Pugs of the Frozen North (A Not-So-Impossible Tale) - Softcover

Reeve, Philip

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0385387970 ISBN 13: 9780385387972

Publisher: Yearling, 2017

Synopsis

Get ready for a ruff, ruff ride! For early chapter book readers who are ready for something longer, the Not-So-Impossible Tales are packed with humor, action, and illustrations on almost every page.
 
Far away, in a winter wonderland, an amazing sled race is about to begin. The winner can make one wish, and it will magically come true! Two friends, Sika and Shen, want to win more than anything. But all they have is a pack of yappy, yippy, pug puppies.
 
Ten pugs can’t move their sled. Even with thirty, it doesn’t budge. But what about . . . SIXTY-SIX? With a little bit of luck, anything is paws-ible.
 
“A madcap, magical blend of fluff and other good stuff.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review
 
“Rich in humor and meaning both. Pug power!” —Booklist, starred review

About this title

About the Author:

PHILIP REEVE is the acclaimed author of the Mortal Engines/Predator Cities series, the Fever Crumb series, and the Carnegie Medal–winning Here Lies Arthur. He was born and raised in the seaside town of Brighton and has been writing down adventures since he was five years old. You can learn more about Philip Reeve at philip-reeve.com and follow him on Twitter at @philipreeve1.

SARAH McINTYRE has written and illustrated several picture books and comics for children. Sarah’s delightfully over-the-top drawings and mischievous monkey illustrations brought her and Philip together for the Not-So-Impossible Tales. You can learn more about Sarah McIntyre at jabberworks.co.uk and follow her at @jabberworks.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

One
 
Winter came in the night, like a white sheet laid over the world. It came so coldly and so fast that the waves of the ocean froze as they rolled. The good ship Lucky Star froze with them, trapped tight in the suddenly solid sea.
 
Shen, the cabin boy, the youngest member of the crew, stirred in his sleep as the sounds of rippling and splashing faded into frozen silence. He snuggled deeper under the covers, trying to keep warm. Into the silence came other noises. First, the creaking of timber as the ice tightened its grip upon the old ship’s sides. Then the voice of Captain Jeggings, bellowing, “All hands on deck!”
 
The crew bumbled blinking from their bunks. Able Seaman Bo; Mungbean, the ship’s cook; and Shen. They stumbled out on deck and stared at the frozen waves, which reared up all around them.
 
“Don’t just stand there!” shouted Captain Jeggings, hauling an icy rope. “Get us out of here!”
 
The rope snapped in his hands with a sound like breaking glass. The Lucky Star groaned and quivered as the ice clenched tighter.
 
“What will we do?” asked Shen.
 
But Captain Jeggings didn’t know. Neither did Able Seaman Bo. Neither did Mungbean. They’d weathered storms and sat out still waters, but they’d never seen a sea like this before.
 
Creak. Crunch. Big tusks of ice pushed the planks apart and pierced the Lucky Star’s sides. Slosh. Gurgle. Cold black water that hadn’t frozen yet came swirling in. The ship sagged, and all the icicles that decked her rig- ging tinkled cheerfully. But Captain Jeggings couldn’t see anything to be cheerful about.
 
“The cargo!” he shouted. “We must save the cargo!”
 
All summer long, the Lucky Star had been cruising from port to port, selling this and buying that. Two thousand chunky-knit sweaters from the Isles of Aran, a second- hand snowmobile . . . and sixty-six pugs. Captain Jeggings had said those tiny dogs would sell like hot pies. Now, down in the leaking hold, they let out a terrible howling as cold sea sloshed round their paws.
 
“The dogs!” shouted Shen. “We must save the dogs!”
 
Mungbean and Bo went running down the steep stairway that led to the cargo holds and came struggling back up with crates of sweaters. Captain Jeggings hauled the snowmobile over the ship’s side. Meanwhile, Shen turned over the boxes where more pugs were sleeping. The tiny dogs raced up on deck and jumped off the Lucky Star ’s sides onto the ice. Shen had heard people talk about rats leaving a sinking ship before, but he’d never heard of pugs leaving a freezing one. There’s a first time for everything, he thought. He dragged the sack that held their leashes and harnesses up onto the deck and threw it after them.
 
The Lucky Star shuddered again, squeezed in the teeth of the ice. Planks popped out of the deck. The mast trembled like a chopped tree. Captain Jeggings shouted as he jumped over the side.
 
But Shen had thought of something else that needed to be saved. “The dog food! It’s still on board!”
 
“It’ll have to stay there, then!” yelled Bo, jumping down onto the ice with Mungbean. Shen passed the smallest of the pugs down to them, then jumped after them.
 
With a final heave, the ice crushed the old ship flat.
 
Shen and the pugs stood and shivered, while Captain Jeggings and the others got the snowmobile ready. Its engine coughed and snarled as they started it up. Into its trailer they piled the crates of cargo—but there was no room for the dogs.
 
“We can’t leave them behind!” wailed Shen.
“Well, we can’t stay here with them,” said Captain Jeggings. “This ice might melt as quickly as it came, and then where would we be? Way out at sea without a ship under us.
 
Awkward!” (He had told Shen that the sixty- six pugs would sell like hot pies, but he meant that they would sell in hot pies—his aunt ran a pie shop at home, and she was always looking for new ingredients. They were by far the least valuable bit of his cargo, so he had decided to leave them behind.)
“Maybe they’ll follow us!” said Shen. He climbed aboard the snowmobile with Bo and Mungbean and the captain. “Come on, doggies!” he called to the pugs.
 
The dogs looked up at him, heads to one side. Their hot breath steamed and smoldered in the cold air like the breath of sixty-six tiny dragons.
 
The snowmobile set off with a roar. The tower of crates in its trailer teetered and swayed as the snowmobile weaved its way be- tween the frozen waves.
The pugs sat where they were and watched it go.
“Come on!” shouted Shen. But they didn’t seem to understand.
 
“Wait for me, Captain!” he yelled, and jumped down off the snowmobile. The frozen waves were slipperier than hills of glass. He slithered over them, back to where the pugs sat, and when they saw Shen coming, their tails began to wag and they ran to meet him. “Come on, doggies!” he said, patting sixty-six small round heads and getting licked by sixty-six small rough tongues. “You’ve got to follow Captain Jeggings. . . .”
 
But when he turned to look for the snowmobile, it was nowhere to be seen. Either Captain Jeggings hadn’t heard when Shen shouted for him to wait . . . or he had decided that Shen and sixty-six pugs weren’t worth waiting for.

About this edition

• Publisher: Yearling
• Publication date: 2017
• ISBN 10: 0385387970
• ISBN 13: 9780385387972
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 240
• Illustrator: McIntyre Sarah