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THE NOSE KNOWS!
Justin Credible was no ordinary boy; even his name should tell you that. From an early age, he had a very long nose and an incredible sense of smell. He could sniff out even the most subtle odours – however nice or disgusting. But Justin didn’t mind, because it made him the most popular boy in school.
Justin’s Year Four classmates often challenged him to a game of Sniff-a-Snack. They would blindfold him and hold their lunches under his nose for him to identify, just by smelling.
‘Bet you can’t guess what I’ve got today?’ Stella Mozzarella teased.
The faintest whiff activated the smell receptors deep in Justin’s nose. ‘You’ve got a cheesy-garlic pizza, with salami, mushrooms, and olives, sprinkled with anchovies and a pinch of oregano. Yum!’
Rolling her eyes, Stella shut her lunchbox, turned her back on him, and walked off.
‘What about mine?’ challenged big Barry Mundi.
‘Sardine and tomato sauce sandwiches,’ revealed Justin, giving a sniff of disapproval. ‘With a piece of apple cinnamon cake!’
‘Gosh, not together, I hope!’ quipped Marsha Mallow.
Barry shrugged his shoulders. ‘How does he do it?’
Before long, the whole school would form a line, providing Justin with an olfactory feast. His technique and wizardry dazzled everyone. The list of smells continued to roll off his lips. It was as easy as pie for him, (steak and tomato with a hint of basil) and he relished every moment. But it didn’t stop there.
In the playground, Justin was often called upon to use his amazing sniffer to get balls out of trees. His friends loved it when he’d lie on the ground and let them play quoits using his nose as a peg. And they all laughed out loud when Justin donned his mask and cape and pretended to be Zorro. With a thrust and a parry, and a swish and a swash, he’d poke his nose into the air and fence his own shadow.
Without a doubt, Justin had a remarkable nose. His main problem however was when he had a cold or an allergic reaction.
The teacher would shout, ‘Everyone take cover! He’s going to sneeze!’ And when he did, it was like a cyclonic blast. He’d blow the windows out of the classroom, give everyone punk hairstyles, and send the ceiling fans whirling!
All the same, his teachers doted on him. His friends adored him. And the class budgerigars loved to perch on his conveniently long nose.
Watching this display day after day, his teacher shook her head sadly. ‘What will become of a boy whose only talent is to recognise smells,’ she said to him. But she didn’t know how important his ability was to be.
ON THE NOSE
Justin Credible is a real live Pinocchio with a keen sense of smell. Trained as a super sleuth for the DNA (Department of Nasal Affairs), he is often called upon at the first sniff of trouble. With a nose for those hard to crack smelly cases, it's no surprise when Justin responds to an urgent call for help. Someone or something has dropped a stink bomb in the city of Aroma – and the stench is devastating! Gardens are wilting, birds are dropping out of the sky, and the residents are leaving in droves!
With sleuth-like determination, Justin follows his nose to solve the mystery of the phantom smell before it wipes Aroma off the map!
ABOUT THE BOOK: On the Nose is a fun and entertaining read that I'm sure would be enjoyed by young boys. This story is along the same lines as the Just books and Captain Underpants series: crazy, funny and really silly – everything a young boy loves in a book.
After notching another Sniff-a-Snack victory, Justin let his head rest on the back of the bench with a triumphant look spread across his face. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the time when it all started.
While most children collected stamps, coins, or cards, Justin collected smells. His bedroom was cluttered with jars in all shapes and sizes. Each jar contained a nice or nasty odour and he loved to open the top and take a whiff. He labelled the jars neatly, writing a description of each smell and where he found it.
Among the various smells, he collected were, perfumes, floral and potpourri, apple pie fresh from the oven, and foul odours like sour milk, boiled cabbage, musty beach towel – even a Border Collie’s stale breath.
His favourite smell was a very rare stinky beetle guaranteed to knock you out at fifty paces.
Sometimes, he’d transform his bedroom into a laboratory for his scientific experiments. Test tubes containing strange mixtures bubbled and frothed, filling the air with all kinds of smells. Through his foggy moon glasses, Justin tested to see which smells were stronger, which faded away, and which made you cry. He even created new ones, bringing chaos to the house.
There was the time he mixed the stink of his sweaty old runners with the stench of rotten eggs. (Ugh! How disgusting!) No wonder his canary fainted!
Or the time he blamed the dog after mixing cucumber and pungent gherkin smells. (Boy! Was he in a pickle!)
Or even worse, when he added the foul odour of gorgonzola cheese with fish that had been sitting in the sun for way too long. (Long time no sea!)
‘Keep a lid on those jars!’ warned his mum, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
As far as Justin was concerned, it was all in the name of science. Hands on, eyes on, nose on, science! And if it weren’t for his experiments, he would never have developed a higher resistance to noxious smells, or invented his new device, known as the scent-o-meter, for measuring the smelliness of gases.
The scent-o-meter was a special gadget that he had made from an old pocket watch. Justin had painstakingly replaced the winder with a super sensitive smell sensor.
He then converted the minute hand to a pointer to measure odours on a scale of one to twelve.
His ambition was to smell the smelliest smell he could ever smell, in the hope of registering a twelve. But until then, he would proudly wear his scent-o-meter on a chain around his neck, and never leave home without it.
Nice smells or nasty smells, Justin was irresistibly attracted to all of them. He was a living, breathing authority on the subject, and could successfully sniff out almost any odour, scent or aroma – farther than he could see!
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