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  Jacqueline Wilson writes for children of all ages. The Suitcase Kid won the Children’s Book Award, Double Act won the Smarties Prize, The Illustrated Mum won the Guardian Children’s Book of the Year Award, Lizzie Zipmouth won the Gold Smarties Prize and Girls in Tears was named Children’s Book of the Year at the 2003 British Book Awards.

  Jacqueline lives near London in a house full of over 10,000 books.

  Books by Jacqueline Wilson

  MARK SPARK IN THE DARK

  TAKE A GOOD LOOK

  VIDEO ROSE

  THE WEREPUPPY

  THE WEREPUPPY ON HOLIDAY

  THE WEREPUPPY AND

  THE WEREPUPPY

  ON HOLIDAY

  JACQUELINE WILSON

  PUFFIN

  For Peter and Tumble

  and

  for Kerry-Anne Kirton and Amy Hammel

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  The Werepuppy first published by Blackie & Son Ltd 1991

  The Werepuppy first published in Puffin Books 1993

  The Werepuppy on Holiday first published by Blackie 1994

  The Werepuppy on Holiday first published in Puffin Books 1995

  First published in one volume 2005

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  The Werepuppy text copyright © Jacqueline Wilson, 1991, 2005

  The Werepuppy illustrations copyright © Janet Robertson, 1991, 2005

  The Werepuppy on Holiday text copyright © Jacqueline Wilson, 1994, 2005

  The Werepuppy on Holiday illustrations copyright © Janet Robertson, 1994, 2005

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  The moral right of the author and illustrator has been asserted

  Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser

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  ISBN: 978-0-14-192662-9

  Contents

  The Werepuppy

  The Werepuppy on Holiday

  THE WEREPUPPY

  1…

  Micky lay on his tummy on the carpet, carefully colouring in his picture. His hand ached after doing all the sky but he didn’t go over the lines even once. He took a darker blue felt-tip and started on the lake. He’d drawn himself standing on the green grass by the lake-side. He stared hard at the picture, wishing there was some way of stepping right inside it. He wanted to be walking through the buttercups beside the blue water. He didn’t want to be here in his own living-room. Not with his elder sisters, Meryl and Mandy and Mona. Certainly not with his younger sister Marigold. And especially not when Mum and Dad were going out for the evening.

  ‘Now, are you going to be all right?’ said Mum.

  ‘Of course we are,’ said Meryl. She smiled. Mandy and Mona and Marigold smiled too. Micky didn’t feel a bit like smiling.

  ‘You’re in charge, Meryl. No television until you older girls have done your homework. And make sure Micky and Marigold are in bed before nine o’clock.’

  ‘Right, Mum,’ said Meryl.

  ‘Mandy and Mona, you’re to do what Meryl says too,’ said Mum.

  ‘Cheek!’said Mandy.

  ‘We don’t want her bossing us about,’ said Mona.

  ‘Now don’t start quarrelling,’ said Mum. ‘Meryl, you will be sensible, won’t you? Don’t answer the door to anyone. And if there’s anything at all the matter we’re only down the road at Aunty Kathleen’s. You’ve got the phone number, haven’t you? Just give us a call.’

  ‘Don’t you dare make any other phone calls, though,’ said Dad. ‘I don’t know how I’m going to pay that last phone bill. You girls are terrible, rabbit rabbit rabbit to all your friends.’

  ‘Don’t you worry about a thing,’ said Meryl.

  Mum looked worried all the same.

  ‘Maybe we shouldn’t leave them,’ she said. ‘I wish I’d asked Granny Boot to babysit now.’

  ‘I’m fourteen, Mum! I can babysit,’ said Meryl.

  ‘And we’re not flipping babies,’ said Mona. ‘Well, us three big ones aren’t babies.’

  ‘I’m not a baby either,’ Micky mumbled, making little curly waves on his lake.

  ‘I am,’ said Marigold, just to be difficult. ‘Yes, I’m a lickle baby.’ She put on a sickening lisp and crouched down small. ‘Want a bicky, Mum-Mum. Give me nice chocky bicky and I’ll be a good baby.’

  ‘No more chocolate biscuits! Do you hear that, Meryl, they’re not to have anything else to eat, right?’

  ‘Want bicky!’ Marigold wailed, sticking out her bottom lip in a baby pout.

  ‘Stop that silly nonsense. You be a good girl,’ said Mum, giving her a kiss.

  She turned to Micky, looking at his drawing.

  ‘That’s lovely, darling,’ said Mum. ‘What are all the humpy things?’

  ‘Mountains,’ said Micky.

  ‘Oh yes,’ said Mum. ‘And what’s the bit you’re doing now? It’s a river, isn’t it?’

  ‘No, it’s a lake.’

  ‘Oh, a lake, eh?’ said Mum. ‘And the green part is a field.’

  ‘It’s a meadow and the dark green bit is a wood.’

  ‘There aren’t any people,’ said Mum.

  ‘Yes there are,’ said Micky, and he pointed to the tiny figure standing by the lake.

  ‘Oh yes. But just one. Won’t he get lonely?’

  ‘Not a bit,’ said Micky. This was a drawing of a magic land and he was the only person that lived there and he didn’t even have one sister, let alone four, and it was bliss.

  ‘Come on, Kathleen will be wondering where we’ve got to,’ said Dad impatiently.

  ‘Look at Micky’s super drawing,’ said Mum.

  ‘Mmm,’ said Dad. He didn’t think much of drawing. Sometimes he didn’t seem to think much of Micky either.

  ‘Bye then, Micky,’ said Mum, bending down to give him a kiss.

  ‘Me want my bicky,’ said Marigold, still making out she was a baby. She hopped about in a bunny crouch and just happened to barge straight into Micky, jogging his colouring arm. The blue lake lapped right over the little pinman Micky.

  ‘Look what you did!’ said Micky, and he pushed her back.

  Marigold pushed again. H