the flower is about to open, because the forest clears of animals just before it happens. Flocks of birds rise from the trees and troupes of monkeys flee in panic. The smell
reminded me of boiled cabbage and seaweed and eggs and cheese and drains all mixed together. Because of the legend, I was careful not to get too close, but even at a distance of fifteen metres my
nose went numb and my toes began to tingle! I’m very glad I wasn’t in that marquee at the Fair when the flower opened.
I have checked all my records and it’s true: this is the first time the Rotting Chowhabunga has been made to flower outside the jungles of
Brazil. Your grandad is a record breaker, and it gives me great pleasure to enclose his certificate.
Best wishes,
Eric Bibby
Keeper of the Records
‘Do you mind me getting one of these instead of you, Danny?’ asked Grandad.
‘No, ’course not,’ replied Danny. ‘We had loads of fun helping you win it.’
Grandma glanced up from the little pink baby bonnet she was knitting, and frowned at him. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
Danny smiled a naughty smile, and explained how adding the Pongy Potion to the cowpat barrel had caused the Rotting Chowhabunga to flower, and made everything in the vegetable patch grow so
huge.
‘And the great thing is, you can beat Ernie Slack every year!’ said Danny.
Matthew held up a piece of paper. ‘Because I wrote down the Pongy Potion recipe!’
Grandma put down her knitting and looked at the list Matthew had made. ‘You used my home-made baked beans!’ she complained.
Danny tapped the side of his nose. ‘ They must have been the Super-Secret Ingredient!’ he said.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
reminded me of boiled cabbage and seaweed and eggs and cheese and drains all mixed together. Because of the legend, I was careful not to get too close, but even at a distance of fifteen metres my
nose went numb and my toes began to tingle! I’m very glad I wasn’t in that marquee at the Fair when the flower opened.
I have checked all my records and it’s true: this is the first time the Rotting Chowhabunga has been made to flower outside the jungles of
Brazil. Your grandad is a record breaker, and it gives me great pleasure to enclose his certificate.
Best wishes,
Eric Bibby
Keeper of the Records
‘Do you mind me getting one of these instead of you, Danny?’ asked Grandad.
‘No, ’course not,’ replied Danny. ‘We had loads of fun helping you win it.’
Grandma glanced up from the little pink baby bonnet she was knitting, and frowned at him. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
Danny smiled a naughty smile, and explained how adding the Pongy Potion to the cowpat barrel had caused the Rotting Chowhabunga to flower, and made everything in the vegetable patch grow so
huge.
‘And the great thing is, you can beat Ernie Slack every year!’ said Danny.
Matthew held up a piece of paper. ‘Because I wrote down the Pongy Potion recipe!’
Grandma put down her knitting and looked at the list Matthew had made. ‘You used my home-made baked beans!’ she complained.
Danny tapped the side of his nose. ‘ They must have been the Super-Secret Ingredient!’ he said.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
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