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lumbered with him. And for that reason I have not told a single other person about him. I think it is safer that way.

If my mum tells me off for coming home covered in mud I say to her, ‘Mum, it’s not my fault, a dog knocked me into the mud,’ because that is kind of the truth. Gobber does knock me off my feet. A lot. But she doesn’t believe me. She thinks I made up the dog and got muddy on purpose. I don’t do very much on purpose. Then my mum goes on and on but I can’t hear her, because Gobber is barking in my ears.

Other examples of my epic bad luck:

•If I am running along the road and there is a hole in the pavement, Gobber will shove me into it and I will fall over and scrape my knees.

•If I am cycling to the park Gobber will suddenly bark and I will wobble over the stones by the stinging nettles and I will be wearing shorts and my legs will get stung all over.

•If I lean over to whisper to my friend Carter in class, just once, Gobber will seize the opportunity

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