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Drover's Secret Life. John R. Erickson
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isbn 9781591887539
Автор произведения John R. Erickson
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия Hank the Cowdog
Издательство Ingram
Drover’s Secret Life
John R. Erickson
Illustrations by Gerald L. Holmes
Maverick Books, Inc.
Publication Information
MAVERICK BOOKS
Published by Maverick Books, Inc.
P.O. Box 549, Perryton, TX 79070
Phone: 806.435.7611
www.hankthecowdog.com
First published in the United States of America by Viking Children’s Books and Puffin Books, members of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 2009.
Currently published by Maverick Books, Inc., 2012
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Copyright © John R. Erickson, 2009
All rights reserved
Maverick Books, Inc. Paperback ISBN: 978-1-59188-153-7
Hank the Cowdog® is a registered trademark of John R. Erickson.
Printed in the United States of America
Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Dedication
To Janee McCartor, who takes care of Hank and Drover at Maverick Books.
Contents
Introduction by the Head of Ranch Security
Chapter One This Is the First Chapter
Chapter Two A Sad and Lonely Childhood
Chapter Three Alone in a Cold World
Chapter Four The Next Chapter
Chapter Five I Never Got to Be Joe
Chapter Six An Ugly Scene with Mom
Chapter Crutch This Is Pretty Neat
Chapter Train Tracks The Exciting Part
Chapter Nine The Bat
Chapter Ten Handsome Prince School
Chapter Eleven Looking for a Job
Chapter Twelve Mom Loses Her Yard
Chapter Thirteen Going to College
Chapter Fourteen The Park
Chapter Fifteen I Never Knew Bats Could Sing
Chapter Sixteen A Hero Finds a Home
Introduction
It’s me again, Hank the Cowdog. Have you ever wondered what Drover does when he runs to the machine shed and hides? I’ve wondered about that, many times. I mean, the little mutt spends a lot of time in there. What does he do?
I asked him about it one time, and he said, “I count goats.”
“Goats? Why do you count goats? We don’t even have goats on this ranch.”
“Well, if I counted sheep, I might fall asleep. When you sleep, everything’s dark and I’m scared of the dark.”
Does that make sense to you? It made no sense to me, but over the years I’ve learned . . . how can I say this? I’ve learned not to expect much from Drover’s answers. All we can say is that he spends a lot of time in the machine shed and sometimes he counts goats that don’t exist.
But guess what. That isn’t all he does in there. I recently discovered that the little goof has been writing his life’s story. You think I’m kidding? I’m not kidding. He scratched it out in the dust on the machine-shed floor. I found it just the other day, half an acre of chicken scratch in the dirt.
Naturally, my first thought was that it should be erased at once. I mean, it was written by the same guy who hides under his gunnysack bed and snaps at snowflakes. Is the world ready to face an entire book about his life? No, and without a moment’s hesitation, I . . .
You know, I couldn’t bring myself to erase it. In fact, I started reading and . . . well, it was weird but also pretty funny. I laughed until my ribs hurt. It was so very . . . Drover.
I’m not saying that the world is ready for it or that you should read it, but if you want to give it a peek, here it is. If it causes you to count goats or snap at snowflakes, don’t blame me.
—Hank
Chapter One: This Is the First Chapter
Well, let’s see here. How should I start this? I’ve never done this before and I’m kind of nervous. What if I mess up? Everybody might laugh and I’d hate that.
Most dogs go through their whole life without writing a book, and so have I up to now, but all at once I feel an urge to write an exciting story about the life of Drover C. Dog.
That’s me. If I’m going to be an author, I need a name that sounds like something an author might use. Plain old “Drover” doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? I don’t think so. “Drover C. Dog” sounds more dramatic. It’s the kind of name that needs trumpets or something.
I made it up myself. I used “Dog” as my last name because . . . well, I’m a dog and it fits. The middle initial “C” just came out of thin air.
That’s a funny way of putting it, “thin air.” Is there some other kind of air? I don’t know, it all seems pretty thin to me, otherwise we’d choke when we tried to breathe.
You can choke on water, I know that. I saw a bat almost drown one time. It was a hot day and he needed a drink, but he fell in a goldfish pond because he was half-blind and he couldn’t swim. I had to drag him out. His name was Boris O’Bat and he’ll come up later in the story, if I get that far. I’m not sure I will. If I don’t . . . well, I saved a bat once and it was kind of exciting.
I picked C as my middle initial. It seemed as good as any and, besides, I’ve always wanted to see the ocean . . . see the sea, you might say, and all at once everything fit together: C, see, and sea.
It’s neat when things fit together like that, so my writer-name is going to be Drover C. Dog. One of these days maybe we’ll see it in lights.
There’s that word again, see. It just keeps popping up. Maybe my new name will bring me good luck. I hope so. Bad luck is not so good and I don’t need any of that.
Anyway, I’m kind of nervous. I want this to be a good story, not something boring. That’ll be a challenge. Hank tells me that I’m pretty boring and I have a feeling that he’s right.
But just because you’re a boring little mutt doesn’t mean you have to write a boring story. I’ll try to make it exciting, but not right now. Just this little bit of writing has worn me out and I need a nap. See you in an hour.
The Next Day
That turned into a pretty long nap, about fifteen hours