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Informationen zum Autor Alan Snow is a well-known author and illustrator of children’s books and has also worked in many fields of design and animation. He has written two novels, Here Be Monsters! and Worse Things Happen at Sea! , both set in the wonderfully weird world of Ratbridge. He lives in Bath, England. Klappentext Alan Snow has worked in design, animation, and is the illustrator of "Here's What You Do When You Can't Find Your Shoe" by Andrea Perry and is the author and illustrator of "How Dogs Really Work, The Truth About Cats, " and How Santa Really Works."Here Be Monsters!" is his first novel and is the start of an incredible illustrated journey into the weird and astonishing world of Ratbridge. He, however, lives in Bath, England.Worse Things Happen at Sea! The Ratbridge Nautical Laundry. chapter 1 DIRTY WASHING Arthur and his grandfather were on deck, helping pack up piles of washing to be returned to the customers of the Ratbridge Nautical Laundry. Around them the rats and pirates were all hard at work checking lists, hanging out clothes to dry, and emptying baskets of dirty washing down the hatch into the bilges to be washed. “Almost out of washing powder!” shouted a rat called Bert as he tipped a shovel of pink powder down the hatch after the washing. He tipped a shovel of pink powder down the hatch after the washing. “You don’t half get through a lot,” commented Arthur. “Not surprising given the state of this place’s underwear. Takes some shifting,” Grandfather said, smiling. Then there was a commotion on the towpath. They turned to see policemen and an angry mob heading in their direction. “What now?” muttered Tom, the worried-looking captain and laundry manager. The police reached the gangplank, and the unruly mob stopped behind them. “String them up!” “Hanging’s too good for them!” “Shame! Shame!” Tom led the crew to the top of the gangplank to face the crowd. One of the policemen came forward, pulled a piece of paper from his jacket, looked up at Tom, and spoke. “Sir, are you in charge of this operation?” Policemen and an angry mob. “. . . Yes . . .” “Well, I hereby arrest you and your crew.” “SHAME ON THEM!” cried the mob. “What have we done?” Tom and the crew had kept the town’s laundry and their noses clean ever since they had opened. “Earlier this morning the famous Countess Grogforth visited the town on a ceremonial shopping trip and was shocked to see the town’s underwear flying from your rigging in a rude display.” “We’re a laundry! It’s just drying clothes,” Tom protested. Kipper, the pirate by his side, was going red with indignation. “Yes. And it’s the town’s clothes!” “That is not my concern. Countess Grogforth passed comment on the unfashionable and coarse nature of the said underwear, and was so shocked that she fainted away, damaging her wig, her highborn sensibilities, and the town’s pride. She is now seeking compensation for that injury, and the town is suing for damages to its reputation.” The damaged wig. “This is ridiculous!” whispered Arthur. His friends remained silent. “As a law officer of this town, I hereby serve you all with this arrest warrant and summons to appear at court at ten tomorrow morning. You’re to remain here on the ship ...
