Eve White: Literary Agent

from THE GRUNT AND THE GROUCH - BIG SPLASH

Grunty gazed at the ogre costume. The warts were wicked, but he wasn’t going to tell Pom Pom that. ‘I might try it on for size,’ he said, ‘but I’m not playing! He popped Grub into Grotbag’s basket, (hoping he might fall asleep) then wriggled into the warty, green costume. ‘Raaaghhhh!’ he roared like a grumpy ogre. ‘Yippee!’ Grouchy cheered. ‘Right!’ sniffed Grunty. ‘I’m off to read the newspaper!’ He thumped across the kitchen but, just as he reached the door, ‘Prince Grouch…’ he heard Pom Pom say, ‘…would you like a jelly beetle?’ ‘Oooh!’ cried Grouchy. ‘We love jelly beetles, eh Grunty?’ Slowly, Grunty turned around. ‘Ugh?’ he dribbled. ‘Oh, yeah…’ ‘Too bad!’ yelled Pom Pom. ‘Because these are just for trolls who play!’ Grunty gulped. ‘Um … well,’ he said, gazing at the bag of jelly beetles. ‘I suppose … I could play … a bit…’ ‘Fine!’ snapped Pom Pom. ‘But you have to do as I say!’ With that, she pointed to the floor. ‘You live in under-the-table-land!’ she said. ‘All alone … in a smelly cave!’ ‘Suits me!’ growled Grunty, crawling under the table. ‘Now cry!’ said Pom Pom. ‘Because nobody loves you!’ Grunty gave a snotty sniff. ‘Now clean up your icky cave! Go on!’