Wildfire |Chapter 1|

| Prologue | “Ma’am, the Groundrels are coming.” Said a stiff, grey mouse in shiny silver armor. “Prepare.. The Troops.” Said a gentle voice. “But we never use them!” He wheezed. “I know, General Wislley, but just this once, we have to.” Wislley growled, mumbling to himself, “The Troops.. Who knows what’s next!” He doubtfullyDisplay


The Bowerbird Blues

Our protagonists find themselves in a town full of grief and sorrow. The moment that they set foot in the town, a policeman confiscates all of their blue belongings. In order to get to the bottom of the mystery, the shape-shifting member of their group, Skink, changes into a bowerbird and follows a fellow bowerbirdDisplay


THE MISSING PICNIC FOOD

Once upon a time there was a forest fire in a big, big forest. All the little animals that lived there ran as fast as they could to get away from the hot flames. Squirrels, raccoons, foxes, snakes, turtles, rabbits, mice and many other animals had to find new homes. Some of them went toDisplay


Voice in a Bottle

VOICE IN A BOTTLE The sun was warm on Ryan’s neck, as he lay upon the grass on grandpa’s property. He stared across Northumberland Strait along New Brunswick’s shore, the water smooth as an NHL rink. Cape Islander boats were dropping lobster traps, also called ‘pots.’ Ryan was fascinated the first time he saw aDisplay


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