Stanley's Christmas Adventure. Jeff Brown

      

      For Duncan

      First published in Great Britain 1985

       by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd

       Reissued 2012

       by Egmont UK Limited

       The Yellow Building

       1 Nicholas Road

       London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 1985 Jeff Brown

       Illustrations copyright © 2012 by the Trust

       u/w/o Richard C. Brown a/k/a/Jeff Brown

       f/b/o Duncan Brown

      First e-book edition 2014

      ISBN 978 1 4052 0783 6

       eISBN 978 1 7803 1222 4

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      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

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       CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title page

       Dedication and Copyright

Prologue

       1 Sarah

       2 The Sleigh

       3 Snow City

       4 Sarah’s Father

       5 The Letters

       6 Going Home

       7 Christmas

       Back Series Promotional Page

Prologue

      She was the sort of little girl who liked to be sure of things, so she went all over Snow City, checking up.

      The elves had done their work.

      At the Post Office, Mail Elves had read the letters, making lists of who wanted what.

      In the great workshops – the Doll Room, the Toy Plant, the Game Mill – Gift Elves had filled the orders, taking care as to colour and size and style.

      In the Wrap Shed the gifts lay ready, wrapped now in gay paper with holly and pine cones, sorted by country, by city or village, by road or lane or street.

      The Wrap Elves teased her. ‘Don’t trust us, eh? . . . Snooping, we call this, Miss!’

      ‘Pooh!’ said the little girl. ‘Well done, elves! Good work!’

      But at home in Snow City Square, all was not well.

      ‘Don’t slam the door, dear,’ said her mother weeping. ‘Your father’s having his nap.’

      ‘Mother! What’s wrong?’

      ‘He won’t go this year, he says!’ the mother sobbed. ‘He’s been so cross lately, but I never –’

      ‘Why ? Why won’t he go?’

      ‘They’ve lost faith, don’t care any more, he says! Surely not everyone, I said. Think of your favourite letter, the one by your desk! He just growled at me!’

      ‘Pooh!’ said the girl. ‘It’s not fair! Really! I mean, everything’s ready! Why –’

      ‘Not now, dear,’ said the mother. ‘It’s been a dreadful day.’

      In the little office at the back of the house, the girl studied the letter her mother had mentioned, framed with others on a wall:

      I am a regular boy, except that I got flat, the letter said. From an accident. I was going to ask for new clothes, but my mother already bought them. She had to, because of the flatness. So I’m just writing to say don’t bother about me. Have a nice holiday. My father says be careful driving, there are lots of bad drivers this time of year.

      The girl thought for a moment, and an idea came to her. ‘Hmmmm . . . Well, why not ?’ she said.

      She looked again at the letter.

      The name LAMBCHOP was printed across the top, and an address. It was signed ‘Stanley, USA.’