Our Little Green Friend
I went with Jaye to meet the strange little fellow she had found at the bottom of our garden yesterday. Sitting beside him, I wondered if he could speak.
He looked real to me.
‘I may be small, young lady, but I’m not deaf. I can hear your thoughts. They’re very noisy.’
I apologised, asking who he was.
‘You can call me Toby.’
I asked that he refrain from reading my thoughts, that I would rather speak with him.
He agreed. Immediately my thoughts burst back into action. He looked like Mr Mushroom Head. The longer I looked at him, I thought he could be Merlin in a new form. I swear to God he winked at that thought.
‘I need a favour, ladies. ‘
‘Anything,’ I said, believing him to be Merlin, come for a visit.
‘I need to stay a while until the covering…
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