I am hiding the book about the farting dog...

I don't see my brother in law often. He lives in PNG (Papua New Guinea). The commute's a bitch. He does though, occasionally send Twiglet a gift. They tend to be a little, well, eclectic (for want of a better description). One of the things he's sent is a delightful tale for children by the name of 'Walter the Farting Dog'. Truely, madly deeply do I hate this book. I'm 100% positive that that's why he bought it. Now I'm not averse to a wee bit of lavatorial humour in kids books, 'Pants' is a fine book and one of my favs. A recent addition to our pre-School library is 'Aliens love Underpants'.

Walter the Farting Dog is in a different league. An evil clown buys Walter from the Children's Father at a yard sale, attaches a gas catching contraption to the animals bottom to inflate ballons which he then pops in a bank, gassing customers and making off with the loot. A delightful morality tale I hear you cry.

Tonight, at bedtime, Twiglet insisted on reading this to her Dad and I. But, to give it an added twist, she decided to incorporate a Cinderella element to the story.
'So the Stepmother said, 'Where are you farting dog?''
'And Cinderella did all the chores and the stepsisters farted and the doggy farted and the stepsisters were jealous'
10 minutes of farting Cinderella I have endured.
'And the farting dog danced with the Prince and they lived happily ever after'

I'm hiding the book about the farting dog.