Posts Tagged ‘Peanut’



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.


What’s In A Name?


September 23rd, 2015 Posted 8:47 am

Mrs. Publicist: Time for our regular feature which is supposed to appear on the 15th of the month, but now seems to show up any old time.

Spence: The end days must be near.

Mrs. P: What’ll it be this time?

Spence: How about Peanut, the circus elephant in TO FETCH A THIEF?

Mrs. P: Almost certainly the biggest character in the whole series. Bigger than Iko the gator in THE SOUND AND THE FURRY, would you say?

Spence: Definitely, by weight. As for Peanut’s name, it’s kind of a cliche, sort of circus humor. Sometimes I like to start with something that looks like a cliche and then reveal that it’s not.

Mrs. P: Peanut going from a cliche to a very much unique individual?

Spence: Exactly.

Mrs. P: Thanks, Spence. See you whenever for What’s In A Name.



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.


To Fetch A Thief: A Tiny Excerpt


September 25th, 2010 Posted 8:11 am

“How about Peanut?” Bernie said. “Does she have any enemies?”

“Is that a serious question?”

“Not really,” Bernie said. “But if she does, look out.”

“Why is that?”

“Because an elephant never forgets.”

Whoa right there. An elephant never forgets? Had I heard that before? Couldn’t quite recall. What was Bernie saying? Not that elephants are in some way better than – ? My mind dug in its heels, wouldn’t go any further in that direction.

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