Squiggle
By B.B. Wurge
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“What child hasn’t wondered what it would be like to magically transform into a favorite animal? Squiggle, another great read from Wurge, takes us on such an adventure and will encourage children to use their imaginations, while teaching valuable life lessons.”—Jo Gilmour, teacher and children’s book reviewer, Brooklyn Elementary School, Wisconsin
Praise for Billy and the Birdfrogs:
“Billy survives by the sheer weight of its own insane internal logic. . . . There’s definitely an element of Dahl’s fondness for weirdness in this pup. . . . For those funny-book junkies out there, Billy fulfills a need. Downright weird, and that’s a-okay with me, it’s worth a gander.”—School Library Journal
“Mystery, suspense, and conflict build a plot of nonstop adventure. . . . Superb character development . . . clever illustrations, delightful humor, a marvelous story . . . with an appeal for all ages. Entertaining, downright funny, and highly imaginative. A great read.”—Midwest Book Review
When her soul becomes lodged in a stuffed-toy monkey, nine-year-old Lobelia embarks on an outrageous series of New York and Paris adventures, helped by an odd but kindly scientist, before becoming a girl again and being reunited with her family at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
B.B. Wurge began writing children’s books after leaving his first career as an orangutan in a primate house. He says, “I’ve been told the world is crazy. That may be true, but children can navigate successfully through our crazy world if they stick to fundamental principles: loyalty to family and friends, compassion, and an open imagination.” Wurge lives in an elevator in Manhattan.
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Squiggle - B.B. Wurge
Squiggle
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Billy and the Birdfrogs
Squiggle
The True Story of Lobelia Squagg
B. B. Wurge
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Leapfrog Kids
Leapfrog Press
Teaticket, Massachusetts
Squiggle © 2009 by B. B. Wurge
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A LeapKids Book
Leapfrog Kids
Published in 2009 in the United States by
Leapfrog Press LLC
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First Edition
E-ISBN 978-1-935248-07-1
For Sabine and Sarah
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The Author
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Once there was a little girl named Lobelia Squagg. At the time of this story she was nine years old, and she was a horrible little girl. I am sorry I have to tell you that, because when she was older she got much nicer. I wish I could start this story when she was ten years old. Then I could tell you about what a wonderful person she was, and how nice she was to everybody, and how everybody loved her. But the adventures that I am about to describe to you happened to Lobelia when she was nine years old, and happened, in a sense, because she was such a pest.
When Lobelia was nine years old all she ever did was lie on her bed watching TV and eating Salami Surprise Deluxe Potato Chips, straight from the bag. Her fingers were always greasy and covered in bits of potato chip. Her favorite drink was Coconut Bacon Cheddar Cola, and after every gulp of this poisonous liquid she would let out a huge burp full of salami, cheddar, and bacon. Her bedroom smelled awful.
If anything ever got between her and the television she would scream and throw the nearest object, like a clock or a glass of soda, at whatever was in her way. The Squaggs used to have a cat, but Lobelia had thrown so many things at it that it finally ran away.
Whatever Lobelia saw on TV, she wanted. Mommy,
she would screech, I want a Mighty GI Tract Action Figure Robot! I want it now! Go buy it now!
Or maybe she would screech, Daddy! Come over here right away and fix the antenna! The picture is fuzzy!
She was too lazy to do it herself.
Her bedroom floor was a jumble of all the things her parents had bought for her. Six radios, fifteen pairs of athletic shoes, a stuffed monkey, a stuffed hippo (that looked very nearly like Lobelia herself, except handsomer), an entire arsenal of plastic machine guns, five personal computers (her parents were rich), and countless other items still in their original packaging. Everything was strewn about and forgotten. She never wanted to play with anything—only to own it.
There was one thing she wanted, however, that her parents could never get her. Magic. Sometimes on TV, children would drink magical potions given to them by little old men in pointed hats; or they would run into magical fairies behind a shrub in the backyard; or they would open up a bottle of soda and let a genie escape in their faces. And wonderful exciting things happened to those children. They went exciting places and saw exciting things.
To tell the truth, Lobelia didn’t care much about going places or seeing things. She was content on her bed watching TV. But she really did want a magical potion, or a genie, just to try it out during a commercial break, especially if it was a boring commercial like a used car ad.
For the past several months she had been screeching on and off, Mommy, I want a magical potion like that girl has! Go buy me one, right now!
Or, Daddy, I want a magical wand like that boy has! Go drive to the mall and get one, right this minute!
Of course, her parents could not buy her these things, and so she was kept in a state of dangerous disappointment.
One evening after a dinner of Salami Surprise Deluxe Potato Chips, Lobelia was throwing an especially violent fit, yelling and howling and gurgling and kicking in bed. The TV, sitting on the mattress at the foot of the bed, rocked forward, and rocked back, and rocked to one side, and rocked to the other side—all the while Lobelia was watching it carefully, her putty face tilting forward, and back, and to one side, and to the other, along with the TV.
Her parents were hiding downstairs in the living room. Neither of them wanted to go upstairs and tell their daughter that the local mall did NOT sell elves. Not even at Aglibink’s Exotic Pet Store. So they pretended that they couldn’t hear her; which was absurd, because half the neighborhood could probably hear the terrific screaming.
All of a sudden, the screaming stopped. The house was silent, except for the very faint murmur of the TV.
Her parents glanced at each other with white, frightened faces. They weren’t worried about the sudden quiet, because that is how Lobelia’s fits always ended. They merely thought that the next TV program had captured her attention. What frightened them was the thought that, in a few minutes, at the next commercial break, Lobelia’s tantrum would start up again.
This time, however, they were wrong. Something had happened to Lobelia Squagg that would change her life forever.
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Lobelia stopped screaming when she saw a little man standing on her bed in front of the TV. She was so startled that she didn’t even remember to get angry at him for blocking the view. He was no taller than the screen of the TV. He was slender and dapper and dressed in a tiny gray business suit, neatly buttoned. He didn’t have any shoes or socks, and his hairy feet stuck out from the bottom of his trousers. He had a hat, a chapeau you might say, and a pointy mustache.
Mademoiselle,
he said, bowing. Permit me.
He reached behind him and turned off the TV. A noisy TV is inconvenient when you are trying to talk to someone. The murmuring sound that Mr. and Mrs. Squagg heard from a distance was not another TV program; it was a conversation between Lobelia and the little man standing on her bed.
The conversation went like this:
Do I have the pleasure of meeting Mademoiselle Squagg?
Lobelia stared at him with her eyes as round as golf balls and her mouth open (showing him a mouthful of chewed-up potato chips, but he was too polite to comment).
Am I correct in presuming,
the little man asked again, that you are the ever charming Lobelia?
Lobelia burped and said, Who are you?
The man made a sweeping bow. Monsieur Fondue LeFuzz, at your service.
Are you an elf?
she said. I want an elf. Did Mommy and Daddy finally get me an elf?
Lobelia’s parents had nothing whatsoever to do with the little man standing on her