Selby Shattered (Selby, Book 14)
Duncan Ball
Language: English
Pages: 65
ISBN: 0207200661
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Search for Selby Society is hot on his trail and eager to tell the world his secret. And, as if that isn't bad enough, there are shipwrecks, evil curses, ghostly gagsters and - worst of all - the Triple Terror out to get him. Oh woe woe woe - what is a dog to do? Read this book and see!
story out of that?’ ‘There are lots of ways,’ Selby thought. ‘What if someone told a lie and the old liar, liar pants on fire rhyme came true?’ ‘Look out the window,’ Mrs Trifle went on. ‘It’s summer and it’s hot. No, it’s not. It’s winter. What if it suddenly turned cold and started snowing? Well, it wouldn’t surprise me.’ ‘It would me,’ Selby sighed silently in his brain. ‘Because it’s never snowed in Bogusville before. But who cares? Just make something up! Think! What if a volcano came
computer and dived for the light switch. By the time Mrs Trifle looked into the study, Selby was lying innocently on the floor, pretending to sleep. ‘Something very odd happened last night,’ Mrs Trifle said at breakfast the next morning. ‘Oh, yes? What was it?’ Dr Trifle asked without looking up from his newspaper. ‘Selby was in the study using the computer.’ ‘Gulp,’ Selby gulped. ‘I’ve finally been sprung!’ Dr Trifle put his newspaper down. ‘Selby was using the computer?’ he exclaimed.
computer and dived for the light switch. By the time Mrs Trifle looked into the study, Selby was lying innocently on the floor, pretending to sleep. ‘Something very odd happened last night,’ Mrs Trifle said at breakfast the next morning. ‘Oh, yes? What was it?’ Dr Trifle asked without looking up from his newspaper. ‘Selby was in the study using the computer.’ ‘Gulp,’ Selby gulped. ‘I’ve finally been sprung!’ Dr Trifle put his newspaper down. ‘Selby was using the computer?’ he exclaimed.
Tears flooded his eyes. ‘I’m going to have to step over that line,’ he thought, ‘and drink out of the toilet. I’ve got to do it to convince the Trifles that I’m just an ordinary toilet-drinking dog. Oh woe woe woe! Look at that awful, smelly, disgusting mess. The loo looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for weeks. I’ll probably die of some terrible toilet disease! I can’t do it! But I have to do it! Here goes …’ Dr and Mrs Trifle could hear the sound of little splashes from where they sat in the
that jug in the fridge!’ Selby struggled around the room, getting slower and slower. He could barely lift his paws or move his legs. ‘I’ve got to keep moving!’ he screamed in his brain. (All of which brings us back to where we were at the beginning.) ‘I think he must have drunk some of the Nice water,’ Dr Trifle said, touching the hard water in Selby’s bowl. ‘Did you give it to him?’ ‘No. At least, I don’t think I did.’ ‘But you must have. He couldn’t have got the jug out of the fridge all