The Magic PuddingThe plain truth was that Bunyip and his Uncle lived in a small house in a tree, and there was no room for the whiskers. What was worse, the whiskers were red, and they blew about in the wind, and Uncle Wattleberry would insist on bringing them to the dinner table with him, where they got in the soup. |
References to this book
A Companion to Australian Literature Since 1900 Nicholas Birns,Rebecca McNeer No preview available - 2007 |
Australian Classics: 50 great writers and their celebrated works Jane Gleeson-White Limited preview - 2007 |