While Santa and Mrs. Claus eat their dinner, Santa sneakily feeds his sprouts to one of the reindeer rather than eat them himself. The result is, uh, smelly, to say the least. Now, Rudy can't seem to stop releasing windy pops from his backside as he and the other reindeer help Santa deliver presents on Christmas Eve. The rest of the reindeer are downwind from Rudy and they are not handling the sprouty wiffs so well. They laugh so heartily at Rudy's rear-end trumpet that they simply cannot fly the sleigh as usual. It's up to Rudy's super-turbo gas to get them back home.
|Publisher:||Whitman, Albert & Company|
|Product dimensions:||10.50(w) x 10.40(h) x 0.50(d)|
|Age Range:||4 - 8 Years|
About the Author
Helen Baugh wrote her first book as a very young child. After earning a degree, traveling, and working as a copywriter, she finally came full circle and started writing children's books again. Helen lives with her partner and their two daughters near the sea in the United Kingdom.
Ben Mantle began his illustration career early, picking up his first award in a local library coloring competition when he was seven years old. He went on to study animation at the Surrey Institute of Art & Design before working as an animator. Ben lives and works in the United Kingdom.
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Rudy's Windy Christmas
A Naughty, Noisy, Rip-Roaring Adventure!
By Helen Baugh, Ben Mantle
ALBERT WHITMAN & CompanyCopyright © 2014 Helen Baugh
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One Christmas Eve at Santa's house amid the ice and snow, the Clauses shared a festive feast before he had to go.
Mrs. Claus, who loved her sprouts, ate each and every one, but Santa fed his to a friend until the last was gone.
"Bye, bye, dear!" said Santa, lifting one more sack of toys. "It's time for me to go and visit all the girls and boys."
Then Santa and his reindeer friends flew up into the sky, the sleigh secure behind them and the presents piled high.
They just got to Australia when Dasher took a sniff. What was that funny smell that had a sprouty sort of whiff?
"Oh, pardon me!" said Rudy. "But I think I've done a pump. My tummy did a rumble, then my bottom did a trump."
The other reindeer giggled then they flew into the sky, the sleigh secure behind them and the presents piled high.
The air was sweet for many miles, then Dancer took a sniff. Somewhere over China he had smelled that sprouty whiff!
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