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May 1, 2010

The Tale of Big Drool

Filed under: Smories Picture Book Story — Joanne @ 10:18 am

Bumpus, the original "Big Drool"


(This picture book manuscript was featured on the inaugural edition of www.smories.com.  To listen to an adorable little Brit read the story: click on the smories link, scroll down  until you see Search by Keyword on the left side of your screen, enter The Tale of Big Drool in the box, click on Search, and then click on the boy’s faceAs you read the story below, try to visualize each line of print on its own page with an accompanying illustration.)

     My dog, Big Drool, is so big, he weighs more than my best friend Gracie and me together.  There’s a lot of him to love.

     Everyone in my family has chores.  I’m the lucky one.  I get to walk Big Drool.  (Illustration: Dog pulling girl – girl flying through air at end of leash) 

     Big Drool is such a good dog.  Her never barks – he howls.  Howling is like doggie singing without the music.

     Big Drool howls after he gobbles up spilled meatballs.  He howls when he protects me from the squirrel in our walnut tree.  He really howls when our neighbor’s TV is too loud.

     The more Big Drool howls, the more he drools.  His baggy jowls are like buckets full of slobber.

     Thick drool dangles from his lips like slimy rubber bands.  The goo grabs onto everything it touches and never lets go.  I don’t care.  I love Big Drool.  But Gracie freaks out when she’s close to drool.  So she doesn’t like to play at my house.

     One mornning, Big Drool sneaked out of the house when I left for school.  “Go home,” I told him.  Big Drool didn’t listen.  He followed me to the bus stop.

     Big Drool parked his bottom on the sidewalk.  His front paws blocked the water burbling along in the gutter.

     A muddy puddle grew, and grew, then spilled into the street.  Big Drool bent down for a drink.

     Gracie skipped up to the bus stop.  “Hi, Anna,” she said.  Then she frowned at Big Drool.  “How come he’s here?”

     Big Drool popped his head up from the gutter like a yo-yo on a short string,  ARRR-ROOO, he howled, wagging his tail.  The goof ball said hello to Gracie with a big, wet, doggie kiss.  Drool rolled down her cheek.  A glob swung from my best friend’s ear.

     “Ew,” Gracie said.  “Anna, why’d you have to get a dog that drools so much?”  “He’s cute,” I said, scratching Big Drool’s ears.

     ARRR-ROOO.  Big Drool closed his eyes and smiled.  The more he howled, the more he drooled.

     Slobber gushed into the muddy street.  “Cute?” Gracie asked.  “I don’t think so.”

     Jack, Josh, and Joey skidded around the corner on their bikes.  “Watch this,” Jack yelled to his pals.

     Jack steered his knobby black wheels into the over-flowing gutter in front of us.  Josh and Joey pedaled straight for Lake Drool.

     Bicycle tires disappeared in mud and slobber.  Jack toppled over into the gutter muck.  His buddies jumped off their bikes and sank knee deep in drool.

     “This is all your fault,” the creeps shouted at Gracie and me.  “We’ll get you for this.”  But they couldn’t move.  They were stuck tight in drool.

     Big Drool howled.  ARRR-ROOO.  He growled.  GRRR.  He howled and growled.  ARRR-ROOO, GRRR.  Nobody yells at me when Big Drool’s around.

     The more Big Drool howled, the more he drooled.  Waves of sticky slime swept the boys and their bikes down the street.

     Care honked.  Drivers put down their windows and hollered.  The bully boys cried like big babies.

     ARRR-ROOO?  Big Drool’s gigantic body shuddered so much the sidewalk shook.  ARRR-ROOO-ROOO-ROOO howled the world’s biggest scaredy cat.  The more Big Drool howled, the more he drooled.

     Drool exploded into the street.  A river of dog spit splashed over parked cars shoving them into people’s front yards.  Foamy slobber sprayed so high in the air, birds fell out of the sky.

     The school bus squealed around the corner and stopped behind us.

     Boys and girls crowded to the front of the bus.  Noses pressed against the windshield.  Fingers pointed.  Heads hung out of windows.

     Whoosh.  Ollie, the bus driver, opened the bus doors.  “What happened here?” he asked.

     “Big Drool did it,” Gracie said. 

     Ollie looked at Big Drool.  Then he studied the street.  “No school today,” he said.  “Bus can’t make it through that mess.  Everyone out.”

     Children piled off the bus.  “Good doggy,” Noland said, tossing Big Drool a cookie.  “Wish my dog was this big,” Emma said, giving Big Drool a hug.  “Can I pet him?” Taylor asked.

     Big Drool squeezed close to Gracie.  He sat on her foot, closed his eyes and smiled.  ARRR-ROOO.  The more Big Drool howled, the more he drooled.  But nobody cared.  Not even my best friend.

     “Want to come play at my house?” I asked Gracie.  “Sure,” she said.  “Can we take Big Drool for a walk?”

     (Final illustration: Dog pulling both girls – girls flying through air at end of leash)



  1. You should be ecstatic! What a great boost right before moving day. I wish you all the best tomorrow. Been there, done that, about 20 times. Don’t want to do it again!

    Bee 🙂

    Comment by Bee Hylinski — May 2, 2010 @ 9:59 am | Reply

  2. Hi Joanne,
    Loved the Tale of Big Drool, but couldn’t figure out how to vote for it. Maybe it’s just the number of veiwings? Anyway, thanks for taking the time, with everything you have going on. I love your writing and will enjoy keeping in touch through your very spiffy web site!
    p.s. good luck with moving day. I am really going to miss seeing you and Ken walking Shadow every day.

    Comment by Donna — May 2, 2010 @ 2:43 pm | Reply

  3. Hi Joanne,
    I just saw the reading of The Tale of Big Drool on Smories. Congratulations on making the cut. Your story will make a fantastic picture book. I wish you the best.

    Comment by Chris Pedersen — May 4, 2010 @ 2:47 pm | Reply

  4. Tale of Big Drool charmed my sox off! What a delightful story.
    Jean G

    Comment by Jean G — June 11, 2010 @ 5:24 pm | Reply

  5. Hi Joanne,
    How exciting for you! I loved hearing a young British accent again and your story was wonderful. I’m sorry I didn’t know about it last May when my visit to the site would have helped you!

    Comment by Jean Hall — February 1, 2011 @ 10:55 am | Reply

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