Copyright
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The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips, The Elephant in the Garden, Little Manfred – Text © Michael Morpurgo 2005, 2010 2011
The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips, The Elephant in the Garden, Little Manfred – illustrations © Michael Foreman 2005, 2010 2011
The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips jacket photography © CORBIS (cat); The Imperial War Museum (background) Jacket design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2005
The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips disclaimer: Although the evacuation of the South Hams and the practices for D-day actually took place, this novel is a work of fiction. Any reference to real people (living or dead), actual locales and historical events are used solely to lend the fiction an appropriate cultural and historical setting. All other names, characters, places and incidents portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBNs:
9780007386017 (The Amazing Story of Adolphus Tips), 9780007352128 (The Elephant in the Garden), 9780007453184 (Little Manfred)
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008164492
Version: 2015-09-04
For Ann and Jim Simpson, who brought us to Slapton, and for their family too, especially Atlanta, Harriet and Effie.
Cover Page
Title Page
Dedication
Map
Chapter 1
Friday, September 10>th 1943
Sunday, September 12>th 1943
Thursday, September 16>th 1943
Friday, September 17>th 1943
Monday, September 20>th 1943
Tuesday, October 5>th 1943
Monday, November 1>st 1943
Monday, November 8>th 1943
Saturday, November 13>th 1943
Tuesday, November 16>th 1943
Tuesday, November 30>th 1943
Wednesday, December 1>st 1943
Wednesday, December 15>th 1943
Thursday, December 16>th 1943
Saturday, December 18>th 1943
Thursday, December 23>rd 1943
Saturday, December 25>th 1943
Sunday, December 26>th 1943
Monday, December 27>th 1943
Tuesday, December 28>th 1943
Thursday, December 30>th 1943
Friday, December 31>st 1943
Wednesday, January 12>th 1944
Wednesday, January 19>th 1944
Monday, January 24>th 1944
Thursday, February 10>th 1944
Friday, February 11>th 1944
Thursday, February 24>th 1944
Friday, March 3>rd 1944
Tuesday, March 7>th 1944
Wednesday, March 8>th 1944
Wednesday, March 15>th 1944
Monday, March 20>th 1944
Wednesday, March 29>th 1944
Thursday, April 20>th 1944
Friday, April 28>th 1944
Monday, May 1>st 1944
Wednesday, May 10>th 1944
Saturday, May 20>th 1944
Monday, May 22>nd 1944
Friday, May 26>th 1944
Tuesday, June 6>th 1944
Thursday, October 5>th 1944
Friday, October 6>th 1944
Postscript
Acknowledgements
I first read Grandma’s letter over ten years ago, when I was twelve. It was the kind of letter you don’t forget. I remember I read it over and over again to be sure I’d understood it right. Soon everyone else at home had read it too.
“Well, I’m gobsmacked,” my father said.
“She’s unbelievable,” said my mother.
Grandma rang up later that evening. “Boowie? Is that you, dear? It’s Grandma here.”
It was Grandma who had first called me Boowie. Apparently Boowie was the first “word” she ever heard me speak. My real name is Michael, but she’s never called me that.
“You’ve read it then?” she went on.
“Yes, Grandma. Is it true – all of it?”
“Of course it is,” she said, with a distant echoing chuckle. “Blame it on the cat if you like, Boowie. But remember one thing, dear: only dead fish swim with the flow, and I’m not a dead fish yet, not by a long chalk.”
So it was true, all of it. She’d really gone and done it. I felt like whooping and cheering, like jumping up and down for joy. But everyone else still looked as if they were in a state of shock. All day, aunties and uncles and cousins had been turning up and there’d been lots of tutting and shaking of heads and mutterings.
“What does she think she’s doing?”
“And at her age!”