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First published 2011
Text copyright © Ian Whybrow, 2011
Cover illustration copyright © Adrian Reynolds, 2011
Text illustrations copyright © Puffin Books, 2011
Character concept copyright © Ian Whybrow and Adrian Reynolds, 2011
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ISBN: 978-0-14-196257-3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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:
ROAR TO THE RESCUE!
THE SNOW SMASHERS!
A MONSTER SURPRISE!
With grateful thanks to Anna, Thomas, Laura and Sophie Campbell whose sense of fun and combined spirit of adventure (including dam-building down the Batch) inspired the Grand Order of the Great Oak
Harry was in trouble. A collection of special cards on his key-ring gave him command of the world’s mightiest dinosaurs. Yet here he was, face-to-face with an evil little beast and with no back-up!
His room was a wreck. His most precious things had been scattered everywhere. The model plane he’d spent hours making had been smashed to pieces. Now sharp teeth were sinking into the palm of his hand, and cruel green eyes stared up at him.
At least the screaming had stopped.
Harry gulped but tried not to make any sudden moves. He knew that to show fear could be a disaster.
The door handle turned and Mrs Brattburger came in, pushing the door open with her hip. She was carrying a tray loaded with drinks and cakes.
‘Hey, you two! How are you getting along?’ she called. ‘Look what Harry’s mummy has fixed for you!’
As Harry opened his mouth to say something, the wild-eyed monster unlocked its jaws.
It was barely a metre high but moved sideways like a darting spider. It hurled itself at Mrs Brattburger and grappled her legs.
‘Whoa!’ cried Mrs Brattburger. She put the tray down on the bedside table. ‘Feeding time!’ she added cheerfully.
There was a gurgle from the pint-sized beast. ‘Mum-mee! I don’t like Harry!’ it whined.
Harry looked at the tooth-marks on his hand. Mrs Brattburger looked at the general mess and made a sad face. Her little monster looked at both of them and began to sob loudly.
‘There, there, Frederick darling!’ she cooed, clasping him to her chest. She gave Harry a knowing look over the boy’s head. ‘Don’t worry, Harry,’ she said in a loud whisper. ‘You wouldn’t believe how sensitive he is. He has a real problem making friends. I guess it’s just his age. But if you could just be patient with him, Mr Brattburger and I would be so-o-o grateful. It’s a terrible problem finding a place to leave him while we’re away on business. But then your mother offered. So kind of her!’
She cradled Frederick’s red, screwed-up face in her hands and said to him, ‘Harry really likes you, darling. You’ll soon be getting along just fine, you’ll see! When Daddy and I get back, you can tell us all about the heaps of fun you had together. Am I right, Harry?’
Yeah, right, thought Harry, rubbing his sore hand.
‘You were too soft on him,’ said Siri. As the only child of two professors, he liked to give his opinions loud and clear. ‘If some little kid wrecked my room I would soon show him who’s the boss!’
‘And he actually bit