The Dougal Trump Shed

 

I’m Dougal Trump – and this is my book!

I wrote it myself.* Well, mostly. And that’s me on the cover. I’ve got my second (or was it my third?) broken arm and I’m holding the football that just went through Mrs Grim’s greenhouse.

IT WASN’T MY FAULT!

 

Anyway, my book is all about my unreasonable parents, silly sister, mad dog and the creature in our shed.
And – here is our shed!

It’s at the end of our garden and is in a bit of a state. That’s because Dad STILL hasn’t fixed it. And now it’s got a creature living in it! I’m not kidding, there really is something in there. It’s got big claws and sharp teeth. And, if I tell anyone about it, I am DEAD.

Oops.

No one would believe me anyway. Do you?

You can help me by visiting my WEBSITE. It’s got lots of fun stuff on it and PRIZES! See you there!

*OK – I had a bit of help from an author called Jackie Marchant.
That’s because my mum threw a bin liner at her. Honest!