Little Wolf’s Diary of Daring Deeds. Ian Whybrow

       Copyright

      First published in Great Britain by Collins in 1996

      This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2012

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      Text copyright © Ian Whybrow 1996

      Illustrations copyright © Tony Ross 1996

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      Source ISBN 9780007458561

      Ebook Edition © JULY 2012 ISBN: 9780007458578

      Version: 2015-06-19

       Dedication

      To my own daring-deeders:

      Ted and Amelie, Ella and Fifi

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

       Little Wolf’s Diary of Daring Deeds

       Also by Ian Whybrow

       About the Author

      About the Publisher

      Please please PLEEEZ come and move in here, you said you would. Because my cuz Yeller is coming soonly to be a Head with me.Then we can get some pupils and start up Adventure Academy at last!!

      I cannot wait hardly. I have found bags and bags of gold that Uncle Bigbad hid. That means I am RICH!! So we are going to have the best fun school ever. Also we are going to buy the best adventures in the world and put them in our playground. Then we can do daring deeds all the time, arrrooo!

      Go on, I want you to come so you can be proud of me. Dad can retire from his work at Fang and Mauler and put his paws up. I have made the cellar all nice and smelly for you just like the Lair, so you can be happy hibernators for ever after.

      Tell Smellybreff, yes, he can be a teacher because he is my baby bruv, but remember, me and Yeller are pack leaders, so no moaning.

      Yours hurryuply,

      Posh paper, eh?

      Big gales in the night. Tell the helicopter pilot I am a bit wurrid about him not seeing which part of the forest to come down in. So I have done HELLO HELLY LAND ON YOUR BELLY on a big mat for him.

      Still no Yeller, boo shame, where is he? I wish he would hurry up because his ideas are just the best. Also I need him to help me with adverts for our school. I did one today but it is rubbish, look:

      Well it is quite good rhyming. But shame I forgot to say about having fun and getting Daring Deed badges.

      I ’spect Yeller is coming by slowcoach (get it?).

      Arrrroooo! the postman came today with a big parcel saying, “Phew, heavy, hint hint.” So I said to put it down in the hall and filled up his hands with gold.

      He said, “Cor thanks, Master L, you are a lot nicer than your Uncle Bigbad. When he was here being Head of Cunning College for Brute Beasts, he used to eat postmen. He was a big horrible miser, he was. They say he had bags and bags of gold buried all over the place, but he never spent one penny, not like you. Good thing he went off bang if you ask me.”

      I gave him a small wolfly nip and a grrr for cheek and off he went happy and rich.

      All of a suddenly the parcel went crickle crackle rip. Then out jumped a something saying a huge big

      and making my heart hop like frogs. And what was it? It was Yeller! I was so pleased to see his funny pointy face and my trick arrow through his head. And so good to hear his voice again, yelling, “HELLO LICKLE, HOW DID YOU LIKE MY TRICK PARCEL?”

      Who else would think of a clever trick joke like posting yourself? Plus he brought me a posh present, a book for writing our adventures in. I am calling it My Diary of Daring Deeds, so 1 day all our grandcubs will read it and go, “Oo look, so brave,” ect.

      Yours proudly,

      Your crool letter you sent yesterday says you will not move in here now. Whyo Y have you changed your minds? Is it because Uncle Bigbad went off bang and Dad blames me? I bet