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Beware of the Dog by Roald Dahl



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Sun Sep 16, 2007 10:40 pm
aeroman says...



Another great story, gotta love em.

This one is about an RAF (royal air force) pilot during WWII. He is shot in the leg during a dogfight and begins to fly back to his airbase. But he ends up not being able to make it and abandons his plane in midair. He wakes up in a hospital, but something is not quite right about what the nurse is telling him.

Really just a fantastic story. Roald Dahl is one of my favorite authors and I'm sure anyone would enjoy this. Here's the link - http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/botd.html
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Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:56 pm
Azila says...



Coolio! I love Roald Dahl too... his "Esiotrot" was the first real book I ever read! Anyway, I'll try to read that sometime I've got time (not now, unfortunately) Thanks for posting!

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Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:06 pm
Esmé says...



I have to say that Roald Dahl never really managed to draw me in. The only book of his that I have ever read was "The BFG", and that was in sixth grade, I think, out of lack of anything else. I know a lot of people who are outraged at this, really, but I just don't like the author and his style. I did try, recently, reading something else of his, but just couldn't make it through the first chapters, and then I yielded.

Sorry about the rant ;),

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Sat Oct 13, 2007 7:57 pm
EnchantressMuffin says...



I never read this, but I now want to, because I really like Roald Dahl. I read Matilda and The Witches first, and I loved them; they were awesomely funny. Great stuff.

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