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Dear
Pewtermane,
I am a Flame-bird and I want to be a Wise-hoof is their any way you can help me change?
Mia |
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Dear
Mia,
We all want things we can’t have. There are times when I’d really like to be a watering can. I’ve just had to learn to live with it.
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Dear
Pewtermane,
I am a tangle-child/japegrin (My great-grandmother was a japegrin.) living in Geddon. I am having a shadow-beast invasion! Worrits, vampreys, my sister even says she saw a sinistrom. Come to think of it, there’s been a lickit hanging around, and he seems rather…beastly. What am I supposed to do?!
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Dear
Ryan,
This is clearly something to do with your japegrin ancestry. I’d change it without delay if I were you.
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Dear
Pewtermane,
In the last book, Jinx on the Divide, Leona told Felix that since there was another Felix on the other side of the Divide, in a way, does that sort of mean that Felix doesn’t exist any more? What about Betony?
Do you think there is a way to undo what the jinx box did to the Divide?
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Dear
Nhui Brazzle,
There are now two Felixes and two Betonies, rather than none at all. If you think about the way identical twins split it will give you a clue – they’re absolutely the same when the egg splits in half, and then, although they look the same, they no longer have exactly the same experiences, which turns them into different people. This is why the last two chapters of Jinx on the Divide begin exactly the same way, and then start to diverge. And no, I don’t think there’s any way to undo what the jinx box did, but what do I know? I’m just a philosopher, and I can’t seriously be expected to concern myself with the real world.
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Dear
Pewtermane,
My uncle has got vampreys nesting in his loft. Is it true you
need a vamprey licence before you can even pick one up? I heard
there was a spell that would turn them into broad beans, which
would be dead useful for a recipe I want to try out.
Yours, Lemonie Lickit |
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Dear
Lemonie,
Is that your real name? I have my doubts. Besides, I’ve always
made it a policy not to answer letters from people named after
fruits. "Policy", as I expect you know, is a word that
means "a course of action". It can also mean "a
piece of paper that tells you whether you're insured against
being struck by lightning, or kicked by a quaddiump".
That's not the meaning in this instance.
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Dear
Pewtermane,
I am constantly asked
to recommend books to youngsters.
I’m fairly certain that they don’t want The
Constipation Spellbook, or Collected Gutting Songs. After I’ve suggested The Sterkarm
Handshake, by Susan Price, and The Lastling, by Philip Gross,
I’ve run out of ideas. Help!
Yours, Clevercloggs the Wise-hoof, Senior Librarian, Andria.
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Dear
Clevercloggs,
Point them in the direction of The
Ultimate Book Guide, or The Ultimate Teen Book Guide, edited by
Daniel Hahn and Leonie Flynn, depending on whether they’re
foals or yearlings.
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Dear Pewtermane,
I have two younger sisters who constantly bicker with me or with themselves.
If I try to make peace I’m either in the middle of it or still bickering.
I’m at a loss.
Trying to cope, Danielle
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Dear Danielle,
My mother always used to give us foals a good kicking.
You could try asking your mother to give it a go.
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Dear Pewtermane,
Hey, my brandee seems to be developing free will; he won’t grant my wishes. What should I do?
Yours Sincerely, Mr Higgins
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Dear Mr Higgins,
Convince him that whatever you want was his idea. This policy works very well with parents, too.
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Dear Pewtermane,
I am a young Brazzle and I have been asked to fly to Andria but I don't know how to get there as I have injured my wing.
Is there any other way?
Yours thankfully, Copperwing
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Dear Copperwing,
Easy-flap do a special rate for brazzles, which is ten times the standard price.
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Dear Pewtermane,
My left wing has caught fire and it won't go out, yet it is not my time to die.
Please help me before it burns like a Lickit’s favourite pudding gone wrong!
Yours, Infernobill Fire-bird.
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Dear Infernobill Fire-bird,
In my experience, lickits often set fire to their puddings quite deliberately – fertle-fruit flambé is a very good example.
Perhaps you could start a restaurant.
Pewtermane
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Dear Pewtermane,
If Rhino had successfully made gunpowder for Thane Squill,
do you think your world would be put into moral danger?
Yours, Jack
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Dear Jack,
Of course, because everyone would be threatening to explode everyone else.
However, I expect you meant mortal danger rather than moral, in which case the answer is exactly the same.
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Dear Pewtermane,
I am having trouble with an uncontrollable japegrin.
I’ve asked him many times to stay quiet at night, what should I do?
Bella Brazzle
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Dear Bella,
Threaten to peck his eyes out. That usually works.
Pewtermane
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Dear Pewtermane,
Vampreys have been seen in the forest and I’m afraid to venture out of the tree house after sunset.
Please can you give me some advice on how to handle it?
Scared, Lizardroot
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Dear Lizardroot,
Get yourself a good joke book and a torch.
Then laugh hysterically all the way to your destination, and hope like mad you don’t meet a worrit.
Pewtermane
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Dear
Pewtermane,
Leona the riddle-paw is coming to stay for a few days. What
should I offer in the way of refreshment?
Yours, Ramona Ragamucky
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Dear
Ramona,
A couple of troublesome neighbours would go down well.
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Pewtermane has decided to stop being an agony aunt so that he can meditate on more important issues, such as what, precisely, is an itch?
If he ever comes up with an answer he will post it on the website blog.
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