Pugs of the Frozen North (A Not-So-Impossible Tale)

Philip Reeve

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0385387962

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

With a little luck and a pack of pugs, anything is paws-ible!
When True Winter comes, it’s time for the Great Northern Race! The best sled teams in the world must reach a mysterious man called the Snowfather. He will grant one wish to the winners. Young racers Sika and Shen want to win more than anything. But they don’t have big sled dogs—all they have is sixty-six yappy, yippy puppy pugs. Can this unlikely team make their dreams come true?
For early chapter book readers who are ready for something longer, the Not-So-Impossible Tales are packed with humor, action, and color illustrations on almost every page.

"A madcap, magical blend of fluff and other good stuff."—Kirkus Reviews, starred review

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they knew that he would not wake up. They were sad and silent for a while, until the Snowfather said, “Come.” “Come where?” asked Sika’s mother. The Snowfather opened the door on the far side of Grandpa’s bedroom. The cold came into the room. He went around behind Grandpa’s bed and started to push it toward the open door. Shen and Sika ran to help—they did not know why he was pushing the bed outside, but they were sure he must have a good reason. After a moment, Sika’s mom joined in, too.

aimed the sled at the place where the cliffs were lowest. They weren’t really cliffs at all, more like a stony step, and the sled shot over it, landed with a thump on the sea ice, and kept going, slithering between the frozen waves almost all the way to the camp. The heap of pugs heard them coming. Sixty-six small dark specks bounced and yapped upon the ice, wagging their tails in welcome. “There are the dogs!” said Shen. “Where?” asked Sika, looking around. “Those? Those are dogs?” The pugs

my! That looks like young Sika, in her grandpa’s old sled,” said the Chief Marshal, scraping away the ice that had formed on the lenses of her binoculars. “But what are those little things pulling it?” “They look like sixty-six pugs,” said her assistant. “Pugs?” said the Chief Marshal. “Pugs?” said the other racers, turning to stare as Sika steered the old sled into a gap between Sir Basil’s and Mitzi von Primm’s and Shen reined in the eager little dogs. “I say!” complained Sir Basil as the

must save the dogs!” Mungbean and Bo went running down the steep stairway that led to the cargo holds and came struggling back up with crates of sweaters. Captain Jeggings hauled the snowmobile over the ship’s side. Meanwhile, Shen turned over the boxes where more pugs were sleeping. The tiny dogs raced up on deck and jumped off the Lucky Star’s sides onto the ice. Shen had heard people talk about rats leaving a sinking ship before, but he’d never heard of pugs leaving a freezing one. There’s a

the night and all through the following day, the race ran on, and all sorts of adventures—and accidents—befell the other sleds. Before long there were only five sleds left. Sir Basil Sprout-Dumpling was in the lead, thanks to a map his father had drawn that showed shortcuts between the rocks and islands of the frozen sea. But Helga Hammerfest was not far behind, and Mitzi von Primm and Shackleton Jones were catching up fast. (Shen and Sika were right at the back, of course, so far behind that

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