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Paddington Novels 1-3

Paddington Novels 1-3

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Autoren: Michael Bond
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least six times to my knowledge. And I’m quite sure Paddington didn’t know it was yours. In any case,” she finished triumphantly, “who was it insisted it should go on the bonfire in the first place?”
    Mr Brown tried hard not to laugh, and then he caught Mr Gruber’s eye looking at him over the top of his handkerchief. “You did, you know,” he spluttered. “You said put it on the bonfire. And Paddington tried to stop you!”
    Mr Curry struggled hard for a moment as he looked from one to the other. But he knew when he was beaten. He gave one final glare all round the party and then stalked off into the night. A moment later the sound of a front door being slammed echoed around the houses.
    “Well,” chuckled Mr Gruber, “I must say that when young Mr Brown’s around there’s never a dull moment!” He felt underneath his chair and brought out a cardboard box. “Now I vote we get on with the display. And just incase we run out of fireworks – I’ve brought a few more along.”
    “You know, it’s funny you should say that,” said Mr Brown, feeling under his chair. “But I have some as well!”
    Afterwards everyone in the neighbourhood voted it was the best firework display they had seen for many a year. Quite a number of people turned up to watch, and even Mr Curry was seen peeping from behind his curtains on several occasions.
    And as Paddington lifted a tired paw and waved the last sparkler in the air to spell out the words T-H-E E-N-D , everyone agreed they had never seen such a successful bonfire before – or such a well-dressed guy.

That evening, after the bonfire had died away, the weather suddenly became even colder. When Paddington went upstairs to bed he opened his window a few inches and peeped out in case there were any more fireworks to see. He sniffed the cold night air and then hastily shut the window, diving into bed and pulling the blankets over his ears.
    In the morning he woke much earlier than usual, shivering with cold, and found to his surprise that the ends of his whiskers, which had become uncovered during the night, were quite stiff. Having listened for a while to make sure breakfast was being cooked, he put on his duffle coat and wentalong to the bathroom.
    When he reached the bathroom, Paddington made several interesting discoveries. First, his flannel, which he’d left folded over the towel rail the night before, was as stiff as a board, and it made a funny crackling noise when he tried to bend it straight. Then, when he turned the tap, nothing happened. Paddington decided quite quickly that he wasn’t meant to wash that morning and hurried back to his own room.
    But when he got there he had yet another surprise. He drew the curtains and tried to look out of his window, only to find that it was all white and frosted – just like the one in the bathroom. Paddington breathed heavily on the glass and rubbed it with the back of his paw. When he had made a hole big enough to peer through, he nearly fell over backwards with astonishment.
    All traces of the previous evening’s bonfire had completely vanished. Instead, everything was covered by a thick blanket of white. Not only that, but there were millions of large white flakes falling out of the sky.
    He rushed downstairs to tell the others. The Browns were all sitting round the breakfast table when he burst into the dining-room.Paddington waved his paws wildly in the air and called for them to look out of the window.
    “Good heavens!” exclaimed Mr Brown, looking up from his morning paper. “What is the matter?”
    “Look!” said Paddington, pointing towards the garden. “Everything’s gone white!”
    Judy threw back her head and laughed. “It’s all right, Paddington – it’s only snow. It happens every year.”
    “Snow?” said Paddington, looking puzzled. “What’s snow?”
    “It’s a nuisance,” said Mr Brown crossly. Mr Brown wasn’t in a very good mood that morning. He hadn’t expected the weather to change so quickly and all the upstairs water pipes had frozen. To make matters worse, everyone had been blaming him because he’d forgotten to stoke the boiler before going to bed.
    “Snow?” said Judy. “Well, it’s… it’s sort of frozen rain. It’s very soft.”
    “Jolly good for snowballs,” exclaimed Jonathan. “We’ll show you how to make them after breakfast. We can clear the paths at the same time.”
    Paddington sat down at the breakfast table and began undoing his napkin,

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