Jolly Roger And the Pirates of Abdul the Skinhead [antikvár]

PART I: Roger's LotYou didn't argue with Roger's mum. She may have been a titchy little thing but Roger's mum was a fearsome lady. Yes siree!Our story begins with Roger doing the shopping in the port that lay over the hill from his home. Roger, as usual, was feeling sorry for himself. It was work, work, work, morning till night and he was fed up.What was it his mum had said? Four pounds of vinegar and a bottle of carrots? No, that couldn't be right. Two yards of cheese and a quarter pound of elastic? "Oh, rats!" cursed Roger. "I've forgotten. Now she'll be mad at me again. I wish my dad was home. Life wouldn't be so bloomin' hard if he hadn't run off and left us."Roger slouched, muttering, along the quayside."Good mornin' Jolly Roger!" said a passing youth. "What are you looking so crab-apple grumpy about? Lost a doubloon and found a groat, eh? Ha, ha!"All the people in the village called Roger 'Jolly' Roger because he always looked so miserable. (No, Roger didn't think it was very funny either.)This is Roger's mum What a grump.What a miseryguts! \ What a sourpuss!