trampoline.
âYou promised me weâd have a proper holiday this year,â said Mrs Priddle.
âAnd we will. What could be more fun than a caravan?â
âA hotel,â said Mrs Priddle. âA five-star hotel with a view of the sea. And a swimming pool.â
âYes, but ââ
âAnd cooked breakfast!â shouted Warren from next door. âSausage, bacon and eggs!â
âBe quiet, Warren!â ordered Mr Priddle. âAnyway, we can have all those things â the view, the swimming pool â theyâll all be on the caravan site.â
Mrs Priddle narrowed her eyes. âWhat caravan site?â
âUm ⦠wellâ¦â Mr Priddle stammered, âI mean, if we found one we liked.â
âRoger,â warned Mrs Priddle, âif youâve done something stupid Iâm going to scream.â
Mr Priddle dug in his pocket and brought out a scrap of paper. This wasnât going as well as heâd hoped. âItâs not a caravan site, itâs more of a farm, really. I found the advert in
Caravan and Camping
.
His wife snatched the paper off him and read it out.
Paradise View
Find paradise in sun-kissed Wales.
Sea views, natural swimming pool, tennis court
- everything for a holiday youâll never forget.
Caravans welcome. Pets and children extra.
Phone: Olwen Ogwen â Boggy Moor 657770
âOlwen Ogwen?â said Mrs Priddle. âWhat kind of a name is that?â
âHeâs Welsh. Sounded a nice chap on the phone.â
âYouâve spoken to him already?â
âWell, yes I had to ⦠when I um ⦠booked the holiday.â
Mrs Priddle let out a piercing scream and kicked the folding bed. There was a twang as it collapsed.
âDonât worry,â said Mr Priddle, âthat can be fixed.â
The Joy of Caravans
The next morning the Trolls trooped into town to visit the Travel Agents. The sales assistant who greeted them was called Kelly. Ulrik knew this because she had a name badge on her bright blue jacket. She had very white teeth and bright pink nails and smelled of perfume. Ulrik moved his chair a bit closer to the desk so he could smell her better. He was curious about peepleâs smells. Most trolls smelled much the same â mainly of earth and sweat and goat-meat, if thatâs what theyâd had for breakfast â butUlrik had noticed peeples had different smells. Babies, for instance, smelled of sick while old ladies smelled of mints.
Kelly smiled with her dazzling white teeth. âHow can I help?â
âWe want to go on a holidays,â said Mrs Troll.
âNo problem,â smiled Kelly. âWhat kind of holiday did you have in mind?â
âWell, not a subway,â said Mrs Troll. âWeâve been to one of those.â
âWe want somewhere with mountains,â said Mr Troll.
âAnd the seasides,â nodded Ulrik.
âTowels too. Itâs got to have towels,â added Mrs Troll.
Kellyâs smile had faded and she was looking slightly confused. âTowels?â she said.
âYes, to sit on. We donât want sandy bits on our bottoms.â
âWell, no,â agreed Kelly. âBut generally most people take their own towels.â
Mrs Troll shook her head firmly. âWe donât have any.â
âNo,â said Mr Troll. âTrolls never wash â it takes away your stink.â
Kelly laughed, hoping this was a joke. They seemed to have got off the subject.
âSo youâre interested in a beach holiday?â she said.
âIs that at the seasides?â asked Mrs Troll.
âWell, yes, most beaches are.â
âThen thatâs what we want.â
âNo problem, weâve got plenty of choice. Have you thought where youâd like to go? Spain? America? The Greek Islands?â
âThat sounds good. Can we walk there?â asked Mr Troll.
âWhich?â
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