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Hugo was not happy. The street was grey and cold and full of puddles.
Heâ€™d been sent out that miserable afternoon for more tea bags after his mumâ€™s friends had drunk and chattered their way through what they had at home.
Poundland Looking up he saw the biggest, brightest shop sign he had ever seen. â€˜P-O-U-N-D-L-A-N-Dâ€™ Hugo said out loud, sounding the letters out.
Pushing open the enormous glass doors, a maze of aisles snaked in front of him.
Row upon row of colourful pots and sweets and brushes and jars and shampoo and cutlery and socks towered before him. There were things for outside, things for inside, toys and games and batteries and balloons. Things you could eat, things to make you smell nice, things to make your hair shiny, frames for pictures, treats for cats and dogs. Hugo had never seen so many things all in one shop!
Dreamily he picked things up feeling how soft, or cold, or bendy, or hard they were. Standing before stacks of buckets and mops, a flash caught Hugoâ€™s eye. Blinking, he peered into the darkness...
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DOWN! The air rushing past h im...
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‘P-O-U-N-D-L-A-N-D’ he said, as a magical world spread out in front of him...
Curious, Hugo got to his feet and star ted down the path that curled out like a ribbon before him.
smell t e e w s ly k e a sic ic t o n o t n a n he beg o d e lk a w As he
! H C N U R C CR UNC H !
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! H C N U R C S Q U E LC H !
SQUELC e path wasnâ€™t a path th at th d se ali re on so go Hu wn do g lookin
it was made entirely of biscuits...and jam!
As he walked on a wind-up bird whooshed and whirred its way above toilet brush trees...
â€˜What is this place?â€™ thought Hugo as he hurried on in amazement. The more he looked, the more weird and wonderful everything seemed.
Paper-napkin boats sailed merrily downstream, dipping his hand into the river, â€˜CHERRY COLA!â€™ he cried, scooping fizzy pink handfuls into his mouth. Worn out from all the excitement, Hugo saw a nearby marshmallow mushroom and sat down.
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Suddenly Hugo felt the mushroom move, slowly at first, then faster, and faster!
Peering underneath the mushroom, Hugo found a gnome huffing and puffing, to-ing and fro-ing, pulling in a net full of chocolate fish. “Hello, I’m Hugo’ he said in a very quiet voice.
very nice to meet you! my name is Parker, so very nice to meet you!
would you like a fish? what brings you to these parts? it’s VERY nice to meet you! would you like a
what is this place?
this is Poundland
anything and everything can happen here. and
you can find anything you want! anything and everything! would you like a
Hugo felt a grumble in his stomach and realised how hungry he was. The more he thought about it the more he realised he wasn’t hungry at all... he was homesick! ‘OH NO!’ Hugo cried, ‘the tea bags!’
TEA BAGS you say? you need
what do you mean ‘what do they eat?’
just remind me again...
what do tea bags eat?
but my Mum needs tea bags for her friends at home!
oH no! I don’t know you mean! whatwhat do you mean are you‘what sure they don’t eat do they eat?’ anything?
what is this you call HOME? do they have cotton-wool castles and felt tip ferris wheels?
we know what they
then we can find them
but they don’t EAT anything!
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! I only came out to get tea bags and now, I just want to go HOME!
I’VE NEVER HEARD OF THIS LAND CALLED
Amongst the shouting, a flash caught Hugo’s eye..
Suddenly Hugo felt a whooshing and a rush of air pushing him off the ground...
UP! UP! UP!
UP! UP! above the cherry coke river
UP! above the toilet brush trees
Hugo landed with a thud back onto the cold wet pavement. Rubbing his eyes, he looked round to see his Mum hurrying towards him...
â€œWhere on earth have you been?!â€? she asked.