Awful Auntie

Awful Auntie

David Walliams, Tony Ross

Language: English

Pages: 104

ISBN: 2:00266701

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


From number one bestselling author David Walliams comes another heartfelt but hilarious hoot of an adventure Stella Saxby is the sole heir to Saxby Hall. But awful Aunt Alberta and her giant owl will stop at nothing to get it from her. Luckily Stella has a secret – and slightly spooky – weapon up her sleeve...

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were just the clatter of pipes and the creaking of floorboards. Stella was not so sure. Her eyes darted over to the huge oak-panelled door of her bedroom. At waist height there was a keyhole, though she never locked the door and didn’t even know where the key was. Most likely it had been lost a hundred years ago by some great-great-great-grandparent. One of those Saxby lords or ladies whose paintings were hung every few paces along the corridors, captured forever unsmiling in oils. The keyhole

terrifying image. Stella was rather attached to her arms and legs. But she was determined not to show any fear. “You will give in the end, child,” uttered Aunt Alberta. “No! No! I won’t! Never!” Stella exclaimed. “Oh yes you will,” replied her aunt. “Whether it will be tonight, or tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after, or the day after that, you will break in the end. Soon you will be begging me to let you sign over the deeds to the house. Then Saxby Hall will finally be mine! All mine!”

Alberta softly. “It’s the perfect murder, because the murder weapon will simply melt away.” “Melt away?” Stella was baffled. “What on earth do you mean?” “Come with me and I will show you.” The woman grabbed the girl by the hand, and led her out of the drawing room and on to the long sloping snow-coated lawn. At the end of it, casting a huge shadow, stood Aunt Alberta’s sculpture in ice. “My snow-owl!” declaimed the woman proudly. “It’s finally finished. Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Why are you

teaching her to dance. The memories already seemed like scratchy old black-and-white films, the pictures fuzzy and jumpy, the sound muffled. She fought to make them clearer. This was all she had left of them now. “Months ago?” spluttered Stella. “So I missed their funeral?” “Mmm, child. It was a terribly sad day, seeing their two cheap coffins lying side by side. Luckily the vicar gave me a discount for the funeral service as it was two people being buried in one go.” “Did you arrange some

squandered all her own money and plenty of her brother’s. However, she never once said thank you or did anything kind in return. Even when she was very little Stella had noticed the cruel way her aunt behaved around Chester. Alberta would roll her eyes whenever he spoke, and sneer whenever he offered her a smile. If it was someone in the family’s birthday, Alberta would slink off to her very own greenhouse, at the bottom of the long sloping lawn. Unusually the woman had blacked out its windows

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