First published in Great Britain
by William Collins Sons and Co. Ltd. in 1979
This edition first published by Collins in 1999
This edition published in 2018
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Text copyright © Michael Bond 1979
Illustrations copyright © Peggy Fortnum
and William Collins Sons and Co. Ltd. 1979
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Source ISBN: 9780006753780
Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2012 ISBN: 9780007461493
Version: 2018-05-23
Contents
Copyright
1. Paddington at the Wheel
2. In and Out of Trouble
3. Paddington and the Stately Home
4. Paddington and ‘Bob–a–Job’
5. Paddington Gets a Rise
6. Mr Curry Lets Off Steam
7. Pantomime Time
About the Author
Other books by Michael Bond
About the Publisher
Paddington gave the man facing him one of his hardest stares ever.
“I’ve won a bookmark!” he exclaimed hotly. “But I thought it was going to be a Rolls-Royce. ”The man fingered his collar nervously. “There must be some mistake,” he replied. “The lucky winner of the car has already been presented with it. And the second prize, a weekend for two in Paris, has gone to an old age pensioner in Edinburgh. If you’ve had a letter from us, then you must be one of the ten thousand runners-up who merely receive bookmarks. I can’t think why one wasn’t enclosed. ”
“I’m one of
“I’m afraid so. ” Regaining his confidence, the man began rummaging in one of his desk drawers. “The trouble is,” he said meaningly, “so many entrants to competitions don’t bother to read the small print. If you care to take another look at our entry form you’ll see what I mean. ”
Paddington took the leaflet and focused his gaze on a picture of a large, sleek, silver-grey car. A chauffeur, standing beside one of the open doors, was flicking an imaginary speck of dust from the upholstery with one of his gloves, while across the bonnet, in large red letters, were the words ALL THIS COULD BE YOURS!