This story for children or those still a child at heart is ‘in review’ at Kindle Direct. I hope to be able to offer it free sometime this coming week.
“I’m not that old. Not measured by the overall age of this world I’m not! I just look old because I’ve had a hard life. Who are you?”
There was a flimsy, tiny shroud of mist sitting on top of dad’s head, with a bearded face poking from beneath who had a finger pointed at him, asking the questions.
“Come on man, answer me! Cat got your tongue has it?”
“I’m Teddy and Tilly’s dad. You met them along with my wife Mary five years ago and changed the weather for us. I must thank you for all your help, it was truly a miracle. My name’s Peter by the way! We have another favour to ask, but first would you like a cup of tea and something to eat? We would be delighted if you could come to our house. The youngsters would be so happy to see you again.”
“Pleased to meet you, dad,” the old man stretched down his right hand which Peter took, shaking it with enthusiasm.
“Thank you for your most kind offer, but I must refuse. I’ve come all the way from Russia to get here flying over Scotland this morning where the birds fed me well. I had all manner of things on the journey brought to me including haggis. Never tried it before. It was, how should I say; different. A little chewy! As far as the cup of tea goes, then I have plenty of my own. By making it all day long, I think I have the hang of it now. Why don’t you go down to the farm, fetch mum, Teddy and Tilly, whilst I lower a ladder making it big enough to carry your weight, then we can discuss what it is you all want? The kettle is boiling inside Nebula as we speak. Five cups will be poured by the time you get back. Sugar?” he asked, as dad disappeared down the hill towards his cheering family nodding his head in reply.
“Three spoonfuls, please. No, wait, I’ll have an extra one to celebrate!”