The Spooky Sponge

By Sam Cairns

Annie Morton is eight years old. A bit shorter and chubbier than the average girl her age, there are two things in life that really bug her: getting out of bed, and getting a wash. She can’t stand it! The very thought of it makes her want to pull the blankets over her head every morning and stay in bed forever.

That is, until she meets The Spooky Sponge: a snotty-coloured, raggy bit of sponge that has goggly eyes and a wrinkly mouth. But this is no ordinary sponge. This one lives. Both magical and spooky, it has powers that only Annie can control.

In this book, The Spooky Sponge meets Annie’s Mum. Payback time can be fun when you have a Spooky Sponge!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Next Chapter
• Release date: Jan 22, 2022
• ISBN: 4867526274

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The Spooky Sponge

Sam Cairns

Illustrations by Adam Clarke

Copyright (C) 2016 Sam Cairns and Adam Clarke

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2019 by Next Chapter

Published 2019 by Next Chapter

Cover art by Adam Clarke

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

Chapter 1

For the third time that morning, the voice boomed, Annie, get out of bed or we're gonna be late again!

Eight 'o' clock in the morning, with the rain lashing against the window, and the wind trying to push each raindrop through the glass, howling as it did so, Annie Morton, same age as the time, pushed the thick quilt away from her deliciously warm pyjama'd body. Instantly, the cold hit her, so she pulled the quilt back over her and once more trapped the warmth that had built up overnight, within the comfort of her lovely snuggily bed.

Annie wanted to lock the warmth away and keep it forever, but her thoughts were interrupted once more as the voice of her Mum, somewhat louder than before, bellowed "Aaaaaaaa-nieeeeee!!! Are you up yet?'

Mmmm, groaned Annie.

Well I can't hear you! yelled Mum.

Losing the battle to stay in bed, Annie huffily shoved the quilt off her, swung her legs off the bed and stomped her feet on the floor.

There! I'm up. Alright! she shrieked.

Satisfied that her daughter had eventually done as she was told,