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Collect all of Rascal’s adventures:
RASCAL: LOST IN THE CAVES
RASCAL: TRAPPED ON THE TRACKS
RASCAL: RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE
RASCAL: FACING THE FLAMES
RASCAL: SWEPT BENEATH THE WATERS
RASCAL: RACING AGAINST TIME
First published in Great Britain in 2015
by Egmont UK Limited
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Text copyright © 2002 Chris Cooper
Illustration copyright © 2015 James de la Rue
The moral rights of the author have been asserted
First e-book edition 2015
ISBN: 9781405275118
Ebook ISBN: 9781780316666
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For Megan Louise
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 1
It all started with the big dog’s bone.
Rascal could smell it before he saw it, of course. The smell was coming from the other side of a line of trees. He froze for a second, sniffing the air. As usual, there were new smells all over this place, but that bone was the best of all. Rascal followed his nose, making his way through the cluster of trees. His master, Joel, was somewhere back along the path. He wouldn’t mind if Rascal did a little exploring for a minute or two!
Rascal cleared the trees and there it was on the grass – a nice big bone, the kind with the marrow in the middle. It was resting under one heavy paw of a sleeping dog. A big sleeping dog.
Rascal padded forwards. The big dog was snoozing outside a wooden holiday cabin. It was small, just like the one Rascal was staying in with Joel and his family. He could hear people’s voices from inside the cabin, but nobody came out.
Rascal wagged his tail in eager excitement. He forced himself not to run too fast. That would spoil the fun! When he was close enough, he dropped to his belly and slid forwards. The sleeping dog let out a tiny noise – half grunt, half bark – that seemed to die in the back of its throat. It was probably dreaming about chasing cats.
Rascal inched on. He carefully placed his jaws around the tip of the bone and pulled. As the bone slid out, the big dog’s paw flopped to the ground.
The dog’s eyes opened. It was wide awake in an instant. It fixed the smaller dog with furious brown eyes.
Rascal’s tail was wagging wildly. The bone dangled from his mouth. He was ready to play! A tug-of-war, a pretend fight . . . he was ready for anything. He let out a happy bark.
But the big dog’s reply was very different. A deep growl escaped from its jaws. The growl built and built until it exploded into a fearsome bark. Then the big dog sprang to its feet. It glared down at Rascal menancingly.
Rascal was confused. He wasn’t really stealing the bone! He was just having a bit of fun. But the big dog didn’t see it that way. Not one bit, because suddenly it was lunging forwards and there was only one thing Rascal could do. Get out of there fast!
He whirled around and charged back the way he had come. He wasn’t even aware that the bone was still clamped between his teeth. He didn’t look back, but the big dog’s angry pant told him all he needed to know. He was being chased.
Rascal burst through the trees, back to the footpath. His master was there now. Joel gave him a puzzled look.
‘Rascal? What’s wrong?’
Rascal raced up to Joel and huddled behind his legs.
‘What
