Mr Mingin minged. He monged tae. And if it is guid Scots tae say he
mingit, then he mingit as weel. He wis the mingiest mingin minger that
ever lived. Mingin is the warst kin o smell. Mingin is warse than
honkin. Honkin is warse than bowfin. Bowfin is warse than a guff. And a
guff can be eneuch tae make yer neb runkle. It wisnae Mr Mingin's faut
that he wis mingin. He wis a gaberlunzie, efter aw. He didnae hae a hame
and sae he never had the chaunce tae hae a richt guid wash like ye and
me. Efter a while the mingin-ness jist got warse and warse.
Chloe is the loneliest girl in the world. But then she meets Mr Stink
(Mr Mingin), the local tramp. Yes, he smells a bit--but he's the only
person who's ever been nice to her. So when Mr Stink needs somewhere to
live, Chloe decides to hide him in the garden shed! But Chloe's about to
learn that some secrets have a way of leading to disaster. And speaking
of secrets, there just might be more to Mr Stink than meets the nose.