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Over the years, Myrtle’s bedroom became so piled high with stuff her parents had got her that you could barely get in or out. She demanded more and more and more, and she got more and more and more.

Myrtle had at least one thing for every letter of the alphabet:

Ant farm. Home to a million and one ants.

Boomerang that doesn’t come back. Myrtle lost that on her first throw.

Cowbell, which the girl put round her mother’s neck so she could locate her easily.

Dog-grooming set. Even though she didn’t have a dog.

Elf.

Finger puppets of every king and queen of England from 1066 to the present day.

Gravel collection. It was the biggest in Europe.

Ham slicer. Even though she hated ham.

Ice skates made for an elephant. Four of them.

Jar containing one of scientist Albert Einstein’s burps.*

Knee warmers.

Lucky sausage. Actually it was unlucky.

Map of Belgium. A country she had no intention of ever visiting as it was, in her words, “too Belgiumy”.

Nelson’s Column made out of sultanas. Life-size.

Owl fudge. This is fudge made of melted-down owls. It is even more disgusting than it sounds.

Painting of some air. It wasn’t much to look at.

Quicksand. Children who came over for a playdate and ended up displeasing Myrtle met their doom in it.

Remote-controlled hedge (which could reach speeds of up to one mile an hour).

Stuffed flea. It was so small that it was impossible to see.

Turnip shampoo. It made your hair smell “as fresh as a turnip”.

Underpants for worms. Only come in size “small”.

Venom from a poisonous aubergine. Deadly.

Wombat juicer. Perfect for producing a cool, refreshing glass of wombat juice.

Xylophone case. Myrtle didn’t want an actual xylophone, just the case for one.

Yeti. It hasn’t been sighted in the Himalayan mountains for years because Myrtle kept it locked in her cupboard.

zebra dung. It was the only thing she could think of that began with a “z”.

One thing Myrtle didn’t have any of was books. Despite her parents being librarians, she DETESTED books and thought they were B-O-O-O-R-R-R-I-I-I-N-N-N-G-G-G!*

The girl had all this stuff, a universe of junk, but still she wanted something more. The funny thing was that she just didn’t know what.