Matt was bored. Bored out of his gourd. It was a horrible day. A horrible, wet day. A horrible, wet, cold day. He felt like a prisoner, locked up for a crime he did not commit. Desperate for something to do, he rooted through his closet...
This book is also available in French: Le Pays des Tromignons.
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