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The Land of Noom

The Land of Noom

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Last published Tue, Jun 23, 2020

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Miraculous Ladybug

Tagsclassic classical classics fairytale gutenberg

Come on a high-flying adventure with Johnny and Janey as they travel from their own backyard to the mysterious enchanted kingdom they discover on the other side of the moon. When Johnny and Janey build their Flying Machine out of some old boards and wooden spools, the last thing they expect is for it to actually take off! But that's just what happens, and before they know it, they're soaring high above the clouds on their way to the Magical Land of Noom. Filled with such wonders as mushrooms that taste of ginger cake and flowing springs of lemonade, Noom seems like a paradise to the children. But the lemonade springs belong to the wicked magician Old jingles, who has kidnapped the beautiful Princess of Nite . Setting out to rescue the princess and return her to her throne, Johnny and Janey are aided by the many friends they find in Noom, including the kind and gentle Soft-Voiced Cow, the spirited Fun Boys, and the exuberant Mr. Tiptoe and his miraculous umbrella. But can this intrepid band defeat the wily Old Jingles and all his tricks? Johnny Gruelle -- who introduced the world to Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, everyone's favorite rag dolls -- is the creator of this stirring, heartwarming tale. Filled with gentle wisdom and delightful whimsy, it is a wonderful introduction to the boundless imagination and loving spirit of Johnny Gruelle.

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