Free The Girl With Death Breath and Other Naughty Stories for Good Boys and Girls by Christopher Milne Page A

chance against Killer. He’s huge. And nasty .
    So, Doris pushed her way to the front, with her mouth closed, and stood right next to Killer. Just as Killer pushed Roger in the chest and said, ‘Come on!’, and Roger pushed him back, Doris quietly took in a giant lungful of air.
    Then, ever so softly, she blew it right into Killer’s face.
    Killer stopped, shook his head and started to sweat. He went limp, turned red, then green, and then finally, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, passed out cold.
    â€˜Yes,’ screamed the other kids.
    â€˜He’s scared!’
    â€˜Too good for him, Roger!’
    Doris and Roger are good friends these days. And do you know what? They’ve even had a kiss.
    Doris cleans her teeth regularly, too. Although sometimes she finds it a bit hard. Eleven times a day is a lot.

When Penny and Michelle Dyer’s dad started crying at the dinner table because he’d lost his job, they decided to do something about it.
    The Dyers never seemed to have any money as it was. Their house looked as if it was falling down around their ears, and their car had had it. Plus the girls could never afford things like movies or lollies and they always had to wear their neighbour’s hand-me-downs. Not that they complained about it. Why make things worse?
    Mr Dyer had often said,‘Who knows what we’d do if I lost this job?’ Secretly, Penny and Michelle knew exactly what they’d do. Earn some money themselves, to help out. But they’d never tell their dad. It would probably hurt his feelings.
    So, that night, Penny and Michelle lay in their bunks, and talked and talked and talked. Penny had heard on the radio that a man had become a millionaire by finding bits of old junk, fixing them up and selling them. Simple as that.
    â€˜Excellent,’ said Michelle. ‘I’ve always wanted to be a millionaire.’
    Every few months in the area where they lived, there was a special day when people threw out all their old stuff that didn’t normally go in a rubbish bin. Things like old toys, old prams, tyres, bits of tin, boxes and stuff – you name it.
    If you looked hard enough, you could usually find just about anything. People would leave all the old stuff out on a Sunday, and by Monday afternoon it would all be gone, collected by people from the council in big trucks.
    Luckily, a throw-out day was coming up the very next afternoon. By the time the sun was starting to rise, Michelle could hardly contain herself. ‘Imagine,’ she said, getting really excited, ‘by this time tomorrow we’ll be millionaires.’
    â€˜I don’t think it’s quite that easy,’ said Penny with a yawn, ‘but we’ll certainly give it a try. What we need to do is catch a bus to one of the really rich areas because their junk will be the best.’
    â€˜Catch a bus? By ourselves!’ said Michelle. ‘Mum would kill us.’
    â€˜Not if she doesn’t know,’ said Penny.
    So later that morning, Penny and Michelle ended up walking down a leafy street past some of the biggest houses you could ever imagine. And Penny was right. Out on the nature strips stood piles of the most beautiful rubbish the girls had ever seen.Toys, furniture, electrical stuff. Everything. The first thing to really catch Penny’s eye was an old ten-pin bowling ball.
    â€˜Look at this!’ yelled Penny. ‘Fill in these cracks with chewy or something and it’s as good as new. And look! False teeth! They’re worth heaps, aren’t they?’
    The girls found stacks of stuff. They used an old wheelbarrow to carry everything – toys, plates, even a blanket with fewer holes than the ones they had at home.
    â€˜No way we’re selling this,’ said Penny. ‘Give it to Mum. Remember how cold she got last winter?’
    They also found a fan that probably didn’t work, but who knew, maybe if they hit it with