This one’s for me brother, his name is Dan And he looks like a marshy to the native man!
Mr Gum and the Biscuit Billionaire First published 2007 by Egmont UK Limited This edition published 2019 by Egmont UK Limited, The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road London W11 4AN
Text copyright © 2007 Andy Stanton
Illustration copyright © 2007 David Tazzyman
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First e-book edition 2019
ISBN 978 1 4052 9370 9
eISBN 978 1 4052 5928 6
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MR GUM and the Cherry Tree
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Contents
3 Alan Taylor Shows Off Like Nobody’s Fat Business
On Boaster’s Hill
It all started late one afternoon in the peaceful little town of Lamonic Bibber. Summer was almost at an end and the day stretched out long and lazy like a huge glossy panther made of time. The birds chirped in the trees, the rabbits chirped in their burrows, and a fox walked along the railway tracks whistling ‘Greensleeves’ and thinking fondly of a vixen he had once loved.
Up on Boaster’s Hill a little girl sat reading a book called ‘Cobbler Wins The Prizes’. Now this little girl’s name was Polly and she was the sort of girl you could be friends with. She was brilliant at running and jumping and scabbing up her knees and she didn’t have no time for nonsense, OK? She was brave and honest and true and when she laughed the sunlight went splashing off her pretty teeth like diamonds in search of adventure.
But where were the laughter and diamondy teeth now? Nowhere, because Polly was bored.
“Cobbler Wins The Prizes’
