Posts Tagged ‘elephants’



October 13th, 2019 Posted 8:56 am

Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker (and we get to write “moniker”! – a word of uncertain derivation and a funny sound. Does anything rhyme with it?) Elephants came up in conversation recently, reminding me of To Fetch A Thief. Here’s how it begins:

“I smell trouble,” Bernie said.

Better stop right there.




April 7th, 2019 Posted 9:26 am

On Sundays we often do beginnings of a Peter Abrahams novel including those written under the Spencer Quinn byline. Here’s TO FETCH A THIEF, a Chet and Bernie novel in which Peanut the elephant plays a lumber-on role. (One of the great pleasures of that book tour was meeting the elephant keeper from a zoo who said, “You got Peanut right.”)

“I smell trouble,” Bernie said.

Better stop right there. Not that I doubt Bernie. The truth is I believe everything he says. And he has a nice big nose for a human. But what’s that saying? Not much.

It’s a fact that trouble has a smell – human trouble especially, sour and penetrating – but Bernie had never smelled trouble before, or if so he hadn’t mentioned it, and Bernie mentioned all kinds of things to me. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, Bernie’s last name being Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple.


Chetspeak on Sunday


March 23rd, 2014 Posted 7:53 am

Peanut sat down. Was she planning on a nice long pool session? I gazed at the hills, darkening in the late afternoon light. Did we have time for a nice long pool session? No. Why wasn’t Peanut getting that? I barked. She ignored me in that still and heavy way of hers, showing no reaction at all. How annoying was that? I waded into the pool, barged up to her and gave her a nudge on the side, not the least bit gentle. And what was this? She got right up, so fast that a wave sprang up, sweeping me out of the pool. I rose, gave myself a good shake, and started off toward the hills. Peanut followed along, no problem. I didn’t have to look back, just felt the earth trembling under my paws.

– from To Fetch A Thief.


Elephants (More)


November 7th, 2011 Posted 8:32 am

Admin: since the Tennessee Elephant Sanctuary came up last week, here’s a little bit from To Fetch A Thief:

I ran onto the loading dock. Still some light left and I could see Peanut clearly. She was on the ground, walking toward the perp’s old – what was the word? – jalopy. That was it. She walked over to the jalopy, lifted one of her huge round feet and stomped down, crushing the whole front end. Why? I had no idea, but I liked it, liked it a whole lot. Then Peanut raised her trunk high and blew a beautiful trumpeting sound up toward the darkening sky. I loved that trumpeting sound – as good as Roy Eldridge or better – and was hoping for more, when the baboon blew right by me with a whoosh of air, flew out into the night and disappeared from view, although not before I saw that he had the sombrero.

I jumped down onto the ground and went over to Peanut. This was the Peanut Case, meaning she was my responsibility. First I had to get her attention. That probably meant waiting until she’d finished crushing the jalopy’s back end. It didn’t take long.


The Books

powered by wordpress | site by bakermedia