About: UnBooks:Mr. Bob and Miss Twinkle

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In the land of Glove, there is a forest. Mr. Bob lives in the forest in a house shaped like a gigantic camel. He sleeps in the camel’s head. Mr. Bob is really short with pointy little ears and a big wide grin. His favourite colour is green, so he wears green clothes, like the bushes around him. One day, Mr. Bob was out walking in the Big Sock Forest. The trees had long vines that looked like shoelaces and the leaves were like socks. He knocked the little brass knocker. He heard pots crashing inside and then footsteps coming towards the door. It opened.

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rdfs:label	UnBooks:Mr. Bob and Miss Twinkle
rdfs:comment	In the land of Glove, there is a forest. Mr. Bob lives in the forest in a house shaped like a gigantic camel. He sleeps in the camel’s head. Mr. Bob is really short with pointy little ears and a big wide grin. His favourite colour is green, so he wears green clothes, like the bushes around him. One day, Mr. Bob was out walking in the Big Sock Forest. The trees had long vines that looked like shoelaces and the leaves were like socks. He knocked the little brass knocker. He heard pots crashing inside and then footsteps coming towards the door. It opened.
dcterms:subject	Children Fairy tales
abstract	In the land of Glove, there is a forest. Mr. Bob lives in the forest in a house shaped like a gigantic camel. He sleeps in the camel’s head. Mr. Bob is really short with pointy little ears and a big wide grin. His favourite colour is green, so he wears green clothes, like the bushes around him. One day, Mr. Bob was out walking in the Big Sock Forest. The trees had long vines that looked like shoelaces and the leaves were like socks. Mr. Bob stopped suddenly when he saw another house. “But there aren’t any other houses in the Big Sock Forest,” he thought to himself. Sometimes Mr. Bob visited the local village to collect his groceries from the general store. Sometimes Mr. Bob’s friend, Mr. Kilcoy, came to visit him. But they were the only one’s that ever set foot in the Big Sock Forest. See, in winter when it became cold in the land of Glove, the socks would fall from the trees. There was a myth that the socks became smelly and they poisoned anyone who went near them but Mr. Bob scoffed at this rumour. “It isn’t at all true,” Mr. Bob would say. “Of course it isn’t,” Mr. Kilcoy would agree. In fact, when the socks fell, they produced an extremely nice fragrance. Mr. Bob loved the fragrance. He kept some wonderful pink, frilly socks in his chest of drawers in the camel’s head. Mr. Bob was curious. He crept forward towards the house. The house was quite normal. It didn’t look like a camel, or a horse or donkey for that matter. There wasn’t anything remotely crazy or strange about it at all. Then, Mr. Bob saw a shadow at the curtains. It peeked through them and then went away. Mr. Bob wondered if the figure had seen him. Surely it hadn’t. He was hiding behind a bush. A green bush, so he was camouflaged. He decided that he would approach the house quite normally, as if he was just a passer-by coming to visit. So he stood up and walked along the garden path, through a vegetable patch and to the little front door. He knocked the little brass knocker. He heard pots crashing inside and then footsteps coming towards the door. It opened.

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