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Horrible Horace and the Slug
Horrible Horace and the Slug
Horrible Horace and the Slug
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Horrible Horace and the Slug

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One wonderfully damp and drizzly cold morning, a slug called Reilly wandered away from the confines, the safety of his garden. Sliming his way under the garden gate, he pointed his stalked eyes, one in each direction, along the busy street outside, wondering which way to go. “This is indeed a fine place to begin my travels,” he said to himself. “To think I might have spent the rest of my life, all seventy-five weeks of it, in that dull and ever so boring old garden.”
Being left-handed, Reilly decided to turn left (yes, slugs can be left-handed, despite their shortage of appendages). Sliming his way happily along the path, he believed the world was his oyster. Soon, gate and garden were far behind him.
“I had better be careful,” said the adventurous slug, “I don’t want to end up like uncle Myles. He wandered off across the road, and a camper van ran over him. I must be careful, to avoid such a terrible fate.” A mad, whacky story about the time when Horrible Horace found a big, slimy old slug.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateMar 18, 2015
ISBN9781326218393
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    Horrible Horace and the Slug - Gerrard Wilson

    Horrible Horace and the Slug

    Horrible Horace and the Slug

    Gerrard Wilson

    Horrible Horace and the Slug

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    One wonderfully damp and drizzly cold morning, a slug called Reilly wandered away from the confines, the safety of his garden. Sliming his way under the garden gate, he pointed his stalked eyes, one in each direction, along the busy street outside, wondering which way to go. This is indeed a fine place to begin my travels, he said to himself. To think I might have spent the rest of my life, all seventy-five weeks of it, in that dull and ever so boring old garden.

    Being left-handed, Reilly decided to turn left (yes, slugs can be left-handed, despite their shortage of appendages). Sliming his way happily along the path, he believed the world was his oyster. Soon, gate and garden were far behind him.

    I had better be careful, said the adventurous slug, I don’t want to end up like uncle Myles. He wandered off across the road, and a camper van ran over him. I must be careful to avoid such a terrible fate.

    Hugging the wall running alongside the path, Reilly slimed his way further along it. Spotting a child, a boy, coming towards him, he hunched down low in the hope he might pass without spotting him.  The boy, however, making a beeline for Reilly, reached down and grabbed hold of him. Hey, a slug and a huge one at that! he chirped. I will take it to school and show it about, and play a fine trick on teacher, no doubt! With that, he popped the unfortunate creature into his satchel. Trotting merrily away, he whistled Tiptoe Through the Tulips.

    When he arrived at school, the boy, his name was Horrible Horace, wasted no time in showing the slug to his friends. Hey, Barmy Bernard, he said. Look what I found on my way to school!

    Curiously eying the satchel, his Barmy best friend asked, What is it?

    Delving a hand into the satchel, Horrible Horace searched for the slug. It’s in here, somewhere, he said. Give me a second...

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