FOWC with Fandango “ shed “ “carry”
The shed stood at the bottom of the huge garden. On this sultry summer afternoon, not a soul stirred anywhere near it.
A plump (although handsome}, well-dressed young boy of about fifteen years came up to the shed and went inside. After about half an hour, a shabby old tramp with a hunch back came shuffling out. There was no sign of the handsome young man who had gone inside earlier.
At five o’ clock, four children, two boys and two girls, rode up to the shed on their bicycles. Bets , the youngest of them said to her brother Pip, “There is no sign of Fatty. He said he would be here at five.”
“That is a pity. These freshly baked muffins that Cook made us carry for tea are going to get cold,”replied Pip. “I vote we begin without him, and save him some food,” suggested Larry, the other boy. “There is enough food for everyone as Mother insisted we take a whole picnic, but I think we should wait for Fatty,” said Larry’s sister Daisy.
Soon the tramp shuffled past. “Hey, Mr. Tramp! Have you seen our friend, a fat old boy?” Pip stopped him. The tramp came up to them and straightened up. “Young Pip, I am not fat and I am not old; whatever you may think,” said the tramp, surprisingly in their friend Fatty’s voice.
“Oh it’s you Fatty! It really is you,” exclaimed Bets as she jumped up and down. “For a minute, we were all taken in, Fatty. You are such a master of disguise,” Daisy said.
This is not a real excerpt, but it captures the essence of what I remember about Enid Blyton’s series: The Five Find Outers. This was a series of mystey stories, usually burglaries that occurred in a small town in England.
A group of children, the Five Find Outers, at home for the holidays would solve the mystery. They were led by Frederick Algernon Trotteville called Fatty because of his initials F.A,T. and also because of his corpulence.
Fatty had costumes and disguises of professional standards in his shed at the bottom of the garden. An expert in disguise,he managed to do quite a bit of ‘finding out’. He and his friends met in the shed to discuss clues and always managed to solve any mystery before the local police.
It is probably these books that gave me my love for detective fiction which I carry to this day.
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