I’m Dougal Trump . . . Where’s My Tarantula?

“Mum,” I yelled. “Sybil the Goliath birdeater spider is no longer in my room.” Somebody has stolen Dougal’s tarantula, Sybil (named after his sister – they both have very hairy legs), and she is being held to ransom. Dougal must fulfil the kidnapper’s demands before poor Sybil is tortured – one leg at a time. Praise for I’m Dougal Trump . . . And It’s Not My Fault!: ‘Laugh-out-loud funny . . . a really enjoyable read’ – TheBookbag.co.uk ‘Bought this for my 8-year-old son, who generally avoids books like the plague. He loved it’ – Waterstones.com Customer Reviews ‘I found it very, VERY funny’ – Archie, aged 11]]>