Danny the Champion of the World
Danny the Champion of the World
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Can Danny and his father outsmart the villainous Mr. Hazell?
Danny has a life any boy would love—his home is a gypsy caravan, he's the youngest master car mechanic around, and his best friend is his dad, who never runs out of wonderful stories to tell. But one night Danny discovers a shocking secret that his father has kept hidden for years. Soon Danny finds himself the mastermind behind the most incredible plot ever attempted against nasty Victor Hazell, a wealthy landowner with a bad attitude. Can they pull it off? If so, Danny will truly be the champion of the world.
steel-rimmed spectacles; a quick clever little elf with a swift eye and a flashing smile and a fast way of talking. Nobody feared him. Many people loved him, and he was especially gentle with children. ‘Which ankle?’ he asked. ‘The left one,’ my father said. Doc Spencer knelt on the floor and took from his bag a pair of large scissors. Then to my astonishment he proceeded to slit the cloth of my father’s left trouserleg right up to the knee. He parted the cloth and looked at the ankle but he
and he is willing to pay almost anything to make it a success. He spends a fortune on those pheasants. Each summer he buys hundreds of young birds from the pheasant-farm and puts them in the wood, where the keepers feed them and guard them and fatten them up ready for the great day to arrive. Do you know, Danny, that the cost of rearing and keeping one single pheasant up to the time when it’s ready to be shot is equal to the price of one hundred loaves of bread!’ ‘It’s not true.’ ‘I swear it,’
SCHOOL WAS ERECTED IN 1902 TO COMMEMORATE THE CORONATION OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS KING EDWARD VII. I must have read that thing a thousand times. Every time I went in the door it hit me in the eye. I suppose that’s what it was there for. But it’s pretty boring to read the same old words over and over again, and I often thought how nice it would be if they put something different up there every day, something really interesting. My father would have done it for them beautifully. He could have written
operation, is it?’ ‘No, Dad, it’s not.’ ‘Do you know what this is, Danny? This is the most colossal and extraordinary poaching job anyone has ever been on in the history of the world!’ ‘Don’t go on about it, Dad. It only makes me more jumpy. What time do we leave here?’ ‘I’ve worked that out,’ he said. ‘We must enter the wood about fifteen minutes before sunset. If we arrive after sunset all the pheasants will have flown up to roost and it’ll be too late.’ ‘When is sunset?’ I asked. ‘Right
with a good hiding I suggest you pick on a person your own size,’ my father said. ‘Like me, for instance.’ Mr Hazell still did not move. ‘Now go away, please,’ my father said. ‘We do not wish to serve you.’ He took the key from my hand and tossed it through the window. The Rolls-Royce drove away fast in a cloud of dust. The very next day, an inspector from the local Department of Health arrived and said he had come to inspect our caravan. ‘What do you want to inspect our caravan for?’ my