These are my new neighbours, Mr William Wagtail and his lovely wife. They are singers by profession but have decided to settle down and raise a family. I like to listen to them rehearsing while I brush my teeth.

I think some of us are very fragile people, pretending to be big and strong and some of us are very brave people, pretending to be small and helpless. Only I’m not sure which one I am.

In her garden she grows gloves for foxes and snow stars for the winter queen and spanish bluebells for faery sleighs in the neatest rows you’ve seen.
Beneath the Erlking’s bower, the golden dream fish play, she feeds them bread and gooseberries, sings to them every day. If wishes were fishes, if fishes were wishes, [...]