Now Harry was a honu and he didn’t run around with the fastest crowd, but he was smart enough to know something was fishy—well, not really fishy—but strange, about a seasick eel.
Mum and Dad hated baby's favourite toy. They hated it so much. Whenever they made each other cups of hot tea and sat close together at the kitchen table, all they talked about was how much they hated baby's favourite toy. ‘It's so loud!’ Dad said. ‘That song it plays!’ said Mum. ‘Over and over… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Mushephant by Nigel Quinlan