The Magical World of Lucy-Anne: Lucy-Anne Tales, #3

By Derek Smith

Lucy-Anne's world is a magical place where a blanket on the washing line becomes a hungry elephant, where buses fly, where snowmen talk, where you might find yourself as small as a doll, or invisible, or turned into a runner bean.

 

'Half a dozen gently told tales of Lucy-Anne and her Daddy' (School Librarian)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Earlham Books
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781909804418

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Derek Smith

with illustrations by Ali Messum

First published by Walker Books 1995

Second edition Earlham Books, 2004

Third edition Earlham Books, 2020

Layout and design by Lia Rees

Text copyright Derek Smith

Illustrations copyright Ali Messum

All Rights Reserved

The right of Derek Smith to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988

ISBN: 978-1-909804-41-8

Contents

Title Page

Publishing Info

Lucy-Anne and the Elephant

Lucy-Anne and the Bus Ride

Lucy-Anne and the Runner-Bean Tent

Invisible Lucy-Anne

Lucy-Anne and the Dolls’ House

Lucy-Anne and the Snowman

Other Books by Derek Smith

About the Author

Lucy-Anne and the Elephant

Lucy-Anne got up and went out into the garden. At the bottom of the garden she could see a large grey blanket hanging on the line. As she went closer she could see it was a peculiar blanket. It had an eye and it wasn’t on the line. It had four thick, sturdy legs, and a trunk and tusks.

It was an elephant.

What are you doing in my garden? said Lucy-Anne.

It’s my garden, said the elephant.’

No it isn’t, said Lucy-Anne. That’s my house. And she pointed to the house.

Do you live in the garden? said the elephant.

Of course not, said Lucy-Anne.

Well, I do, said the elephant. So you have the house, I don’t mind that, and I’ll have the garden. That’s fair, isn’t it?

What about my swing? It’s not strong enough for you.

If I break my swing, that’s my problem. Anyway, I’m hungry. And he began to eat the roses.

Hey! You can’t eat those!

Why not? He ate some more, but: Oooaagh! Why didn’t you tell me they tasted dreadful?

Because I didn’t know, said Lucy-Anne. Now, I think it’s time you left.

Isn’t there anything to eat in this garden? said the elephant. Flowers, flowers and more flowers. I can’t live on those.

We didn’t know you were coming.

The elephant grew angry and charged around, knocking down the washing-line, the swing and the shed.

Stop it, stop it, stop it! shouted Lucy-Anne. Haven’t you any manners?

I’m hungry, said the elephant.

If you sit down, I’ll fetch you some food, but please get off the rose bed.

The elephant got off.

"Now, behave yourself and I’ll