Buch lesen: «Stanley's Christmas Adventure»
For Duncan
J.B
For Cash, Archie, Quinn, Clementine,
Olive, Lulu and Harley
R.B
First published in Great Britain 1985
by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd
This edition published 2017
by Egmont UK Limited
The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN
Text copyright © 1985 Jeff Brown
Illustrations copyright © 2017 Rob Biddulph
First e-book edition 2017
ISBN 978 1 4052 8808 8
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1830 1
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library
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CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Dedication and Copyright
Front series promotional page
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
SARAH
CHAPTER 2
THE SLEIGH
CHAPTER 3
SNOW CITY
CHAPTER 4
SARAH’S FATHER
CHAPTER 5
THE LETTERS
CHAPTER 6
GOING HOME
CHAPTER 7
CHRISTMAS
Once there was an ordinary kid called Stanley Lambchop. A bulletin board squashed him flat as a pancake. Flat Stanley became famous – he even foiled the art robbery of the century! Stanley’s little brother Arthur managed to reinflate Stanley with a bicycle pump, but ever since weird stuff just keeps happening to Stanley . . .
PROLOGUE
She was the sort of little girl who liked to be sure of things, so she went all over Snow City, checking up.
The elves had done their work.
At the Post Office, Mail Elves had read the letters, making lists of who wanted what.
In the great workshops – the Doll Room, the Toy Plant, the Game Mill – Gift Elves had filled the orders, taking care as to colour and size and style.
In the Wrap Shed the gifts lay ready, wrapped now in gay paper with holly and pine cones, sorted by country, by city or village, by road or lane or street.
The Wrap Elves teased her. ‘Don’t trust us, eh? . . . Snooping, we call this, Miss!’
‘Pooh!’ said the little girl. ‘Well done, elves! Good work!’
But at home in Snow City Square, all was not well.
‘Don’t slam the door, dear,’ said her mother, weeping. ‘Your father’s having his nap.’
‘Mother! What’s wrong?’
‘He won’t go this year, he says!’ the mother sobbed. ‘He’s been so cross lately, but I never –’
‘Why ? Why won’t he go?’
‘They’ve lost faith, don’t care any more, he says! Surely not everyone, I said. Think of your favourite letter, the one by your desk! He just growled at me!’
‘Pooh!’ said the girl. ‘It’s not fair! Really! I mean, everything’s ready ! Why –’
‘Not now, dear,’ said the mother. ‘It’s been a dreadful day.’
In the little office at the back of the house, the girl studied the letter her mother had mentioned, framed with others on a wall:
The girl thought for a moment, and an idea came to her. ‘Hmmmm . . . Well, why not?’ she said.
She looked again at the letter.
The name LAMBCHOP was printed across the top, and an address. It was signed ‘Stanley, USA.’
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