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Magic-Martha, from Dynamo-Dad x x x J.B. First published in 2015 by Nosy Crow Ltd, The Crow’s Nest, 10a Lant Street, London SE1 1QR www.nosycrow.com ISBN 978 0 85763 168 8 (HB) ISBN 978 0 85763 169 5 (PB) Nosy Crow and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Nosy Crow Ltd. Text copyright © Timothy Knapman 2015 Illustrations copyright © Joe Berger 2015 The right of Timothy Knapman to be identified as the author of this work and of Joe Berger to be identified as the illustrator of this work has been asserted. All rights reserved.
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Dads
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quite ordinary,
but mine’s not, and I’m glad, because,
you see, he’s secretly a . . .
You can hear his Super
Snoring
from a thousand miles away . . .
. . . so I jump up on his tummy shouting,
“Come on, Dad! It’s day!”