The Story of the Little Mole Who Knew it Was None of His Business Book

Sitting next to a seven year old boy at dinner the other day, the conversation, as it so often does in these circumstances, turned to the interesting subject of poo. Jenkyn proudly informed me that he had received a copy of Plop Trumps for Christmas. I was treated to a precis of the rules.

"You might like The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunnit," I guessed. We were both delighted when it turned out that Jenkyn had in fact already read it.

"You got it for me from the English library," he told his mother.

"Did I?" she said uncertainly. "Honestly, I just can't keep up. I bring back a load of books, and an hour later he says he's finished them all."

It is a pleasure to meet the new generation of book nerds. Relax, everyone: the future is safe.