| Author: | Walter R. Brooks | ISBN: | 9781497692220 |
| Publisher: | The Overlook Press | Publication: | December 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | The Overlook Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Walter R. Brooks |
| ISBN: | 9781497692220 |
| Publisher: | The Overlook Press |
| Publication: | December 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | The Overlook Press |
| Language: | English |
Originally published between 1927 and 1958, the 26 classic books about Freddy the Pig are now going on to delight a sixth generation of children. Freddy the Pig, the “Renaissance Pig” (The New York Times Book Review) of Bean Farm, is back to thrill his fans of all ages in facsimile editions of these all-American children’s classics.
In Freddy Goes Camping, Mr. Camphor’s aunts, Minerva and Elmira, are staying with him, much to his disgust. “There’s two kinds of aunts,” he says. “There’s the regular kind, and then there’s the other kind. Mine are the other kind.” He enlists Freddy’s aid in an attempt to rid his house of the ladies, with the result that Freddy and his chums become entangled with some extremely unfriendly ghosts in an abandoned summer hotel. Freddy camps out, goes canoeing, and tosses flapjacks like a pro when he’s not mixing it up with the eerie Mr. Eha . . .
Originally published between 1927 and 1958, the 26 classic books about Freddy the Pig are now going on to delight a sixth generation of children. Freddy the Pig, the “Renaissance Pig” (The New York Times Book Review) of Bean Farm, is back to thrill his fans of all ages in facsimile editions of these all-American children’s classics.
In Freddy Goes Camping, Mr. Camphor’s aunts, Minerva and Elmira, are staying with him, much to his disgust. “There’s two kinds of aunts,” he says. “There’s the regular kind, and then there’s the other kind. Mine are the other kind.” He enlists Freddy’s aid in an attempt to rid his house of the ladies, with the result that Freddy and his chums become entangled with some extremely unfriendly ghosts in an abandoned summer hotel. Freddy camps out, goes canoeing, and tosses flapjacks like a pro when he’s not mixing it up with the eerie Mr. Eha . . .
