The Wrong Pong by Steven Butler
Brace yourselves! Giggles ahead!
Publisher: Puffin Books
A bit of a changeling story this one. Neville, a perpetual worrier, is one day yanked down the look by a troll, who thought it was his own little troll (a troll-et?) Pong. He’s taken down the drains all the way to Troll Land, where poor Neville has to work out how on Earth to get along with his new Mooma and Dooda. More importantly though, how on Earth will he stay on the good side of his new sister, the hulking, honking, foot-stomping Rubella? Take a look at her on the right here, would you want to mess with her?
I loved this story. It’s brilliant for a giggle, especially with all the troll’s salivating at the thought of Left Sock Stew (Want to know why it’s only Left Sock Stew? Apparently the left sock is savoured purely for the extra level of cheese any left sock will always have over any right socks. Now you know. You’re welcome.). Meanwhile, Neville’s parents carry on about their day, completely oblivious that little Pong has taken Neville’s place in the household. With their noses stuck in their newspapers, chores and jobs, they somehow entirely miss that Neville is not a little boy but instead is a rather rambunctious (always wanted to use that word) little Troll.