Smelliest Day at the Zoo
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Slap bang in the middle of the hottest day of the year, the zoo's drains have blocked up and there's nowhere for the animals' poo to go! Mr Pickles the zoo keeper (who is looking distinctly green) must decide what to do with it all...Before the naughty chimps beat him to it!
Alan Rusbridger The Smelliest Day at the Zoo 2006 Slap bang in the middle of the hottest day of the year, the zoo’s drains have blocked up and there’s nowhere for the animals’ poo to go! Mr Pickles the zoo keeper (who is looking distinctly green) must decide what to do with it all…Before the naughty chimps beat him to it! Chapter One It was slap bang in the middle of the hottest day of the year that the drains collapsed outside Melton Meadow Zoo. The first that Mr Pickles, the
over the crocodile droppings and sat down to eat. Back at the zoo, Mrs Crumble frowned. Why was Mr Crumble telling her what a good woman she was? “I don’t know,” she said out loud. “What’s he on about?” The crocodile shook his big head in disdain. His keeper seemed to be getting stranger by the minute. In the meantime, Mr Crumble chewed enthusiastically on his first bite of crocodile poo. It tasted very funny. He tried spooning some more tomato sauce on to his fork, but it still tasted very
Mr Pickles and suggested they did a tour of the zoo. She thought it best that they saw how bad—or smelly—things had got. “Let’s go and see if any of the other keepers are doing any better,” she hissed. Mr Pickles struggled to strap on the gas mask. It was made out of heavy green rubber with two glass portholes to look out of and a long round sticky-out snout where the nose should be. “Thank-oo,” said Mr Pickles after he had finally stretched it over his head. The gas mask made him sound as if
keepers in disgust. Humans were just BEYOND GROSS. Chapter Seven It was now Saturday afternoon and as Mr Pickles lay in the bath at the zoo with his yellow rubber duck, trying to recover from the morning’s events, he realized the crisis had now been going on for twenty-four hours. Which meant—if Miss Ingleby’s figures were correct—that there was now approximately three tonnes of whatsit lying around in his zoo. Three tonnes! He leaped out of the bath and, as soon as he’d dragged some
PRESIDENT! An hour later the crowd had gone home, the animals were back in the zoo, the keepers were busy with their high-pressure hose pipes and Mr Pickles and Sergeant Saddle were enjoying a well-earned cup of tea together…with just an eye on the Test Match in the corner of the room. And a month later, Mr Crumble won first prize for the biggest cabbage the Melton Meadow Flower and Vegetable Show had ever seen. EOF