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The Fortress of Kaspar Snit [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Fagan, Cary
  • Author:  Fagan, Cary
  • ISBN-10:  088776665X
  • ISBN-10:  088776665X
  • ISBN-13:  9780887766657
  • ISBN-13:  9780887766657
  • Publisher:  Tundra Books
  • Publisher:  Tundra Books
  • Pages:  176
  • Pages:  176
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • SKU:  088776665X-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  088776665X-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 106859272
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Chosen for inclusion in the reading list for the 2006 Manitoba Young Readers' Choice Award


Kaspar Snit is a villainous villain who is determined to steal all the fountains in the world. Why? Fountains are beautiful and give people pleasure, two things he can’t abide.

Can a family of four who love fountains rescue them from the hands of this dastardly scoundrel? Especially when that family is made up of the four most eccentric individuals you’d care to meet?

Eleven-year-old Eleanor, eight-year-old Solly, better known as Googoo Man, and their parents, who are, to say the least, odd, set out on a hilarious quest over mountains and across the seas to storm the fortress of Kaspar and retrieve the lost fountains.

Cary Fagan’s first novel for children is a fun fantasy that will keep young armchair travelers laughing right to the exciting end.Cary Fagan is an award-winning writer for both young readers and adults. In addition to several picture books published with Tundra, he also wrote the award-winning biography of Chan Hon Goh, Beyond the Dance: A Ballerina’s Life. He has won a Mr. Christie Silver Medal for Daughter of the Great Zandini, a City of Toronto Book Award for his first adult novel, and the Jewish Book Committee Prize for Fiction. Cary Fagan lives in Toronto.Chapter 1
THE UNDERPANTS PETITION

We were in the middle of dinner when I said, “Why ­can’t I learn to fly?”

My mother had been raising a forkful of lasagna to her mouth, but she stopped to give me the look. You know that look – the one that parents give when you’ve asked for something once too often.

I guess my father ­didn’t hear – he was always thinking l%
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