More Animals

Here are a few more of the animals that have appeared in my stories. The artist, Christina Boon, has illustrated them delightfully, and added so much to their creation.

 

Here is the baby pirate elephant again who first appeared in Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine. He only has a small part in that book, but because so many people loved him (thank you Christina for such an inspired illustration) and commented about him on my Facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Godwin/104964359685061?fref=ts

he has been named Edward – with discussion on Facebook – and I am in the throes on working on his own story.

This is the original drawing. Christina has kindly done some more for me, even though the book isn’t yet ready!

 

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Edward goes travelling with his friend, the pirate chicken, in his own story. I think her name is Pegs, as she lays a lot of eggs on the way. Here she is:

 

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Animals have even crept in my book about the amazing machines.

Here is the Clop-a-Hopper from Mr McMarvel’s Amazing Machines. She does much to help Tim and Mr McMarvel’s robot, Rupert, although she has doesn’t like to be told what to do. Tim has to entice her out of the workshop so that they can rescue Mr McMarvel who has been kidnapped  by the villains…

 

 

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Here is the Unlock Anything Machine from Mr McMarvel’s Amazing Machines. Mr McMarvel designed a wasp with extra special abilities for the very important job of unlocking anything.

 

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And here is Matey, the pirate porcupine in Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine. She is befriended by Evie, who keeps her, but Dad will have to build her her own home out in the garden. Luckily Dad is a builder so this will be very easy for him!

 

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Christina Boon – Illustrator

I would like to re-introduce the hugely talented artist who illustrates my books for me.  I am extremely lucky to have found her and she has so brilliantly drawn the worlds and brought my characters to life, that it is no surprise to learn in her own blog that she is getting very busy indeed.

Here it is: http://christinaboon.wordpress.com/page/2/

And here is some of her work for me. There is lots more on this blog and on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Godwin/104964359685061?fref=ts

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Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine

 

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Chapter One – A Knock at the Door

 

There was a loud rap on the door. Evie and her dad raced across the kitchen. They had been working hard all morning in the new house and they were hungry. Evie had unpacked the plates, and Dad had put the kitchen table up, just in time for a pizza lunch.           

Evie got there first. “Beat you,” she said, and pulled open the door.

It wasn’t the girl with the pizza, but a tall man with a patch over one eye, a scar down his face, a red jacket and long black boots.

“Avast!” said the man.

“Avast?” said Evie. “What’s that mean?”

            “Pirate speak,” said Dad, “for ‘hey’ or ‘look ’ere ye landlubbers.’ “

“You could be a pirate,” said Evie, looking thoughtfully at the man.

The pizza girl came puffing up the path. She stopped next to the pirate, holding a flat bag in front of her. Steam oozed out of the sides of the bag.

“Hurry up and build a proper road,” she said, her face red. “I’ve had to park my motorbike all over there, and walk across this rubbly stuff where your garden’s supposed to be.”

“Mum told Dad to dig the garden,” said Evie. “She’ll be home in four hours, but he keeps putting it off because he doesn’t want to do it.”

“Would have liked to be a pirate,” said Dad. “Davy Jones’ locker and shiver me timbers.”

“Is he a pirate?” said the pizza delivery girl, looking up at the man.

“Mad Mark, Pirate Cap’n,” said the pirate. “Thar be booty.”

“Booty – that’ll be the treasure!” said Dad, winking at Evie.

 “What treasure?” asked Evie.

“Arrr!” said the Pizza girl, speaking out of the side of her mouth. “Be that doubloons me hearty?”

“Aye, that it be,” said the pirate. “Parley, ye lubbers,” he added. He sniffed. “I smell dinner smells,” he said.

“Aha, he wants to talk about the treasure,” said Dad. “Come in,”

“Don’t mind if I do, I’m puffed,” said the pizza girl, pushing into the kitchen, a little rudely.

The pirate followed. Evie laid two extra places at the table and Dad set out the pizza in the middle.

“Lucky I ordered a large one,” said Dad, taking a hefty slice.

“Mum’s at work,” Evie told the pizza girl. “Me and Dad’ve been sorting out the furniture.”Dad and Uncle Robert had finished building the house on the outside two days before, but the inside was full of packing cases.

Evie didn’t mind helping, not really, but she didn’t know anyone round here. She’d like some new friends to play with, or even a pet. She’d seen some children down in the village, but didn’t know how to start talking to them.

“I won’t have any pizza – gone off it from smelling it all day,” said the pizza girl. She seated herself next to the pirate. “I’ll have some of that lemonade to cool me down.” She nodded to the cans in a box on the floor.

Dad tossed her up a can.

The pirate took a long knife from his belt. He dug it into the pizza and hacked off a raggedy-edge piece kept together by strands of melted cheese. He opened his mouth and gathering the dangling pizza between his gold teeth, chomped and swallowed.

“Pieces o’Eight,” said the pirate.

“That’ll be his parrot,” said Dad, nodding.

“Pieces o’Eight,” called the pirate, again, looking down. Evie heard a snuffling noise. A brown nose poked out of the top of his jacket, followed by two small eyes, followed by two stuck up ears, followed by…

“Spikes!” cried Evie, as a baby porcupine, with quills lying back like thick hair, wriggled out and slipped down onto the table.

Read the rest as an ebook – it is free on Smashwords, Kobo, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Diesel and Sony ebooks and only 77p on Amazon’s Kindle.

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Pizzas, Pirates and a Porcupine

Chapter One – A Knock at the Door

 

There was a loud rap on the door. Evie and her dad raced across the kitchen. They had been working hard all morning in the new house and they were hungry. Evie had unpacked the plates, and Dad had put the kitchen table up, just in time for a pizza lunch.           

Evie got there first. “Beat you,” she said, and pulled open the door.

It wasn’t the girl with the pizza, but a tall man with a patch over one eye, a scar down his face, a red jacket and long black boots.

“Avast!” said the man.

“Avast?” said Evie. “What’s that mean?”

            “Pirate speak,” said Dad, “for ‘hey’ or ‘look ’ere ye landlubbers.’ “

“You could be a pirate,” said Evie, looking thoughtfully at the man.

The pizza girl came puffing up the path. She stopped next to the pirate, holding a flat bag in front of her. Steam oozed out of the sides of the bag.

“Hurry up and build a proper road,” she said, her face red. “I’ve had to park my motorbike all over there, and walk across this rubbly stuff where your garden’s supposed to be.”

“Mum told Dad to dig the garden,” said Evie. “She’ll be home in four hours, but he keeps putting it off because he doesn’t want to do it.”

“Would have liked to be a pirate,” said Dad. “Davy Jones’ locker and shiver me timbers.”

This is the beginning of Pizzas,Pirates and a Porcupine – which was the first children’s ebook that I published. I was very lucky to find a brilliant artist to illustrate it: Christina Boon, and I am very grateful to Rachel Turner for her excellent editing.

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