This day in Normalsville started like any other day - that is until Norman started looking for his missing red sock. What follows is a socking revelation, a sock rebellion, an official sock report, the formation of the sock exchange, the selling of socks one to a set, and political intervention at the highest level. Where do those missing socks go? Why is it that socks come two to a pair but when you want to wear them you can only ever find one?
Mr Grumpy-neighbour Normal lived next to the Normal family: Mr Normal, Mrs Normal, Norman, Norma, Sniff, Snuggles and a yard-full of chickens that didn’t have names. They lived at 5 Normal Street, Normalsville. He grew the best (and yellowist) sunflowers in all of Normalsville. But one day the unthinkable happened... a horridible act of heinous consequences that threatened the meaning of normal in Normalsville. This is delightful tale that shows how a little kindness goes a long way, and being grumpy doesn’t.
Mr. Mole was having a nice little afternoon snoozy-woozy in his cozy mole hill until Mr. Mountain goat happened long with his big clodhopper thumpidy thump thump thump feet. Their chance meeting develops into an encounter of Guinness Book of Records proportions. Mountain! Molehill! Mountain! Molehill! Mountain! Molehill! Is it a mountain or a molehill? It’s a question without an easy answer.
Norman Normal was a normal eight-year old. He lived in a normal house in Normal Street, with his normal family. But things were never really very normal in Normalsville. Everyone in Norman’s family was musical, except Norman. But all that changed the day he got the itch, twitch, tingle and jingle and made farty armpit music. Norman buuurted his way to the top of the charts. He became Normalsville’s greatest musician but his greatest moment came when he was to perform at the Royal Variety Gala.