The Wrong Night

by Katrine Robinson

Overview

When you're bullied at school, you've got no friends or pocket money and your Mum can't cook, life can be grim. That's when you need an adventure, and that's what Percy gets - a superb, magnificent, magical adventure, plus pudding with custard!
There's also Grumbo, who may be old, but he's certainly not grown up, a reindeer with attention deficit disorder, an insanitary parrot, a talking tortoise, a terrifying teacher and a comfortingly satisfactory Aunt Lucy to ensure a happy ending. -Oh, and all the rest of course….
Perfect for readers of 7 and upwards- they'll read it again and again.

"How would you like it?" the figure rounded on him fiercely. "Having to go all over the place in the middle of the night when any other self respecting person is asleep in their bed, delivering presents to ungrateful children who can't even be bothered to go to sleep? Still," added the figure, relenting slightly, "At least you didn't leave brussel sprouts for Rudolph. They give him terrible wind, you know, but he simply can't resist them. Imagine it," he said gloomily, "miles and miles through the snow behind a reindeer with chronic wind.
"But it's the wrong night!" burst out Percy finally.
"What do you mean, it's the wrong night?" demanded the figure? "It's the wrong night. You are Father Christmas, aren't you? Only he's supposed to come on the night of Christmas Eve isn't he?"
"I'm a Father Christmas, yes. But it is Christmas Eve, isn't it?" he asked anxiously, counting on his fingers as he did so.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940032833215
Publisher:	Katrine Robinson
Publication date:	10/25/2011
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	2 MB
Age Range:	5 - 11 Years

About the Author

I write for children, not for the adults who buy the books.
That's because I like children.
I used to be one. Maybe I still am.
(There are rather a lot of them in my extended family, and some of them are pensioners.)

I try to make it easy to read aloud, as well as to yourself.
That's because not all children are good readers.
Some like a bedtime story read to them.
(Some books don't read aloud well, and I had to read some very boring stuff when I was Mum.)

I try to keep it grammatical and don't avoid big words.
I just make sure they're in context
- or I explain them as part of the story.
(That way they just get assimilated and it's no trouble to anyone.)

I'm not a celebrity or well known.
That's because I'm fundamentally ordinary and rather quiet.
I used to teach and then I became a complaints handler.
(It's not very exciting and I prefer writing, though I do make marmalade now and again.)