Little Wolf, Pack Leader
A fifth novel about this prize-winning wolfcub, illustrated by TONY ROSS.Mum and Dad write to Little Wolf, full of praise for Spoiler, the eldest cub of a neighbour, who has formed The Murkshire RHYWP . Determined not to be forced to join their pack, Little and Chums form their own; The Beastshire SPOBBTALOF . They all pull in different directions and Smells in particular is a pain. Without organisation or real purpose things get messy and they all get a bit snappish. Then comes news that the RHYWP have captured Mr Twister. Stung by this shaming blow, the SPOBBTHALOF elect Little as their pack leader and decide to shape up. Armed with pooled knowledge and camping skills they head off for Murkshire and set up camp. With the aid of a wickerwork Trojan Moose and nets, knots, latrine pits, an arksellent communication network, they re-capture Mister Twister for themselves. But in a suprise move, they release their arch-enemy into the wilds. Now Uncle Bigbad is a ghost, they realise that they need one wicked old villain, otherwise they would not have such great adventures.
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Source ISBN: 9780007118601
Ebook Edition © JUNE 2015 ISBN: 9780008140137
Version: 2015-06-19
For Oisín Twomey Brenner,who sometimes reads books for his dad
Contents
Dear Mum and Dad,
You say in your letter how is our darling baby pet, hmmm? I am kwite well thank you for not asking, hem hem, I know you mean Smellybreff really.
Answer, Smells is his usual small painy self. He has got a new craze, it is being a pop star on the drums. Today he has gone all whiny just because I took my saucepans off him for going dink donk on them with his hammer and lectric drill.
Smells said I must give him loads of gold for buying him a pop star suit plus proper drums. But I said, “Gold, what gold? Who was the 1 that blew up my safe with gunpowder so my gold went chinkle plonk all over Frettnin Forest? It was YOU!”
Now he is out in the Forest having a look and a wander with his metal detector, saying he will be rich soonly, so nah nah.
Can you take him back to the Lair with you, please pleeeeze PLEEEEEEEEZ? You know you miss him, yesss?
Yours hopingly,
Little Wolf
Dear Mum and Dad,
Your note sounds a small bit grrrrrish about me letting Smells have a wander by himself. I do not know Y, he comes indoors when he is starving (eg a lot). Beeeeesides, you always say give in to him, it is the only way.
Also you say you are not having him back just at the mo, but let you know if he has any luck with his metal detector, then you might have another think.
Now I will say my news. We are a bit short of snacks here (not much rabbits in Frettnin Forest any more, boo shame). Yeller (best friend and cuz) is not staying with me in my house. He has gone off southly for a rabbit hunt and private Lone Wolf practiss. I miss his cheery shouting. It is very quiet, except for Smells whining.
Normus Bear has gone away huntingly 2, only not southly. He is more westly so he can tickle trouts (not rabbits) out of Spring River down the valley by Lonesome Woods, Murkshire. Plus looking privately for a nice hibernaty cave for snoozing in when the snow comes. I miss his rufftuff ways.
Stubbs has knitted himself a nice twiggy nest on the roof. He thinks he can fly better if he starts from high up.
I can hear him going “Ark” to the big crows sometimes, but I do not see him a lot like I used to, only when he has a small arksident and falls down the chimney hole.
Mum, any rabbit rolls going spare, yes?
Yours hintingly,
Petit Starver (French)
Down the garden
Dear Mum and Dad,
I got a postcard from Normus today saying wish you were hairy (joke). He says he is having a nice time only a bit 2 much trout maybe, also no luck with caves.
You say you have got new naybores, nayboors, people next door called Fang and Mauler Snarl-Wolfington – they sound posh, but are they nice noisy wuns?
Yours interestedly,
L Wolf
The Law
Dear Mum and Dad,
Yeller says Arrrrrroooo by a short note to let me know he has made himself cosy in a nice smelly hole, not 2 sunny in the morningtime. It is a good place for having new ideas about funny tricks ect.
Here is a good 1 he sent me for tricking your mum. Go into the lav, get some toilet paper, go round and round with it till you are covered up, then shout, “Mummy Mummy.”
If your mummy comes along wurrid, saying, “Yes?”, then you say (hollow voice) “So am I, har har!”
Here is my Cheesy Toothpaste trick I sent him back. Get sum Skweezy Cheesy in a tube, cross out the words on it saying Skweezy Cheesy and put Toothpaste. Then if your dad says, “Hoy pack in cleaning your teeth all the time!” you say, “Har Har, I am eating cheese really.”
