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MISCHIEF AGAIN
by
Enid Blyton and Paul Kaye
Here is the second book about the
irresistible Laughing Kitten so en-
chanting that all animal-lovers, young
or old, will love it.
Tinker romps through the pages
once more, trying to teach the puppy
how to play the gramophone, how
to use the camera (in the wrong way !),
what a typewriter is or isn't for, and
what happens when you try to answer
the telephone! Floppy the puppy
is only too willing to learn, and to
share in all Tinker's mischief.
Again the photographs are superb
almost incredibly good in the way
they portray these ingenuous young
creatures. They are by Paul Kaye,
and the story is by that well-loved
writer, Enid Blyton.
This unusual book will please
everyone, and its pages will be turned
many times, with delighted chuckles.
Once more Paul Kaye, Enid Blyton,
and the Kitten have presented us
with a truly enchanting book.
ROY PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
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Misckief
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PHOTOGRAPHS BY
PAUL KAYE
STORY BY
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Library of Congress Catalog Card No. 55-9186
Printed in Great Britain
What are Floppy and Tinker up to
this morning? Mischief again !
'Floppy, help me to put this record
on/' says Tinker.
'Then we can have some music.
Careful now !
"Now, I'll wind up the gramophone
and the music will begin.
See, I'm turning the handle
aren't 1 clever ? !
Oh Floppy, why do you sit
on the record like that?
You're going round
and round
and round!
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Tinker, come up here with me
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Round and round we go oh, it's getting
slower now it's stopping! "
"Floppy, get off and I'll wind it up
again and put on another record/
-No HI get one, Tinker-
it's my turn to put one on."
'Oh, you bad puppy! YouVe broken
the record just look at the pieces!"
'Help me, Tinker it's sharp, it's
hurting me ! Oh, please do take it away !
There you are, poor old Floppy !
I've taken it away.
Is that better? Cheer up!"
Quick, let's go!
Somebody's coming and
they sound VERY cross.
Run, Floppy, run!"
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Are you hungry, Tinker? I am. There's
a nice smell coming from something up on
that table. Sniff-sniff! Whatever can it be?"
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climbing up the tablecloth oooh, it's
slipping off the table help!"
CRASH!
Whatever 's happened?
Was that an earthquake
or something?
Where are we?
Oh dear, what a mess!
Floppy, I've cut my paw
on that broken cup!"
Well, Tinker, lick it better!"
Oh Floppy, you've a dreadful
bump on your poor little nose!
Please do let me kiss that better.
Licking is sleepy work.
We'll lie down together
and have a little nap!"
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I'll do a little exploring all on
my own. What's this thing up here
that people call a camera?
Why, it has a little open door ..."
And inside is a funny little
dark room. It will just fit me
because I'm not very big."
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Yes, I thought so. It's exactly
the right size ... I shall hide away
from that naughty puppy."
If Floppy doesn't come to
find me soon, I shall be
fast asleep and dreaming/'
Hallo, Tinker! Fve been looking
for you everywhere. Is this a new
little kennel? Can I come in?"
It's a camera, silly!
I'll take a picture of you, shall I?
Oh Floppy, don't stand there
listening to the other end
you won't hear a thing ! '
And it's no use talking
into it, either.
It isn't a telephone.
Really, Floppy,
you don't know very much!"
Well, Tinker,
tell me what to do then.
Fll do just what you say!
Stand right away from the
camera, Floppy there, IVe
taken a BEAUTIFUL picture
of you.
You're a very good puppy."
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Oh thank you, Tinker. I'll
give you a kiss for that!"
Be careful, Floppy,
your paws are tipping
the camera be careful!
Oooooh! The camera's falling
get out of the way, Floppy!"
Now look what you Ve done !
Don't let's play with
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camera any more
Let's go and look
for something else!"
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" What's this, Tinker? Do you know?"
Yes 9 it's a typewriter.
I can write a letter with
it if I tap these little
round keys. Just watch.
"Floppy, get down!
You're spoiling
my beautiful letter.
You're being naughty again.
'I'm sorry, Tinker.
Don't look so angry. I'll come
and put your letter right
for you if you'll let me."
Oh Floppy, you can't use a
typewriter upside down like that,
Don't be silly!"
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap !
It's very difficult to type
a letter properly.
"Do let's have a little rest!"
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R-r-r-r-ring ! R-r-r-r-ring !
'That's the telephone bell
ringing, Floppy.
I'll show you how to answer it,
Just watch what I do!"
You lift the receiver off,
like this
and then you talk into
the end with the hole
'Now I 9 II try, Tinker
quick, give me the receiver
Oh dear,
now Fm all tangled up
in the flex !
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Floppy, you are the silliest
puppy I ever knew! You're always
spoiling things! I'll give you
such a biff on the head
There! That's what happens to little
puppies who haven't any brains!
Now behave yourself and be quiet."
'I shan't play with you
ANY more, Floppy!
You can just stay here by yourself.
Fm off to look for
someone else!
; Ah! Here's another kitten
to play with.
He's sitting on that
big round cymbal.
I'll jump up on the drum and
jab him with the drum-stick!"
Biff ! Aren't I clever
with the drum-stick?
Come down off the cymbal
and play with me, kitten!''
"What! You won't come?
Well, take that then biff-biff !"
"Tinker, stop that,
you bad little fellow!
I'll soon show you
how sharp my claws can be!"
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'There now, Tinker
youVe hit your own nose
with the stick
and youVe fallen off
the drum.
It serves you right!"
Tinker runs away in a hurry.
Ah, what is this
a saucer of milk !
'Just what I feel like!" says Tinker
"Quack, quack and so do I!"
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Quack ! Let me have some too !
Well, duckling do you have
to stand in the saucer?
Don't you know better manners
than that?"
'I know how to drink
milk just as well as you do,
kitten !
Oh dear Fm getting
my feathers all wet."
You've drunk all the milk, you
greedy duckling! Let me lick
your feathers dry, then I shall
at least have a few drops!
I'm tired of puppies and kittens
and ducklings. I'll go and talk
to that old brown horse.
Hallo, Dobbin, what's in your bag?"
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Hrrrrrrrrrumph ! Climb up and see,
little kitten. I'm eating my dinner
and it's very nice. I'll take my nose
out and then you can see into the bag/'
Hey, be careful, kitten you'll fall
in and get lost among my oats
there, I thought you'd go
head-over-heels !
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Peep-bo! Here I am, Dobbin! I don't
like your oats and I'm going home.
Do you know the way, please?
I feel rather lonely."
I'll climb up on top of your gate, Dobbin,
and see if I can spy my way home from
there. I want Floppy, he's my friend.
Oh, I believe I can see him!"
Yes, it's Floppy.
Oh dear, he doesn't seem
very pleased to see me.
Hallo, Floppy! I'm back again.
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So I see, Tinker. I hope you are
going to be a good, kind kitten now! "
Yes, I am, Floppy.
I'm sorry I was naughty.
Please be friends with me.
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Yes, we'll be friends. Come along
and cuddle up to me, Tinker.
I missed you dreadfully.
But now everything is happy again !
THE END
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THE lAUGHING KITTEN
by
Enid Blyton and Paul Kaye
Tinker, the mischievous, laughing
little kitten, romps through the pages
with his friends the puppies surely
the most natural, lively, lovable
kitten that ever faced a camera and
didn't know it!
The superb photographs are by
Paul Kaye and the story is, of course,
by that best-loved of all children's
writers, Enid Blyton.
This book will enchant not only
the children, for whom it is written,
but also all animal-lovers, no matter
how long ago their childhood.
This is a merry, amusing, real-life
story, with Tinker the Kitten as the
gay little hero. Open the book where
you like, you will have to smile.
Children of all ages will love this
book it is, in fact, that uncommon
phenomenon, a book with absolutely
no limit in age range the combina-
tion of Enid Blyton and Paul Kaye
and the Kitten is quite irresistible.
ROY PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
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