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And his nose, ears, eyes and mouth were dotted around on his head in pretty much the right places.

‘What else is there?’ I mumbled, scratching my head with my fingers, which were on the end of my hand, which was on the end of my arm.

And that’s when it hit me. Bunky was holding a BOOK.