About the Book

Any idea of sleeping in for Maurice was shortly put to rest. The compulsion was too strong. The hour hand of the large clock hanging in the living room had not yet reached the four o’clock hour. Squeaky knew that his master would have preferred to have a few extra hours of shut eye, he would opt to arise from the comfort of his bed and answer the call. This was accomplished by Squeaky parking himself strategically in front of the bedroom door and uttered something akin to a squeak, or yip. Therefore, his name was complete…Squeaky Pearbottom!