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into the kitchen to discover Samantha cooking breakfast as Nanny Piggins, still wearing her dress from the night before, regaled the children with the story of her adventures.
'. . . and then I climbed up the flagpole with his trousers and hung them from the top. So we must all go down to the town hall after breakfast to see if Senator Peterson's pants are still there.'
Mr Green cleared his throat. This was his favourite way of calling attention to himself. It saved him having to think of something to say.
Nanny Piggins and the children turned to look at him.
'So you had a good evening then?' Mr Green asked. He knew he had to find out what went on but he was not sure where to begin.
'We had a pretty good night,' said Nanny Piggins cautiously. 'For a bunch of old fuddy duddies, they warmed up all right.'
'Good, good,' said Mr Green, although he clearly thought it was nothing of the kind. 'So, er . . .' He was trying to get to the important bit that he really wanted to know. 'So, er . . . nobody said anything about, er . . . sacking me for taking a pig to the annual dinner then?'
'Nobody said anything about you all evening,' said Nanny Piggins conclusively, as she bit into a delicious egg sandwich.
Now many people would have taken this as an insult but it is a testament to how boring Mr Green is that he found this to be a great relief indeed.
'Oh, good,' he said. 'Well I'll pop out and pick up that cake for you, shall I?'
'That would be very nice,' agreed Nanny Piggins between mouthfuls. 'Although you might want to get me two cakes while you're there.'
'Why?' asked Mr Green. He could never see why he should part with any more money than he had to.
'Because Ms Dunkhurst offered me a job,' said Nanny Piggins. 'She wants me to be the new senior partner. She thinks it will be a refreshing change to have a partner who has never studied law.'
'Oh my gosh!' exclaimed Mr Green. He clutched his chest, desperately wishing that he would be struck dead with a heart attack then and there.
'Sooo . . .' said Nanny Piggins, letting him wallow in agony for as long as possible. 'I thought you might want to bribe me not to take the job.'
Mr Green sighed a huge sigh of relief. 'Two cakes it is then.'
With that he rushed out of the house and down to the bakery before she could increase her demands.
C HAPTER 6
Nanny vs. Nanny
The Green children were sitting on top of their family home learning about Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation by throwing things off the roof. The whole thing had been their nanny's idea. She knew a lot about gravity, being a former flying pig. They had started with apples and bags of flour and progressed to pot plants and their father's portable radio. The children were impressed to discover that even though he was old and dead, Isaac Newton really knew what he was talking about.
They were just about to throw their father's filing cabinet off the roof when Michael noticed a woman standing at the front of their house.
'Who's that?' he asked.
Derrick, Samantha and Nanny Piggins peered over the edge to take a look. It is hard to tell a lot about someone from the top of their head. All they could see was her broad-brimmed straw hat, the swaying material of her long skirt and the large guitar case she held in her hand.
'Do you think she is some kind of travelling musician?' asked Samantha.
'Just because someone has a guitar case does not necessarily mean they have a guitar,' said Nanny Piggins. 'In the olden days mobsters used to carry machine-guns in violin cases. So imagine what sort of weapon could fit into a guitar case . . . they're much bigger.'
They all lay with their noses just over the edge of the roof, wondering, when the woman actually had the audacity to look up at them.
'Quick, hide!' said Nanny Piggins.
There was no reason for them to hide. This was their house. If anybody had a right to be up on the roof throwing things off, it was them.
'Hello, you people hiding on the roof,' called the
'. . . and then I climbed up the flagpole with his trousers and hung them from the top. So we must all go down to the town hall after breakfast to see if Senator Peterson's pants are still there.'
Mr Green cleared his throat. This was his favourite way of calling attention to himself. It saved him having to think of something to say.
Nanny Piggins and the children turned to look at him.
'So you had a good evening then?' Mr Green asked. He knew he had to find out what went on but he was not sure where to begin.
'We had a pretty good night,' said Nanny Piggins cautiously. 'For a bunch of old fuddy duddies, they warmed up all right.'
'Good, good,' said Mr Green, although he clearly thought it was nothing of the kind. 'So, er . . .' He was trying to get to the important bit that he really wanted to know. 'So, er . . . nobody said anything about, er . . . sacking me for taking a pig to the annual dinner then?'
'Nobody said anything about you all evening,' said Nanny Piggins conclusively, as she bit into a delicious egg sandwich.
Now many people would have taken this as an insult but it is a testament to how boring Mr Green is that he found this to be a great relief indeed.
'Oh, good,' he said. 'Well I'll pop out and pick up that cake for you, shall I?'
'That would be very nice,' agreed Nanny Piggins between mouthfuls. 'Although you might want to get me two cakes while you're there.'
'Why?' asked Mr Green. He could never see why he should part with any more money than he had to.
'Because Ms Dunkhurst offered me a job,' said Nanny Piggins. 'She wants me to be the new senior partner. She thinks it will be a refreshing change to have a partner who has never studied law.'
'Oh my gosh!' exclaimed Mr Green. He clutched his chest, desperately wishing that he would be struck dead with a heart attack then and there.
'Sooo . . .' said Nanny Piggins, letting him wallow in agony for as long as possible. 'I thought you might want to bribe me not to take the job.'
Mr Green sighed a huge sigh of relief. 'Two cakes it is then.'
With that he rushed out of the house and down to the bakery before she could increase her demands.
C HAPTER 6
Nanny vs. Nanny
The Green children were sitting on top of their family home learning about Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation by throwing things off the roof. The whole thing had been their nanny's idea. She knew a lot about gravity, being a former flying pig. They had started with apples and bags of flour and progressed to pot plants and their father's portable radio. The children were impressed to discover that even though he was old and dead, Isaac Newton really knew what he was talking about.
They were just about to throw their father's filing cabinet off the roof when Michael noticed a woman standing at the front of their house.
'Who's that?' he asked.
Derrick, Samantha and Nanny Piggins peered over the edge to take a look. It is hard to tell a lot about someone from the top of their head. All they could see was her broad-brimmed straw hat, the swaying material of her long skirt and the large guitar case she held in her hand.
'Do you think she is some kind of travelling musician?' asked Samantha.
'Just because someone has a guitar case does not necessarily mean they have a guitar,' said Nanny Piggins. 'In the olden days mobsters used to carry machine-guns in violin cases. So imagine what sort of weapon could fit into a guitar case . . . they're much bigger.'
They all lay with their noses just over the edge of the roof, wondering, when the woman actually had the audacity to look up at them.
'Quick, hide!' said Nanny Piggins.
There was no reason for them to hide. This was their house. If anybody had a right to be up on the roof throwing things off, it was them.
'Hello, you people hiding on the roof,' called the
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