The Magic Pudding
Bunyip Bluegum is a tidy bear who leaves home because his uncle's whiskers keep falling into the soup. Equipped with nothing but a walking stick, he hits the road and soon teams up with Bill Barnacle, a weathered sailor, and Sam Sawnoff, a plucky penguin. Together they become the proud owners of Albert, a talking magic pudding who respawns no matter how many times they eat him and has the disposition of a grumpy uncle. But the Pudding Thieves are never far behind, desperate to steal the one dessert that never runs out. Norman Lindsay's 1918 masterpiece charges through songs, scraps, and silliness with infectious energy. It's a gloriously strange Australian adventure about found family, holding onto what matters, and defending a cantankerous dessert against all comers. Readers who love absurdity, loyalty, and stories that never take themselves too seriously will devour this.
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“Apologies are totally inadequate,' shouted Uncle Wattleberry. 'Nothing short of felling you to the earth with an umbrella could possibly atone for the outrage. You are a danger to the whisker-growing public. You have knocked my hat off, pulled my whiskers, and tried to remove my nose.””
— Norman Lindsay
“Don’t you know that nothin’ gives a man greater remorse than havin’ his face punched, his toes trod on, and eggs rubbed in his hair?””
— Norman Lindsay
“We’ll, if it ain’t enough to dumbfound a codfish.””
— Norman Lindsay
“Let your conduct be noble, and never sing the National Anthem to people wearing bell-toppers.””
— Norman Lindsay
“Rumpus Bumpus,””
— Norman Lindsay
