A very silly book about a nice little man trying to plan a relaxing holiday,not helped by his rather mischievous(but good-natured)author. www.poonlop.com
When Little Mr Poonlop decided it was time he had a holiday it all seemed so simple …
But it wasn’t …
First we had to decide how many holidays he’d been on before ~ and that was before he started looking at the brochures and visiting travel agents, which only confused him. Eventually, in a rather odd way, he got somewhere. Where? That would be telling. See if you can guess from this excerpt …
--On the river bank Mr Poonlop could see many people walking along holding hands. A young man on a bridge showed Mr Poonlop a box of hands and asked him if he'd like to buy one to hold. Mr Poonlop said 'no, thank you.' He told me he thought that was a very sick joke, so I crossed it out.
Not very helpful, was it? You'll just have to read the book.
--Just then,Mr Poonlop heard a rumbling sound, getting louder and louder. Abdul pointed to a cloud of dust which was rushing towards them across the sand. “Camels!” he shouted. “Stampede!”
“Wait a minute,” said Mr Poonlop; “that doesn’t happen in the book.” “I know,” I said. “But they don’t.” You do now.