Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} The Bad Book by Andy Griffiths Andy griffiths the very bad book. Andy and Terry live in the world's craziest treehouse. They like making books and telling jokes. And now they've made the world's funniest jokebook! Andy and Terry live in an incredible ever-expanding treehouse and create very silly books together. Andy writes the words and Terry draws the pictures Stuff to write! Pictures to draw! Simply link your Qantas Frequent Flyer membership number to your Booktopia account and earn points on eligible orders. Either by signing into your account or linking your membership details before your order is placed. Your points will be added to your account once your order is shipped. Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! In a very bad wood, there was a very bad house. And in that very bad house, there was a very bad room. And in that very bad room, there was a very bad cupboard. 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This is not a novel in the traditional sense of the word. It is a compilation of cartoons, rhymes, jokes, riddles and assorted drawings all designed to engage the imagination and lay down the foundation of a love for reading in 8 to 12 year olds. Working over six months they, "goaded each other to ever sillier stories and pictures". That was one of the pleasures of reading this book as an adult, to be able to recall some of the childhood craziness that my parents frowned upon in my reading selections. On first reading, some of the jokes were just corny and dated but I recall telling these exact same crass, bad taste, base jokes when I was a kid, and that recollection made me smile. Published by Pan Australia Seller Rating:. About this Item: Pan Australia, Condition: Good. Seller Inventory mon More information about this seller Contact this seller 1. Andy Griffiths (author) Andrew Noel Griffiths (born 3 September 1961) is an Australian children's book author and comedy writer. He is most notable for his Just! series, which was adapted into an animated television series called What's with Andy? , his novel The Day My Bum Went Psycho , which was also adapted into a television series, [1] and the Treehouse series, which has been adapted into several stage plays. [2] [3] Previously a vocalist with alternative rock bands Gothic Farmyard [4] and Ivory Coast, [5] in 1992 he turned to writing. He is well known for working with Terry Denton. [6] Griffiths is noted as a supporter of children against what he views as "cotton wool" childhoods, [6] and, along with Denton, was a noted supporter of the September 2019 climate strikes. [7] Contents. Bibliography Short story collections Novels References External links. Bibliography. Short story collections. "Just!" series. Just Tricking! (1997) – alternative titles: Just Joking! and Just Kidding! Just Annoying! (1998) Just Stupid! (1999) Just Crazy! (2000) – alternative title: Just Wacky! Just Three for Free! (2000) Just Disgusting! (2002) Just Shocking! (2007) Just Macbeth! (2009) Just Doomed! (2012) Bad book series. The Bad Book (2004) The Very Bad Book (2010) Novels. "Treehouse" series. The 13-Storey Treehouse (1 Sep 2011 [8] ) The 26-Storey Treehouse (1 Sep 2012 [9] ) The 39-Storey Treehouse (1 Sep 2013 [10] ) The 52- Storey Treehouse (1 Sep 2014 [11] ) The 65-Storey Treehouse (12 Aug 2015 [12] ) The 78-Storey Treehouse (9 Aug 2016 [13] ) The 91- Storey Treehouse (8 Aug 2017 [14] ) The 104-Storey Treehouse (10 Jul 2018 [15] ) The 117-Storey Treehouse (23 Jul 2019 [16] ) The 130- Storey Treehouse (20 Oct 2020 [17] ) "Treehouse" spin-offs. The Treehouse Fun Book (activity book) (22 Mar 2016 [18] ) The Treehouse Fun Book 2 (activity book) (28 Mar 2017 [19] ) The Treehouse Fun Book 3 (activity book) (27 Mar 2018 [20] ) Terry's Dumb Dot Story: A Treehouse Tale (World Book Day (UK and Ireland)2018 special) (27 Feb 2018) The Treehouse Joke Book (24 Sep 2019 [21] ) "Bum" series. The Day My Bum Went Psycho (2001), published in the US as The Day My Butt Went Psycho Zombie Bums from Uranus (2003), published in the US as Zombie Butts From Uranus Bumageddon: The Final Pongflict (2005) published in the US as Butt Wars: The Final Conflict. "A&T's World of Stupidity" series. What Bumosaur is That? (2007), published in the US as What Buttosaur is That? What Body Part is That? (2011) "Schooling Around" series. Treasure Fever! (2008) Pencil of Doom! (2008) Mascot Madness! (2008) Robot Riot! (2009) Picture books. Stinky Stories , illustrated by Jeff Raglus Fast Food and No Play Make Jack a Fat Boy (2006) The Cat on the Mat Is Flat (2006) The Big Fat Cow That Goes KAPOW! (2008) The Naked Boy and the Crocodile (2011) Andypedia (2012) Once Upon a Slime (2013) The Cat, the Rat, and the Baseball Bat (2013) Ed and Ted and Ted’s Dog Fred (2014) Related Research Articles. Bret Easton Ellis is an American author, screenwriter, short-story writer, and director. Ellis was first regarded as one of the so-called literary Brat Pack, which also included Tama Janowitz and Jay McInerney. He is a self-proclaimed satirist whose trademark technique, as a writer, is the expression of extreme acts and opinions in an affectless style. His novels commonly share recurring characters. What's with Andy? is a Canadian-American-French children's animated series loosely based on the Just! book series by Australian author Andy Griffiths. The main character is Andy Larkin, a mischievous teen and the self-proclaimed "world's greatest prankster". The show follows him as he tries to perform elaborate practical jokes, or pranks, on people in the fictional town of East Gackle. Buttock cleavage is minor exposure of the buttocks and the intergluteal cleft between them, often because of low-rise pants. The crena is a formal term for the cleft between the buttocks, and the medical term is posterior rugae . The Day My Bum Went Psycho is a novel for children by Australian author Andy Griffiths. "Bum" is a slang word used in many English-speaking countries for the buttocks; in North America the term "butt" is used instead, and the book is published there under the title The Day My Butt Went Psycho . Bumageddon: The Final Pongflict is the final book in Andy Griffiths' Bum trilogy, following The Day My Bum Went Psycho and Zombie Bums from Uranus . The book details the events of a young boy called Zack and his adventures to finish the bums once and for all. Terry Denton is an Australian illustrator and author. He is married and has three children. He is the second youngest of five boys, he was born and grew up in Melbourne, Victoria. Denton now lives in Mornington, Victoria. The Day My Butt Went Psycho! is a Canadian–Australian animated television series based loosely upon the novel series of a similar name by Andy Griffiths. The show premiered on the Australian television channel Nine Network in September 2013 and on the Canadian television channels Teletoon and Télétoon on June 12, 2014. Michael John Ward is a Canadian comedian. He performs comedy in both French and English. The Bad Book is a 2004 book by Andy Griffiths, who wrote the novel The Day My Bum Went Psycho , with Terry Denton, who also did the illustrations. It is a compilation of bad stories, drawings, rhymes and poems about such quirky characters like 'Bad Baby', and 'Bad Daddy' doing such bad things like miss-throwing knives, and blowing up objects and people at Christmas. It was followed by The Very Bad Book (2010) and The Super Bad Book (2011) Zombie Bums from Uranus is a novel by Australian children's author Andy Griffiths, and is the second part of Griffiths' Bum trilogy. The book was released in 2003 worldwide, however, the United States version was titled Zombie Butts from Uranus as opposed to Zombie Bums from Uranus . The Bum Trilogy consists of three books by Australian author Andy Griffiths. They are aimed at children aged around ten and contain much toilet humor. The Australian Booksellers Association (ABA) promotes the interests of booksellers in Australia. The association has its origins in state associations formed early in the 20th century, which later amalgamated into a federal association. Just Macbeth is an alternate version of William Shakespeare's play Macbeth . It was written by Australian children’s author Andy Griffiths and produced by Bell Shakespeare as well as being released as a book. Just! is a successful series of short story collections by Australian children's author Andy Griffiths, illustrated by Terry Denton. The book series is based on Andy Griffiths's early life. The Very Bad Book is a 2010 book of short stories for children written by Andy Griffiths and illustrated by Terry Denton. The Very Bad Book is the sequel to Griffiths and Denton's "The Bad Book" published in 2004. Griffiths has announced plans to release a third title in the series, The Super Bad Book , in 2011. The 13-Story Treehouse is a 2011 book written by author Andy Griffiths and illustrated by Terry Denton, and a stage play based on the book. The story follows Andy and Terry, who are living in a 13-story treehouse, struggling to finish their book on time among many distractions and their friend Jill, who lives in a house full of animals and often visits them. According to the book, the 13-story treehouse has "a bowling alley, a see- through swimming pool, a tank full of man-eating sharks, a secret underground laboratory, a vegetable vaporizer and a marshmallow machine that shoots marshmallows into your mouths when it sees that you are hungry". Brooke Davis is a novelist and the author of the best selling novel Lost & Found (2014). Brooke grew up in Bellbrae, Victoria. Davis currently resides in Perth, WA. Cath Crowley is a young adult fiction author based in Melbourne, Australia. She has been shortlisted and received numerous literary awards including the 2011 Prime Minister's Literary Award for Young Adult Fiction for her novel Graffiti Moon and, in 2017, the Griffith University Young Adult Book Award at the Queensland Literary Awards for Words in Deep Blue . This article presents a list of the historical events and publications of Australian literature during 2016 . The Australian Book Industry Awards ( ABIA ) are publishers' and literary awards held by the Australian Publishers Association annually in Sydney "to celebrate the achievements of authors and publishers in bringing Australian books to readers". Works are first selected by an academy of more than 200 industry professionals, and then a shortlist and winners are chosen by judging panels. uhsleung. The Bad Book By Andy Griffiths and Illustrated by Terry Denton. The Bad Book by Andy Griffiths and Illustrated by Terry Denton is based on little and short chapters of short stories throughout this book. This book contains 10 pages of the words badder and badder, “bad” jokes, comics, riddles, about bad characters, bad crosswords, bad cartoons, bad stories and many other more bad things. This fabulous book does not have a certain setting because of its short chapters and stories; it has a variety of settings which makes the book more interesting. The characters of this book are all fictional and in each chapter they have similar bad personalities. The Bad Book will continue with The Very Bad book which has already came out. Overall, I believe this fantastic book, is perfect for any child over the age of seven. I am going to rate this humorous book an 8 out of 10. The Bad Book by Andy Griffiths. Andy Griffiths discovered a talent for tricking his parents at an early age. Since then he has tried to trick many other people including friends, neighbours, teachers and complete strangers with a variety of lame pranks, poorly executed stunts, pathetic disguises and ridiculous stories. Terry Denton hates writing illustrator biographies. So he draws them. He was sitting at his desk trying to write this one when his head fell off. It landed on a skateboard . . . Also by Andy Griffiths. and illustrated by Terry Denton. The Cat on the Mat is Flat. Also by Andy Griffiths. The Day My Bum Went Psycho. Zombie Bums from Uranus. Bumageddon: the Final Pongflict. Also by Andy Griffiths. (with Jim Thomson and Sophie Blackmore) Fast Food and No Play Make. Jack a Fat Boy: Creating a healthier lifestyle. for you and your children. Pan Macmillan Australia. First published 1997 in Mammoth by Reed Books Australia. This Pan edition first published 1999 by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Limited. These electronic editions published in 1999 by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Ltd. 1 Market Street, Sydney 2000. Text Copyright © Andy Griffiths 1997. Illustrations Copyright © Terry Denton 1997. The moral rights of the creators have been asserted. All rights reserved. This publication (or any part of it) may not be reproduced or transmitted, copied, stored, distributed or otherwise made available by any person or entity (including Google, Amazon or similar organisations), in any form (electronic, digital, optical, mechanical) or by any means (photocopying, recording, scanning or otherwise) without prior written permission from the publisher. This ebook may not include illustrations and/or photographs that may have been in the print edition. National Library of Australia cataloguing-in-publication data: Griffiths, Andy, 1961–. Just tricking. I. Denton, Terry, 1950–. II. Title. Adobe eReader format 9781-74197-011-1. Online format 978-1-74197-614-4. EPUB format 978-1-74262-217-0. The characters and events in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Macmillan Digital Australia www.macmillandigital.com.au. Visit www.panmacmillan.com.au to read more about all our books and to buy both print and ebooks online. You will also find features, author interviews and news of any author events. Tell ya mum I saved ya! Emergency spew relish. A TerrIBLE Christmas and a CRappy New Year. t’s 8.15 a.m. and I’m still in bed. I should have got up an hour ago. But I didn’t. You want to know why? Because I’m dead. Well, not really dead. I’m just pretending I’m dead so I don’t have to go to school. If I can convince Mum and Dad that I’m dead, not only will I have pulled off one of the greatest practical jokes of the century, but I’ll get off going to school for the rest of the year. Maybe even for the rest of my life. I got the idea from my dog. I’ve been taking Sooty to obedience classes each Sunday morning. We’ve only been going for a few weeks, but already he’s learned to sit, beg and roll over. Yesterday he learned how to play dead. I thought, if my dog is smart enough to do it, then why not me? All I’ve got to do is lie here without breathing or blinking. Well, when I say without blinking, I mean blinking when nobody is looking. And when I say without breathing, I don’t mean not breathing at all – that would be stupid. I mean just taking a tiny little breath every so often – just enough to keep me alive. The only thing that worries me is, I’m such an excellent practical joker, I might trick myself into thinking I’m really dead. And if that happened, I’d be as good as dead – or as bad as dead – because as far as I can see, there’s nothing really good about being dead, except that you don’t have to go to school. Suddenly Mum bustles into the room. ‘What? Still in bed? Come on, you’ll be late!’ I hear the rattle of the curtains being opened. The sudden light hurts my eyes, but I remember not to blink. Any moment now Mum is going to see me. And scream. She’s standing right next to me. ‘Pooh, what a stink! When’s the last time you cleaned this room? It’s an absolute pigsty! Dirty socks and undies everywhere. Why can’t you put them in the washing basket like your sister does? If you’re not showered, dressed and out of this house in ten minutes you’re going to miss your bus, and I’m not going to drive you.’ She walks out of the room. I stare at the ceiling. What else would a real corpse do? It’s not as if it would make some brilliantly witty comeback, like, ‘Lay off me, you old bag. I’m not going to school today because I’m dead. Just leave me alone so I can rot in peace.’ Yeah – that would be a good line, but I can’t say it because I’m supposed to be dead. So, I just lie here and stare at the ceiling some more. Next thing I know, Dad is standing next to the bed. ‘Are you all right?’ says Dad in a slightly deeper voice. I’m holding my breath. My body is tight. He puts his hand on my shoulder and shakes me roughly. ‘Andy!’ he says. ‘Andy, I’m warning you . . . if this is another one of your practical jokes, it’s not funny! You hear me? Not funny!’ I tense as hard as I can while Dad shakes me. Then he stops and puts his thumb and forefingers around my wrist. He’s trying to find my pulse. Damn! It’s the one thing I can’t fake. All the same, I try to concentrate on my heart and slow it down. I read somewhere about these people who use the power of the mind to slow down their heartbeat, so I figure I might as well give it a bash. I imagine that my heart is as still as a rock. A paralysed red rock. A frozen paralysed red rock. A frozen paralysed red rock in a deep deep sleep. It seems like forever, but eventually Dad puts my arm back down onto the bed. Gently. And he says in a quiet voice: ‘Andy – now listen to me. You’re cold and you’re not breathing. You’re staring at the ceiling and I can’t find a pulse. You may be dead for all I know. But then your past record leaves me no choice but to wonder if this isn’t just another one of your so-called “jokes”. If you are just playing a trick, then I’ll give you to the count of three to get out of bed and we’ll say no more about it. But, if you don’t get out of bed, and I find out later that you’re not really dead . . . well . . . you’ll wish that you had been. Is that clear?’ He’s trying to trick me. He wants me to nod. But I’m not going to fall for it. There’s only room for one practical joker around here – and it’s not Dad. He starts counting. I’m not sure I believe that I won’t get into trouble if I confess. He sounds pretty serious. I’ll probably end up being grounded for a we ek. And I’ll definitely end up having to go to school. What have I got to lose? And, anyway, I’ve come too far to chicken out now. I don’t move a single muscle. Dad calls Mum into the room. ‘Is everything all right?’ she asks. ‘I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news,’ says Dad. ‘I don’t know how, or why, but it appears that Andy is no longer living . . . that is to say, he is . . . er . . . dead.’ ‘Oh no,’ she says, and starts to cry. ‘Oh no!’ Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dad move to put his arms around her. While they’re distracted, I quickly take a couple of good deep breaths. ‘But he was such a good boy!’ Mum wails. ‘Such a good boy! He had his problems . . . but deep down he didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No,’ says Dad, ‘I don’t believe he did mean any harm – it’s just he never knew when to stop.’ Dad’s taking the whole thing better than I expected. I mean, he’s usually pretty calm and all, but I would have thought, maybe, he might be a bit more upset. After all, I am his son. ‘Oh well,’ he says. ‘No use standing around here all day. There’s work to be done.’ ‘But surely you’re not going to work now!’ says Mum. ‘Well,’ says Dad, ‘somebody’s got to dig the hole.’ ‘We can’t just leave his body here.’ ‘I suppose not,’ says Mum. ‘Where are you going to dig it?’ Dad hands her his handkerchief. ‘I think underneath the lemon tree might be nice – and it’d be good for the lemons.’ ‘Yes,’ says Mum, ‘it’s been struggling a bit lately.’ ‘I’ll go get the spade and start digging. I’d like to have him in the ground before lunchtime. Before he starts to smell.’ ‘Okay,’ says Mum, wiping her eyes. ‘And while you’re doing that, I’ll put the kettle on. I think we could both use a good strong cup of tea.’ I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Have my parents completely lost their senses? Are they seriously thinking of burying me in the backyard? Aren’t there laws against that sort of thing? Dad leaves the room. Mum kneels down beside the bed and kisses me on the cheek. She passes her hand over my eyelids, just like they do in the movies. I’m so touched, I almost forget to close them – but I remember just in time. ‘I don’t care what anyone says,’ she whispers. ‘You were a good boy.’ Mum leaves the room. I don’t dare open my eyes again. I wouldn’t want her to come back and catch me with them open. That would really freak her out. And I think she’s been freaked out enough for one day. Maybe I should confess. But how do I confess without freaking her out even more? After all, if she thinks I’m dead, and then I walk into the kitchen, what do I say? Somehow, I don’t think ‘Hi, Mum, I’m not really dead, I was just tricking!’ would go down all that well. But if I don’t confess, I’m going to be buried in a cold muddy hole in my own backyard. I’ll have worms gnawing at my eyeballs for the rest of eternity. That’s a pretty high price to pay for a practical joke. Even one as brilliant as this. The lemon tree is right outside my window. I can hear Dad digging. And whistling. I die and he whistles? What is he – some kind of psycho? Normal people don’t whistle when their son dies. Then again, normal people don’t bury bodies in the backyard. But as I listen to Dad’s whistle, I begin to notice something strange. It’s different from his normal one. And now it becomes clear. My parents don’t think I’m dead – they just want me to think that they think I’m dead. All this crap about being good for the lemons . . . that’s not what it’s about at all. They’re just trying to teach me a lesson. They want to scare me. Well, I don’t scare easily. And I’m not about to be beaten at my own game by a couple of amateurs. After a long morning of staring at the ceiling, I’m pretty bored. At last I hear Dad stop digging. Mum and Dad come into my room. I know what’s coming next. I suck my breath in and try to remain absolutely still. Dad grabs me underneath my arms. Mum lifts me up by the legs. I try to make my head flop around in a convincing corpse-like fashion. They carry me out to the backyard and lay me down underneath the lemon tree. Dad gets down into the hole – which I can see through my slitted eyes is deeper than I expected – puts his hands back underneath my arms and pulls me down towards him. My legs follow with a thud. The mud at the bottom of the hole is cold and wet and almost immediately my pyjamas are soaked through. I’m sure Dad is just dying for me to crack and open my eyes so he can say ‘Just tricking!’ But I’m not going to give him the pleasure. Not now . . . not ever. Dad climbs out of the hole. Mum begins reading from a small blue book, her voice low and serious. ‘ . . . Ashes to ashes . . . Dust to dust . . .’ Dad is standing to attention, shovel by his side. I’m starting to wonder if this is such a good idea after all. Dad starts filling in the hole. I don’t have to wonder any more – I know. First I feel dirt hitting my toes. Then my legs. And then my stomach. A big clump lands on my chest and I feel dirt splatter onto my face and mouth. Something’s wrong. It’s not possible that I’m such a brilliant actor that my parents really think I’m dead . . . is it? No, that’s stupid . . . they’ll crack . . . any minute now. Another handful of dirt splashes across my face. And now I don’t know what to think . . . because I’m almost completely buried and I’m having trouble breathing. I open my mouth to shout, ‘Okay, you win! I was just tricking!’ But a big clump of earth lands in my mouth and I can’t get the words out. How long have I been here? If I am dead, then how come I’m still thinking? I know one thing for sure. If I ever get out of this – and it’s beginning to look like there’s not much hope of that – I’m never going to play another practical joke for as long as I live. Hang on, I can feel something on my stomach. Urgent jabbing and scratching. The weight of the dirt on my belly is lifting. When the scratching starts on my chest, I realise what it is. Sooty has come to save me! He’s the only one who realises I’m not dead! He must be able to smell me, to sense my warmth. And, as the weight of the dirt lifts, I decide I don’t care about playing dead any more. Anything would be better than this. Even school. I sit up and scream: ‘I confess! You win! I was just tricking!’ I wipe the mud out of my eyes and see my parents staring down at me. They are shocked. The sight of me rising from the dead has them goggling at me in horror, their mouths frozen open. Mum starts screaming. Dad is trying to ward me off with his spade, holding it crucifix-style in front of him, as if I’m some sort of vampire. ‘Dad, it’s okay!’ I reassure him. ‘I was playing a dumb joke and I’m sorry!’ But I might just as well be speaking another language. My words don’t seem to be having any impact on him whatsoever. He’s still brandishing the spade as he and Mum back slowly away from the hole. This joke is completely out of control. The only one who’s glad to see me is Sooty. He’ s standing at the top of the hole trying to lick my face. I push him away but he keeps coming back for more, like it’s a game. At least somebody round here is acting normal. Then, all of a sudden, Dad drops the spade and clutches at his chest with his right hand. He drops to his knees, his mouth still wide open, then falls forward onto his face. I leap out of the hole and rush to his side. I roll him over and check to see if he’s breathing. I place my hands on his chest and push with all my weight, just like they showed us in first aid. I push three more times. Then I pinch his nose and pull his head back. I’m about to start mouth-to-mouth resuscitation when Mum screams. ‘Get away from him, you . . . you . . . zombie!’ ‘I’m not a zombie!’ I tell her. ‘I’m not dead – I was just tricking!’ ‘Don’t touch him, you bloodsucking freak!’ ‘Mum, I haven’t got time to argue! I’ve got to do this. It’s Dad’s only hope.’ I take a deep breath. Mum starts laughing. Poor Mum. The stress has affected her brain. And it’s all my fault. But I can’t help her until I’ve saved Dad. First things first. I take another breath and am about to put my mouth over Dad’s when he starts spluttering. First a sputter. Then a wheeze. And then a deep rocking laugh. Dad opens his eyes. They are wet with tears. ‘Would you mind sharing the joke with me?’ I ask. ‘Sure,’ says my father, pulling himself together with great effort. ‘We were just tricking!’ And then they really start to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. They’re bent over double like a couple of maniacs. Even Sooty is rolling around on his back, wheezing and carrying on. It takes a few moments for the shock to sink in, but then I realise that my parents have won. The bad book. Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Litte Willy took a match And set fire to the cat. Said Little Willy as it burnt, 'I bet the cat hates that.' Andy Griffiths and Terry Denton are two of the best-known names in the children's publishing industry in recent years, both individually and as a team. Whilst each new offering is greeted enthusiastically by young readers, adult critics are not always positive about what is produced. This latest collaboration, The Bad Book is no exception, with newspapers around the country running stories about reactions to the book, which have included some bookstores refusing to stock it, recommended reading lists being amended to exclude it, and parent groups up in arms. Despite all the fuss, it must be said that this is a book for kids, not adults, and kids will love its silliness and complete irreverence. From cover to cover there are rude jokes, messy jokes and (of course) bad jokes. There are jokes about bodily functions, jokes about bad parents and loads of violence. So, while adults may have their doubts, very few kids will. They will laugh, they will share it with their friends and they will read it - probably over and over. The Bad Book will appeal to kids. Adult purchasers - parents, teachers and librarians - will want to make their own decision about its appropriateness or otherwise for their young charges. Penny McRose picked her nose Morning, noon and night. She picked it until her head caved in And her family died of fright.