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About the Author
Danica-Lea Larcombe has a B.Sc (Environmental Health), a Grad.Dip in Education and has taken courses in Journalism, Travel Writing, and Photography. She is currently undertaking a thesis in Biodiversity and Human Health, and lives with her Japanese Spitz Bella.
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About the Book
Title: SNICKETY DICKETY DOO
Author: Danica-Lea Larcombe
Genre: Children’s Fiction
George, Fiona and Marni find a tin of bubbles, not just any ordinary bubbles but planets. The planets shrink the children and take them to faraway lands. The children have many exciting adventures and try not to let their secret be discovered. They learn about different cultures, currencies and languages, and are inspired at school.
In Series Two, George, Marni and Fiona continue their adventures around the world in the planet bubbles. They narrowly escape being killed by some monks in Turkey, find a little companion in Paris and visit royalty in Monaco.
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It wasn’t just a small piece of tin. Curiosity got the better of her and Marni decided she better keep digging around. She could see the edges now and it looked like it was a tin box of some sort. Marni suddenly forgot about her wish and dug frantically to get the box out. It was quite a light box of about medium size. It was not painted and there was no writing on it.
“What on earth could be in it?” Marni wondered.
It had a small padlock but this was rusted and broke off easily. She opened the lid carefully to find nine individually wrapped balls, or so she thought. She unwrapped one of the balls to find it was not a ball. In her hand it shone like a bubble, and was soft and tender to touch. It had little feet and hands and was the colour of the sun.
“Oh my”, Marni whispered, “It has got a face!”
The bubble’s eyes were closed and the mouth still. On the other side it had the shape of a door, but there was no door handle. How odd.
Marni looked at her watch quickly. It was six o’clock which was tea time and her parents would be calling her any minute. She hastily re-wrapped the ball and closed the tin. She put her secret wish down the hole and filled it up with the dark brown coloured soil.
Somehow Marni made it back inside the house and into her bedroom without anyone seeing the box. She could not wait to show it to George and Fiona but it would have to wait until after tea. Her hands and knees were filthy dirty now, and her father questioned her.
“What have you been doing? You look like a gypsy”.
“Oh, just helping Fiona in the garden” Marni lied.
Dinner was always a silent occasion in the Dimond household, and you got your knuckles rapped if you spoke. Which Fiona did quite often.
Marni wished tea time would hurry up and finish but she had to wait for the compulsory pudding first. It would either be apple crumble or apple strudel with ice-cream. Her mother baked wonderfully, but never seemed to want to try new recipes. Now they were all allowed to leave the table because everyone had finished but the dishes still had to be dried and put away after her mother had washed them. It was the height of the summer and daylight savings time meant that sunset would not be until about 8.30pm.
“George, Fiona, come into my room. I have something to show you” Marni said. “Quickly then” grumbled George. “I want to finish my hut”.
“Ooh what is it?” asked Fiona.
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