“My dear child,” he replied, “impossible is just a word invented by people who have never tried to un-boil an egg.”
You see, I have a monster under my bed. His name is Grumblegut. He has three eyes, seventeen teeth, and a breath that smells like old cheese and thunder. Every night at 11:17, he tries to grab my ankles. my dad is fantastic roald dahl pdf
But the very best thing—the most fantastic thing of all—is what he does with the monsters. “My dear child,” he replied, “impossible is just
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He leaned close. His breath smelled of licorice and secrets. “It un-boils eggs,” he said. “My dear child
Here is the story: By Roald Dahl (in spirit)