Nanna Wrinkles
Dad’s Christmas potato salad was made for thirty people.Nine came. It was forty degrees. Nobody wanted seconds.So the leftovers went to the back of the old garage fridge, behind the ham, in the cold and the dark. Then a summer storm cut the power for two days.When the lights came back on, the bowl was empty. The cling wrap had been torn open from the inside. And a pale, glistening trail led across the garage floor to the drain.Now leftovers are vanishing all over the street. Something is living in the stormwater pipes, and every night it grows bigger. Eleven-year-old Ollie Brennan knows exactly what it is. The trouble is, no grown-up will believe him. And with the New Year’s Eve street party only days away, a monster made of forgotten food is about to find the biggest buffet of its life.Some leftovers don’t want to be forgotten.'I’d finish your dinner first.' - Nanna Wrinkles