Illustrated by Pedro Penizzotto
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First published 2011
Text copyright © Ian Whybrow, 2011
Cover illustration copyright © Adrian Reynolds, 2011
Text illustrations copyright © Pedro Penizzotto, 2011
Character concept copyright © Ian Whybrow and Adrian Reynolds, 2011
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ISBN: 978-0-14-196240-5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Ian Whybrow is a bestselling author of over a hundred books who is proud to have been listed as one of the top ten most-read writers in UK libraries. Among his most popular characters are the hugely successful Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs, the barking mad Sniff and the much-loved Little Wolf. Ian lives in London and Herefordshire.
www.harryandthedinosaurs.co.uk
Look out for more adventures with Harry and the Dinosaurs:
THE SNOW SMASHERS!
For the Campbell children, Tom, Anna, Laura and Sophie, with my grateful thanks for their encouragement and advice
‘Hey, look! It’s the kid with the bucketful of dinosaurs!’
Harry was walking across the playground towards the school gates, deep in thought. His neighbour, Mr Oakley, had been robbed at the weekend and Harry was trying to think of a way that he and his friends could help. When he heard the shout, he froze for a second. He knew that voice. It was nasty and it belonged to Rocco Wiley.
Harry was old enough to know that if a well-known bully who’s bigger and older than you starts shouting, it’s best not to hang about. Besides, Harry could hear the sniggers of Rocco’s mates. They were loud kids, always in trouble. One of them, Philip Wells, was called to the headteacher’s office at least once a week.
Harry tried to stay calm and keep walking.
‘I’m talking to you, Dino-boy!’ said Rocco, louder this time. There was more laughter from his mates.
Harry stopped and turned. He saw the three boys, who were wearing identical hooded tops. They were standing with their hands in their pockets, and one boy had a foot flat against the wall.
Harry shook his head and laughed. He hoped he sounded like a person enjoying Rocco’s joke and spread out his hands. ‘Look, no bucket!’ he called. ‘And no dinosaurs. I haven’t had anything to do with dinosaurs for years.’
‘Thought you were a bit of a star, did you?’ sneered Rocco. ‘I bet you loved it in Assembly this morning – showing off, everyone clapping you!’
‘I had nothing to do with it,’ Harry said. ‘Mrs Rance was talking about ages ago! I used to be nuts about dinosaurs, that’s all.’
‘Yeah, right!’ said Rocco. ‘Like a baby playing baby games with baby toys. And I don’t like that kind of stuff, do I, boys?’
‘Nah! You hate baby stuff, Rocco!’ agreed Philip.
Harry sighed and took another couple of steps towards the gate.
‘Wait up, Dino-boy,’ shouted Rocco. ‘If you’ve grown out of baby toys then this won’t worry you one bit.’ He pulled a plastic dinosaur out of his pocket. It was small, and even from a distance Harry recognized it at once by the sail-shape fan on its back. It was a spinosaurus.
From his other pocket, Rocco pulled out a lighter. His friends cheered as he flicked it on and off.
Harry swallowed nervously. Lighters were dangerous and they weren’t allowed at school.
Rocco grinned as a yellow flame shot up from the lighter, quite high.
His little gang of admirers looked impressed. ‘Whoa!’ they yelled, jumping back.
‘What are you doing?’ asked Harry. ‘You shouldn’t have that at school.’
But Rocco just laughed. Then, very slowly, he pushed the head of the tiny plastic spinosaurus into the flame.
