was knitting our green string.
âDo you know why your yarn feels really scratchy, Uncle Drac?â I asked him.
âI blame Big Bat,â Uncle Drac grumbled. âI was knitting so fast yesterdayâafter you and Wanda disappearedâthat I ran out of wool. I told the dumb bat to find me some more green wool and he came back with this old stuff. Donât know where he found it.â
âWe do,â we said.
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That afternoon, Sir Horace had his birthday party. It was a great party, even though it wasnât a surprise. Wanda had gone down thesecret passage all on her own to find Edmund and ask him to the party. I was amazed, as I thought she didnât like the secret passage because of all the spiders. But Wanda said that she didnât care what was in there anymore, as long as it wasnât seaweed.
We all squeezed into the broom closet and sang âHappy Birthday to You,â then Sir Horace bowed and sang âHappy Birthdayâ back to us. Barryâs frogs did what Barry called their famous frog pyramid, which just looked like a pile of frogs to me. Then Barry tried to make Uncle Drac disappearâbut all that happened was Uncle Drac got covered in blue disappearing dust and started to sneeze. Brenda did a weird tap dance while spinning some plates on sticks, but all the plates fell off when Uncle Drac gave a really big sneezeand everyone went âEurgh!â But the best part was when Aunt Tabby and Brenda brought in the five-hundredth birthday cake. It was hugeâit had to be to fit all the candles. The candles were so hot that the icing melted, but the cake tasted great all the same. After that Sir Horace fell asleep, so we all tiptoed out and left Uncle Drac to listen to his snores.
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Sir Horace was happy after his birthday. He stopped hiding away and even started humming as he walked through the house, which was not such a good thing, as we got a little tired of Sir Horace humming âHappy Birthday to Youâ all the timeâbut at least we could hear him coming now.
Uncle Drac carried on knitting while his legs got better. Wanda and I got Uncle Draca whole pile of new green yarn, and now we both have really weird, lumpy green scarves.
It took Barry a whole week to get brave enough to tell Uncle Drac about Old Morris and the bat poo, and he was really surprised when Uncle Drac said he didnât careâhe was going into the scarf-knitting business. Wanda snorted and said, âLumpy scarf-knitting business, you mean.â
Brenda let us keep the green string, as itwas all ragged from where Big Bat had chewed it off the door. So we wound it up and hung it on the inside of the secret passage doorâready for the next time.
About the Author
ANGIE SAGE, the celebrated author of the Septimus Heap series, shares her house with three ghosts who are quite shy. Two of the ghosts walk up and down the hall every now and then, while the other one sits and looks at the view out of the window. All three are just about the nicest ghosts you would ever wish to meet. She lives in England. You can visit her online at www.septimusheap.com.
Visit www.AuthorTracker.com for exclusive information on your favorite HarperCollins author.
ALSO BY ANGIE SAGE
SEPTIMUS HEAP, BOOK ONE:
Magyk
SEPTIMUS HEAP, BOOK TWO:
Flyte
ARAMINTA SPOOKIE 1:
My Haunted House
Credits
Cover art © 2006 by Jimmy Pickering
Cover design by Amy Ryan
Copyright
ARAMINTA SPOOKIE 2: THE SWORD IN THE GROTTO . Copyright © 2006 by Angie Sage. Illustrations copyright © 2006 by Jimmy Pickering. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval
âDo you know why your yarn feels really scratchy, Uncle Drac?â I asked him.
âI blame Big Bat,â Uncle Drac grumbled. âI was knitting so fast yesterdayâafter you and Wanda disappearedâthat I ran out of wool. I told the dumb bat to find me some more green wool and he came back with this old stuff. Donât know where he found it.â
âWe do,â we said.
Â
That afternoon, Sir Horace had his birthday party. It was a great party, even though it wasnât a surprise. Wanda had gone down thesecret passage all on her own to find Edmund and ask him to the party. I was amazed, as I thought she didnât like the secret passage because of all the spiders. But Wanda said that she didnât care what was in there anymore, as long as it wasnât seaweed.
We all squeezed into the broom closet and sang âHappy Birthday to You,â then Sir Horace bowed and sang âHappy Birthdayâ back to us. Barryâs frogs did what Barry called their famous frog pyramid, which just looked like a pile of frogs to me. Then Barry tried to make Uncle Drac disappearâbut all that happened was Uncle Drac got covered in blue disappearing dust and started to sneeze. Brenda did a weird tap dance while spinning some plates on sticks, but all the plates fell off when Uncle Drac gave a really big sneezeand everyone went âEurgh!â But the best part was when Aunt Tabby and Brenda brought in the five-hundredth birthday cake. It was hugeâit had to be to fit all the candles. The candles were so hot that the icing melted, but the cake tasted great all the same. After that Sir Horace fell asleep, so we all tiptoed out and left Uncle Drac to listen to his snores.
Â
Sir Horace was happy after his birthday. He stopped hiding away and even started humming as he walked through the house, which was not such a good thing, as we got a little tired of Sir Horace humming âHappy Birthday to Youâ all the timeâbut at least we could hear him coming now.
Uncle Drac carried on knitting while his legs got better. Wanda and I got Uncle Draca whole pile of new green yarn, and now we both have really weird, lumpy green scarves.
It took Barry a whole week to get brave enough to tell Uncle Drac about Old Morris and the bat poo, and he was really surprised when Uncle Drac said he didnât careâhe was going into the scarf-knitting business. Wanda snorted and said, âLumpy scarf-knitting business, you mean.â
Brenda let us keep the green string, as itwas all ragged from where Big Bat had chewed it off the door. So we wound it up and hung it on the inside of the secret passage doorâready for the next time.
About the Author
ANGIE SAGE, the celebrated author of the Septimus Heap series, shares her house with three ghosts who are quite shy. Two of the ghosts walk up and down the hall every now and then, while the other one sits and looks at the view out of the window. All three are just about the nicest ghosts you would ever wish to meet. She lives in England. You can visit her online at www.septimusheap.com.
Visit www.AuthorTracker.com for exclusive information on your favorite HarperCollins author.
ALSO BY ANGIE SAGE
SEPTIMUS HEAP, BOOK ONE:
Magyk
SEPTIMUS HEAP, BOOK TWO:
Flyte
ARAMINTA SPOOKIE 1:
My Haunted House
Credits
Cover art © 2006 by Jimmy Pickering
Cover design by Amy Ryan
Copyright
ARAMINTA SPOOKIE 2: THE SWORD IN THE GROTTO . Copyright © 2006 by Angie Sage. Illustrations copyright © 2006 by Jimmy Pickering. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval
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