Knitbone Pepper Ghost Dog
Knitbone Pepper Ghost Dog: Best Friends Forever
Meet Knitbone Pepper, the dead special ghost dog haunting Starcross Hall!
Knitbone has a problem. His beloved owner Winnie and her bonkers parents may be forced to move and leave Knitbone behind! Can the Spirits of Starcross, a gigglesome gang of ghostly animals, help Winnie save her home?
A wonderfully whimsical new series, jam-packed with mayhem, chuckles and woofs!
“Funny and tender.”
“What an endearingly mad romp, elegantly and hilariously illustrated by the talented Mr Collins. A triumph!”
Debi Gliori, award-winning children's author and illustrator
“Funny, wonderfully imaginative and beautifully illustrated, the Knitbone Pepper books are highly recommended.”
The Daily Express
Claire Barker graduated from Bath Spa University with a degree in English Literature and History. She studied illustration for a further two years and worked as a teaching assistant for several more. Claire used to live on narrowboats but now lives with her family on a small, untidy farm in deepest, darkest Devon. When she’s not busy writing or illustrating she spends her days wrestling sheep, battling through nettle patches and triumphantly catching rogue chickens.
Visit clairebarkerauthor.com to find out more.
KNITBONE PEPPER GHOST DOG: BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
The first thing that struck Knitbone Pepper about death was that Heaven wasn’t up to much.
There weren’t any squirrels, or sausage sandwiches, or delicious bones, or even a single squeaky ball. Instead it seemed to be full of stripy socks, jumpers and the smell of washing powder. It was also quite dark. There were supposed to be sparkly lights, not spangly tights.
Knitbone was definitely dead, because he could remember the dying part quite clearly…
Yesterday, he had felt really old and tired and fed up. So fed up in fact, that he couldn’t even get out of bed. Then the nice vet who smelled of cats and biscuits came, and everybody’s eyes started leaking.
The Peppers sat in a small, sad circle, passing around tissues, wiping their eyes and blowing their noses – so much so that Knitbone hoped they weren’t coming down with something.
Lord Pepper, sniffing loudly, carefully tucked Knitbone’s favourite toy rabbit (Floppy Bernard) beneath his doggy chin and Lady Pepper gently squeezed his paw. Then Winnie – lovely Winnie – kneeled down and stroked his ears in the special way he liked. She came very close, her warm tears sploshing onto his nose, and whispered, “Thank you for being the best, most special, most perfect dog in all the world. Sleep tight, Knitbone Pepper. We love you so much. Goodbye, goodbye…”
Then, SHAZAM! He was as dead as a doorknob. Actually it was surprisingly nice, because one minute everything hurt, and the next it didn’t. In fact, he felt great, like a puppy again, all bendy and WOW!
He had expected to go to Heaven straight away, via angel wings and twanging harps. He had seen it on those Saturday morning cartoons, sitting next to Winnie, as she crunched toast and he munched dog biscuits. It looked painless, well organized and quite straightforward.
But it wasn’t straightforward for Knitbone Pepper. It was dead complicated.
Knitbone carefully inspected a nurse’s costume in a dark corner. It had a catapult in the pocket and chocolate down the front. He gave it a sniff and was relieved to discover he was shut inside Winnie’s wardrobe, not in Heaven after all.
He picked his way through a forest of tangled wire coat hangers and nudged open the door with his nose. Outside, the air felt cool and still as his gaze fell onto the bed in the corner of the room. Hunched up beneath its rainbow patchwork cover was the outline of a familiar shape.
Immediately Knitbone’s heart looped the loop and his tail began to whoosh like a windscreen wiper. Oh, MAD love! Wonderful, marvellous, amazing, Winnie Pepper. He loved her more than all the bicycle wheels, frisbees and cowpats in the world. They had made a promise to be BFFs: Best Friends Forever. Like tea and toast, fish and chips, strawberries and cream; Winnie and Knitbone were made for each other. He scampered over and watched her for a blissful moment, his head patiently resting on her bedcover as he thought about how pleased she was going to be when she saw him. It would be the best surprise EVER. There must have been some sort of mistake.
Maybe he wasn’t dead after all or, at worst, only a bit dead. Whatever had happened, it didn’t matter because any minute soon Winnie would wake up and smile and say, “There you are, Knitbone, you good boy!” and everything would be the same as before.
He licked her cheek. Normally her face tasted of peppermint toothpaste or bubblegum, but today she tasted different: strange and salty. He snuffled at her hair. It smelled sad. His gaze drifted down to her hand. In it rested a photograph of a knee-high dog with wonky ears and toffee-coloured, scrubbing-brush fur. He was wearing a pirate hat, perched at a cheeky angle. This dog certainly wasn’t a pedigree, more of a doggy jumble, but his eyes twinkled like the brightest stars. “Ooh, look,” Knitbone woofed cheerfully. “It’s me!”
There was a knock at the door. Winnie’s mum came in and sat on the bed. She looked sad and her eyes were all puffy. Maybe she did have a cold after all. “Wake up, Winnie,” she whispered. “It’s time for school.”
Normally Winnie was like a fizzing firework, springing out of bed. But not today. Today she just rolled over and faced the wall.
Knitbone bounded around madly at first,
in case it was a game. He loved games. Then he realized it wasn’t, so he stopped and did a bit of happy panting instead. Still Winnie continued to face the wall, ignoring her mother’s coaxing. “Well, I can see this is a job for a dog,” he sighed, squeezing in front of Winnie’s mum. “Never fear, Knitbone’s here! Come on now, Winnie, wake up. Stop messing about.”
He plonked his paw heavily on Winnie’s leg and nudged her with his wet nose. She didn’t seem to notice, so he did it again, this time a little more firmly.
“Winnie, it’s me – vitamin D! Geddit? D for Dog? Ha ha! No? Oh. Come on. If you get up now there will be time to play a game before the school bus comes. I want to have a go at ‘Jump the Piano’ because, guess what? I’m feeling much better today, look!” He pranced about in front of her like a loon, trying to catch her eye. “WINNIE, LOOK!” But Winnie just curled into a ball and pulled a pillow over her head as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
Knitbone had a peculiar feeling. It wasn’t a very nice one. Then a Bad Thought occurred to him.
Knitbone Pepper wasn’t very good at maths (he was, after all, a dog), but even he had to admit that:
Dead + still here = ghost
He looked down at his paws. They were a bit see-through, now he came to think about it. If he had to describe them, he would say they looked as if they were made out of wispy cotton wool. Standing next to Winnie’s dressing table, he noticed that whilst the teddy bear, the piggybank and the alarm clock were reflected in the mirror, he wasn’t. The reality of the situation hit him over the head like a saucepan – CLAAAANG!
Knitbone’s tail drooped and panic began to rise in his chest. “No, no, NOOOOOO! NOT A GHOST! I can’t be – this can’t be happening!” He wailed and howled as loudly as he could. “PEPPERS, LOOK! IT’S ME, KNITBONE!”
Winnie was eventually persuaded out of bed in her nightdress and led downstairs, Knitbone following close behind. “LISTEN, I’M STILL HERE – I’M STILL PART OF THE FAMILY!” Winnie and Lady Pepper didn’t so much as glance backwards.
Down in the kitchen, Knitbone was in something of a panic. Dying had gone very badly wrong. He was neither here nor there – he was somewhere in-between. He hid under the big kitchen table for a while and tried to calm down by breathing deeply and thinking about safe things like tartan blankets and dog biscuits.
After a while he felt brave enough to come out. He sat next to Winnie’s chair, staring super-hard at her whilst tears plopped rhythmically into her cornflakes. His trusting doggy heart had to believe that Winnie would make everything alright again. Surely any moment now she would look up from her breakfast and announce, “Oh, THERE you are, Knitbone!” After all, Winnie was the cleverest, most wonderful person in the world, so she was bound to figure it out, sooner or later.
But she didn’t look up. Not that day, nor the next, nor even the next.
Shortlisted - Simply Book Bookfactor 2017
Quirky, charming and beautifully illustrated.
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An endearing tale about a ghost dog called Knitbone who wants to reconnect with his owner Winnie Pepper whilst stopping dastardly thieves from steal their family home... A charming and sensitive story for animal lovers and any child who has lost a pet.
South Wales Evening Post
Death has come as a shock to Knitbone, the pet of the whimsical Pepper family who inhabit ramshackle Starcross Hall. But when the Hall is under threat and the family are facing eviction, Knitbone and his fellow ghosts, including a hamster and a hare, plan a charmingly spirited defence of their haunted home.
S Magazine (Daily Express)
Filled with humour and warmth, a wonderful novel for young readers.
With the skill, charm and animal instinct to rival Dick King-Smith, Claire Barker brings us this deliciously warm and humorous debut for children aged 7 and up.
Trust me, you are going to LOVE THIS BOOK! It is like nothing I've ever read!
A charming, amusing story with moving moments... Perfect for enjoying as a great read aloud with a class, this is also a book that could be used for inspiring writing. Can’t wait for the next one!
Sue Wilsher, School Librarian
This is such a great story and is truly irresistible. You can’t help but get caught up in the world of the Pepper family.
Book Lover Jo
I would recommend it to my brother because he will get freaked out! 10/10
Jed, Chatterbooks Star Reviewers
I would recommend it because they used a lot of descriptive language and detailed pictures.
Orla, Chatterbooks Star Reviewers
I completely loved it.
Monty, Chatterbooks Star Reviewers
I would recommend it to my friends.
James G, Chatterbooks Star Reviewers
It wasn’t like any other story you would read and the ghosts are a bit unusual and it would be very good to read at Halloween. 10/10.
Jake Fordham, Chatterbooks Star Reviewers
A) I love it. B) I can’t imagine anyone not loving it... warm, witty, well-written and wonderful.
With its sweet ghost animals and ginger-nut-fuelled adventure, this charming story ticks all the right boxes for young readers. Ross Collins’ illustrations are spookily fun but capture the affection between Knitbone and Winnie perfectly too.
This is a sad and funny book about a ghost dog trying to save his
family’s home, a great read for boys and girls aged 8+.
Annabelle Cassidy, for lovereading4kids.co.uk
I recommend this book to 7+ and give it 5*/5*. This book is funny and easy to read. I love the illustrations. I can’t wait
for the second book!
Daniel Bisland, for lovereading4kids.co.uk
Picked as one of Mumsnet's 'Best New Books for 5-8 Year-olds'.
A gentle, eccentric tale of the supernatural, full of hilarity, warmth and undefeated love.
Middle Grade Strikes Back
A gentle, eccentric tale of the supernatural, full of hilarity, warmth and undefeated love... A book to give and read at Halloween, Christmas – or at any time when a gentle, welcoming ghost story seems just what the doctor ordered.
Middle Grade Strikes Back
Packed with mayhem, chuckles and woofs.
Love this book!!
I love this book and it's one of my favourites. I recommend it with all my heart.
Zena, 20th October 2017