michael blumenstock

Long, long ago in a nearby tree hut, there lived a small yet clearly deranged individual that was unknown to even the tiniest of microphonic singularities. Its voice was loud and boisterous, yet confusing and annoying in tone. To the rescue came the Strange and Curious Bodelwink! Why, in a flash, it appeared and danced and pranced, and dealt and felt all the cloudy songs of the fortnight and then some. Grab this book unto your ears and hands, and giggle and snort until the tea kettles bubbles!