On little Ghost Knigi’s birthnight he got a book from his Aunt Abel. All she said when she handed it to him was, ‘I hope you enjoy reading this!’… ‘But something is wrong’, thought Knigi. The book was absolutely white – every page, from cover to cover…. The more he let his imagination run free, the more incredible the stories, colours and shapes were that spread out over every page. Now Knigi understood. He had learn how to read.
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