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Mr Landen Has No Brain
Stephen Walker
Stephen Walker hits hard with his surreal hammer. Eye-wateringly funny novel.Wyndam-on-sea. Rainy season. Next Sunday.Sally manages her uncle’s caravan park. He’s ordered her to keep the park dull; the town council – feeling that the resort’s image is being damaged by the liveliness of its caravan parks – has promised a million pounds to the least exciting park in Wyndam-on-sea. If that million pounds isn’t won, the park will close.18 year-old Teena Rama is 148.7% too beautiful – and gaining a percentage point every two days. Soon no one will be able to meet her without falling in love.Mr Landen has no brain. But he does have a tub of margerine between his ears.These three facts are somehow related.
Mr Landen Has No Brain
Stephen Walker
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Acknowledgements
About the Author
By Stephen Walker
About the Publisher
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‘Quiver, female, for I am Lepus, master of the night, and soon you shall be my rumpy-pumpy boing-boing toy. Carrots. Carrots. Must have carrots.’ And the ‘master of the night’ crashed out of Teena Rama’s mobile home, leaving behind a huge, rabbit-shaped hole in the wall.
From where Sally Cooper stood, just inside the front doorway, she could hear him knocking wheelie bins over in his quest for carrots.
Across the room from her, Teena gazed out through the hole and watched his rampage. Still holding the shroud she’d had him hidden under before his grand unveiling, she enthused, ‘Is he the best boyfriend you’ve ever seen or what?’
Mobile home? Sally’d been in smaller mansions. ‘Teena, he’s a rabbit. He’s a seven foot, talking rabbit.’
‘A super-evolved talking rabbit,’ Teena corrected her.
‘He referred to me as “female”, called me his rumpy-pumpy boing-boing toy–’
‘Which some would find flattering.’
‘–and is more interested in carrots than in me. And you think that’s a great boyfriend?’
Teena rolled up the shroud and cast it aside. ‘His attitude leaves a little to be desired but whose boyfriend’s doesn’t?’
‘Yours, according to you.’
Teena raised a suggestive eyebrow. ‘Sadly not every woman can have a Man Who Does.’
‘Just how desperate do you think I am that I’d go out with a giant rabbit?’
