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Furze the Fixer

Furze the Fixer
 

Kiwi Bites' are pitched at young readers between seven and twelves years with the aim of building reading skills and confidence. This story follows Dougal, as he unwillingly, helps his grandmother clean up around her property.

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ISBN 9780143318330
Barcode 9780143318330
Published 26 August 2005 by Penguin
Format Paperback, New title
Author(s) By Orman, Lorraine
Illustrated by Pye, Trevor
Series Kiwi Bites
Availability Availability and pricing is uncertain (no recent updates from publisher)

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ISBN-13 9780143318330
ISBN-10 0143318330
Stock Out of stock
Status Availability and pricing is uncertain (no recent updates from publisher)
Publisher Penguin
Imprint Puffin
Publication Date 26 August 2005
Publication Country New Zealand New Zealand
Format Paperback, New title
Edition New title
Author(s) By Orman, Lorraine
Illustrated by Pye, Trevor
Series Kiwi Bites
Category Fiction (Child / Teen)
Fiction
Children's and Educational
NZ, Maori & Pasifika
New Zealand & Related
Number of Pages 84
Dimensions Width: 130mm
Height: 200mm
Weight Not specified - defaults to 600g
Interest Age 7-12 years
Reading Age 7-12 years
NBS Text Children's Fiction
ONIX Text Children/juvenile
Dewey Code Not specified
Catalogue Code 14050

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Dougal scowled at the old umbrella in his hand. He chucked it into the junk pile. This was turning out to be the worst summer holiday ever. Okay, he was sorry Nan had a sore back. But why did big-mouthed sister Sarah have to say that she and Dougal would do some work round the place? He was meant to be on holiday! He'd ended up with the yucky job of clearing junk out of the cupboard under the stairs, where he had found an old suitcase with leather corners and cracked straps and rusty buckles. Inside was a small bundle of tartan cloth tucked into one corner. The tartan material heaved. Dougal watched in fascinated horror as it unwrapped itself. A small hairy figure crawled out. He was wearing a brown homespun shirt over a ragged tartan kilt and a bedraggled sporran. His bright red hair bristled wildly. So did his beard. 'Can you fetch Samuel for me, laddie?' I am definitely dreaming, Dougal thought.

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