His face glowing with excitement, Bertie burst into Lord Ulysses Plott’s rickety old wooden greenhouse, ‘Uncle, uncle, I’ve sold my first story!’ Ulysses looked up from potting on some seedling jacarandas, ‘What’s that? Excellent news, I knew you-‘ ‘It’s totally … Continue reading
It was the most beautiful late-February afternoon. The air was warm, the sky blue, the daffodil buds strained towards the sun so hard you could almost see them grow. Lord Plott heard the bee before he saw it, a low, … Continue reading
Bertie Inkgreen walked up the gravel driveway to the Plotts on a crisp January afternoon. Bertie was not serene. Bertie had a problem, and was visiting his aunt Philomena and uncle Ulysses (Col. Lord U, etc, retd.) to seek advice. … Continue reading