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Here’s the scenario.
A pack on ravenous wolves have chased you through the murky forest as far as the high oak. You dash up the oak and sit, panting, on a branch, while the wolves lie, panting, below. You are going to be there, twiddling your thumbs, for some time. Suddenly, an oak sprite appears, offering to dash to the British Library on your behalf and grab any children’s book you desire.
Which, all-time favourite, book do you ask for?