice came clear to his mind.

"This is your dream, Frederigo! You have power here just as much as that thing behind you! You can do anything! Now hurry!"

Time drew to a close for Fred. He was seconds away from being flattened by some lunatic dream-highwayman. Summoning all his concentration, Fred focused every thought on the hole, the hole that he could, that he must fit through....

1. And as the towering wave of earth came within an inch, Fred fell into the hole....

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