Название | On Planet Fruitcake |
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Автор произведения | Anne Fine |
Жанр | Учебная литература |
Серия | |
Издательство | Учебная литература |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781780312750 |
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On Planet Fruitcake first published in Great Britain 2013 by Egmont UK Limited The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN
Text copyright © Anne Fine 2013
Illustrations copyright © Kate Aldous
The moral rights of the author and illustrator have been asserted
First e-book edition 2013
ISBN 978 1 4052 6356 6 (paperback)
ISBN 978 1 4052 6357 3 (hardback)
eISBN 978 1 7803 1275 0
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For Kit, of course.
Contents
2: ‘Is something wrong with your brains?’
11: Married in a flowerpot hat
12: ‘Don’t you want us thinking?’
13: A clever and beautiful chicken
15: Suppose! Suppose! Suppose!
17: ‘I will not have this pandemonium in my classroom!’
18: Purple cows and black ice lollies
1
Poor Philip had a problem. Everyone else adored his teacher, Miss Dove. They thought she was the nicest, kindest teacher in the whole school.
‘We are so lucky that we’re in her class!’ Beth kept on telling everyone.
‘Yes,’ Peter agreed. ‘She never gives us vinegary looks, the way the janitor does when we come in on wet mornings, tracking mud all over his clean floors.’
‘Or makes her mouth go tight and crimpy, like Mrs Edmond does when she’s getting ratty.’
Philip said nothing, but he wasn’t so sure. He liked Miss Dove. Of course he did. She was so gentle. But every time she called him up to her desk for a private chat, she said the very same thing.
‘Philip, you’re always so quiet when we have class discussions. You never put up your hand to tell us what you think. Do you suppose you might be a little shy ’
Poor Philip always shrugged. He didn’t believe he was shy. He made as much noise as anyone else in the playground. He cheered as loudly as everyone else when he heard there was pizza for lunch.
But he was quiet in class. He couldn’t think of anything he really wanted to say. If Miss Dove asked him a question like, ‘Does metal