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by Pamela Butchart


  Everyone clapped when Gary Petrie got on the bus and he did loads of bows.

  Maisie said that Gary could sit with us on the Bus Sofa and asked him where he had been.

  I thought that Gary had probably just been down at the River Garry sign, kissing it goodbye or trying to chop it down and take it home with him.

  But then Gary smiled and opened his hand out in front of Jodi.

  And Jodi FROZE and I know for a FACT that she thought it was going to be a BOGEY (also known as a CRUSTY SURPRISE) because Gary Petrie is usually like that.

  But it wasn’t.

  It was JODI’S LOCKET!

  Jodi looked TOTALLY SHOCKED for AGES and then she said, “OH! OH! How did you find it?! THANK YOU! WOW! THANK YOU!”

  Then Gary started saying loads of random stuff about the “WHISPERING RIVER” and his “RIVER KING SENSES” and Maisie giggled loads.

  EVENTUALLY Gary explained that he had gone HUNTING for it after breakfast and that he’d found it in the grass beside the River Garry sign. And that’s when I remembered that Jodi had DROPPED AND CRAWLED under the sign when she found the RED GLOVE in the scavenger hunt.

  Maisie gave Gary a hug and yelled

  and everyone on the bus gave three cheers and we all burst out laughing.

  Love, pugs and thanks to Nola, Theo and Elliot for coming along to Kilicrankie that day to do WEREWOLF RESEARCH. Who knew we’d find a horribly wobbly ear-shaped BLOOD MUSHROOM?!

  I’d also like to give a great big THANK YOU to Nicola and Thomas for the FANTASTIC design and illustrations, and to my editor, Kirsty, for being awesome as always.

  Most of all, I’d like to thank my husband, Andy, for being terrified of wolves. If he didn’t have nightmares about wolves (and dinosaurs!) chasing him, this book may never have happened.

  Copyright

  First published in the UK in 2017 by Nosy Crow Ltd

  The Crow’s Nest, Baden Place, Crosby Row,

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  Text copyright © Pamela Butchart, 2017

  Cover and illustrations copyright © Thomas Flintham, 2017

  The right of Pamela Butchart and Thomas Flintham to be identified as the author and illustrator respectively of this work has been asserted by them in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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  One time when we were playing Monopoly at Maisie’s house we couldn’t even get started because Zach COULD NOT decide if he wanted to be the hat or the car. And he kept saying stuff like, “But I like both. What should I do?” and “What if I pick the car and then I lose?” and “What if Jodi gets the car and she wins?”

  Then Maisie’s mum came in and asked us if we would like pepperoni on our pizza and I said yes and so did Maisie and Jodi but Zach said that he wasn’t sure. And then he put his head in his hands because he couldn’t decide about the car OR the hat OR the pepperoni and it was

  So that’s when I told Zach that he was being EXACTLY like HAMLET out of the Shakespeare play. And Zach said that he WASN’T and Maisie’s mum burst out laughing and said that he was, actually. Then Zach said that he

  So I asked Zach if he knew who Hamlet was and he said he didn’t.

  So that’s when I told Zach that Hamlet was the Prince of Denmark who had been at university for about twenty years because he couldn’t decide what to be when he grew up so just kept going back to college and doing LOADS of stuff like history and biology and hairdressing.

  But one day when Hamlet came home to get his mum to do his washing for him he found out that his dad, the King of Denmark, had died. And then his mum told him that she was going on a date with his Uncle Claudius and that there was some left-over lasagne in the fridge.

  Hamlet was FURIOUS because his mum didn’t even seem BOTHERED that his dad had died and also because she was going on a date with HIS UNCLE (which was TOTALLY WEIRD even though she was pretending that it wasn’t).

  Hamlet’s mum and his Uncle Claudius got back from their date JUST in time for the king’s funeral and as SOON as the funeral finished Claudius went down on one knee and PROPOSED to Hamlet’s mum! Then he told all the funeral guests to just stay sitting down because they were about to get MARRIED and he was going to be the KING OF DENMARK!

  Hamlet was totally SHOCKED because his uncle was about to become his STEPDAD and also because HE was supposed to become King of Denmark. And he probably should have grabbed the minister’s microphone and shouted, “Mum! You CAN’T marry Dad’s BROTHER! That’s disgusting!” and also “I’M THE KING NOW!”

  But Hamlet didn’t shout any of those things. He just sat there trying to decide what to do to stop the wedding until the minister said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” and it was too late.

 

 

 


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