Edgar and the Sausage Inspector - preview

First published 2017 by Nosy Crow Ltd The Crow’s Nest, 10a Lant Street London SE1 1QR www.nosycrow.com ISBN 978 0 85763 822 9 (HB) ISBN 978 0 85763 823 6 (PB) Nosy Crow and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Nosy Crow Ltd. Text and illustrations Š Jan Fearnley 2017 The right of Jan Fearnley to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work has been asserted.

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For Paula and Mandy.

Thank you, lovely ladies, for your kindness and encouragement, biscuits, soup and sushi. x

Written and illustrated by

Jan Fearnley

Edgar and his sister, Edith,

lived in a funny little house at the end of a narrow little alley. Edgar loved Edith and tried to make her happy every day.

One day, Edith was feeling particularly hungry, so Edgar went to get something special for dinner.

It wasn’t long before he spotted Edith’s favourite thing – a nice string of sausages.

Edith loved sausages!

Edgar hurried home, feeling very pleased with himself.

But then, a loud voice said . . .

“Hold it right there!”

A rat in a hat was blocking the way.

“I am The Inspector,” he declared.

“I inspect things.

I need to look in that bag.”

Edgar had never met The Inspector before.

The rat looked very important.

And he was wearing a hat.

So Edgar let The Inspector look inside.

“Just as I suspected,” he nodded. “Bad sausages.

I must take them away at once for further inspection.”

The rat snatched the sausages and ran off,

squeeeeeezing

through a hole in the wall.