The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles
This stunning collection includes four of the best and favourite Bottersnikes and Gumbles stories chosen from the original beloved classics…Deep in the Australian bush live some very strange creatures.Bottersnikes make their homes in rubbish heaps. They have green wrinkly skin, cheese-grater noses and pointed ears that go red when they’re angry – which is most of the time.Gumbles are happy little creatures who can be squashed into any shape without being hurt. They’re clever and resourceful except when they go giggly. Then they’re far too silly to do anything at all.This is handy for the Bottersnikes who, with cries of ‘Got You’, grab the Gumbles, squash them into tins and only take them out when there’s work to be done. Can the Gumbles outwit the grouchy Bottersnikes and avoid being captured again?
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‘Running Down to the Beach’, ‘Willigumble — Late as Usual’,
‘The Adventures of Chank’, ‘Spring in the Air’ and ‘The King’s Party’
first published in Bottersnikes and Gumbles by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1967 ‘Supergumble’, ‘The Palace-mobile’, ‘The Art of Catching Gumbles’,
‘The Artist and the Dreamer’ and ‘Dump Development Scheme’
first published in Gumbles on Guard by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1975
‘Hot and Strong’, ‘Tinkingumble and the Dry Water’ and ‘Casting the Votes’
first published in Gumbles in Summer by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1979
‘The Dark Forest’, ‘Gumbleducks’ and ‘The Qwertyuiop’
first published in Gumbles in Trouble by William Collins (Australia) Pty Ltd in 1990
Text copyright individual editions © S. A. Wakefield 1967, 1975, 1979, 1989
Text copyright The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles © Betty Wakefield 2016
Illustrations copyright individual editions © Desmond Digby 1967, 1975, 1979, 1989
Illustrations copyright The Adventures of Bottersnikes and Gumbles © Brendan Gillis 2016
Cover illustrations by Desmond Digby
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CONTENTS
Bottersnikes are the laziest creatures, probably, in the whole world.
They are too lazy to dig burrows, like rabbits, or to find hollow trees to live in as the small animals do, and would be horrified at the work of building nests, like birds. Bottersnikes find their homes readymade, in rubbish heaps. When they find a pile of tins, pots, pans and junk, they think it is lovely, and crawl in. And live there, sleeping mostly. Best of all they like the rubbish heaps along dusty roadsides in the lonely Australian bush, where they can sleep for weeks, undisturbed.
Once, in a rubbish heap like this, two long black ears poked out of a watering can. The ears came first because they were twice as long as the head they belonged to. Between the ears appeared an ugly green face with slanted eyes, a nose like a cheese grater and a mean mouth with pointed teeth sticking out. The skin was wrinkly all over and little toadstools grew where the eyebrows should have been.
This was the King of the Bottersnikes. He squeezed out of the watering can.
The King’s ears turned bright red because he was angry — this always happens with Bottersnikes when they get angry — and the cause of his temper was a thistle growing through the bottom of his bed. But he was too lazy to pull it out and just stood there looking, with his ears growing redder. Near him he saw an old rusting car, propped against a gum tree. What a palace that would make for a Bottersnike King! ‘If someone would open the door,’ he thought, ‘I would get in.’
So the King yelled at the top of his voice for help — and very loud that is; but the other Bottersnikes, all twenty or so of the King’s band, snored loudly from their beds in the rubbish to show they had not heard.
This meant that the King would have to pull someone out of bed, kick him and twist his tail till he woke up, and make him open the car door, so that the King could get in. Bottersnikes go to no end of trouble to do things the easiest way. ‘There is no one, no one at all,’ the King growled, ‘who will help.’ His ears glowed in a royal rage that was quite terrible to see.
As the King was yelling for help the Gumbles happened to be passing, which was just their bad luck. They were on their way down the hill to a little stream they knew of, called Earlyfruit Creek, where the water flowed into quiet pools and banks of sand made tiny beaches just right for Gumble paddling.
