Muncle Trogg by Janet FoxleyMuncle Trogg by Janet Foxley

Muncle Trogg

byJanet FoxleyIllustrator* O'Kif

Hardcover | March 1, 2012

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A topsy-turvy fairy tale about the smallest giant in the great big world!

Let's get ready to grumble!

Mount Grumble is where the giants live. But (contrary to popular misconception, maybe because of their name) not all "giants" (see?) are, um...big. In fact, Muncle Trogg is so SMALL that all the other giants make fun of him for being (uh-oh) people-sized. Bah!

Fed up with his role as the laughingstock of the actually giant giants, Muncle Trogg decides to climb down Mount Grumble and take a look at the "Smallings" (that would be humans) he supposedly resembles. What he discovers is...

...a sulky dragon named Snarg and a sensible girl called Emily. When she proclaims that rumbly Mount Grumble is really a volcano getting ready to blow, it's up to little Muncle to be the bigger smallest giant, prove that sometimes size doesn't matter, and somehow save his home!

Janet Foxley is the winner of the third annual London Times/Chicken House Children's Fiction Competition. Having written all her life, and now in her sixties, Janet is thrilled to see her first novel, a funny story about the smallest giant in the world, published. She lives in an old farmhouse near Carlisle, England, with her husband, ...
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Title:Muncle TroggFormat:HardcoverDimensions:224 pages, 8.56 × 5.67 × 0.81 inPublished:March 1, 2012Publisher:SCHOLASTIC INCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0545378001

ISBN - 13:9780545378000

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From Muncle Trogg"Oh, you've found my pet dragon," Princess Puglug said with a yawn. "He's boring. Ugly Thing's going to be much more fun! She hasn't eaten her tea, though, naughty girl."She dumped Emily on a doll's chair.Emily rubbed her shoulder. "Nasty brute!" she said tearfully. Her frightened blue eyes looked too big for her pale little face."What did she say?" Puglug demanded."Er...tasty fruit!" said Muncle. "I think she wants fruit."Puglug took a chunk of birthday cake out of her pocket and licked the fluff off it. Then she put it on the table. "We haven't got any fruit," she said, "so stop being fussy.""Just do what she wants," Muncle whispered to the frightened girl. "Eat your cake.""Cake?" Emily gasped. "It tastes as if it's made from worms and slugs and toadstools."Muncle was surprised. "Isn't that the kind of cake you like?"

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Winner of the 3rd Annual Chicken House Fiction Competition

"Sparkling. A cracking tale." - The London Times