Quentin Blake

Mr Stink


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       Copyright

      First published in hardback in Great Britain by

      HarperCollins Children’s Books 2009 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Steret, London SE1 9GF

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      Text © David Walliams 2009

      Illustrations © Quentin Blake 2009

      David Walliams and Quentin Blake assert the moral right to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work

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      Source ISBN: 9780007279050

       Ebook Edition © JULY 2013 ISBN: 9780007343829

       Version: 2018-08-22

       For my mum Kathleen, the kindest person I have ever met.

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       6 - Soap-Dodgers

       7 - A Bucket in the Corner

       8 - Maybe It’s the Drains

       9 - A Little Bit of Drool

       10 - Slightly Chewed

       11 - Hair Pulling

       12 - Pongy Pong

       13 - Shut your Face!

       14 - Lady and the Tramp

       15 - Bath time

       16 - Rule Britannia

       17 - Collapsed Bouffant

       18 - Rabbit Droppings

       19 - Supertramp

       20 - Grubby Toilet Roll

       21 - Wet Wipe

       22 - Long Lion Days

       23 - Plastic Snowman

       24 - Yuckety Yuck Yuck

       25 - Black Leather Mistletoe

       26 - Little Star

       Acknowledgments

       About the Publisher

       1 Scratch ‘N’ Sniff

      Mr Stink stank. He also stunk. And if it is correct English to say he stinked, then he stinked as well. He was the stinkiest stinky stinker who ever lived.

      A stink is the worst type of smell. A stink is worse than a stench. And a stench is worse than a pong. And a pong is worse than a whiff. And a whiff can be enough to make your nose wrinkle.

      It wasn’t Mr Stink’s fault that he stank. He was a tramp, after all. He didn’t have a home and so he never had the opportunity to have a proper wash like you and me. After a while the smell just got worse and worse. Here is a picture of Mr Stink.

      He is quite a snappy dresser in his bow-tie and tweed jacket, isn’t he? But don’t be fooled. The illustration doesn’t do justice to the smell. This could be a scratch ‘n’ sniff book, but the smell would be so bad you would have to put it in the bin. And then bury the bin. Very deep underground.

      That’s his little black dog with him, the Duchess. The Duchess wasn’t any particular breed of dog, she was just a dog. She smelt too, but not as bad as Mr Stink. Nothing in the world really smelt as bad as him. Except his beard. His beard was full of old bits of egg and sausage and cheese that had fallen out of his mouth years before. It had never, ever been shampooed so it had its own special stink, even worse than his main one.

      One morning, Mr Stink simply appeared in the town and took up residence on an old wooden bench. No one knew where he had come from, or where he might be going. The town folk were mostly nice to him. They sometimes dropped a few coins at his feet, before rushing off with their eyes watering. But no one was really friendly towards him. No one stopped for a chat.

      At least, not till the day that a little girl finally plucked up the courage to speak to him—and that’s where our story