“To my dear nephew Wantmore love from Auntie Miniver, Christmastime at Kemmelberry”.
Category: Wantmore
The Mirth Curator
There were always more things. Some here and some there, with other things just around the corner. ..Too much of too much is too much and too much of a thing is too much stuff.
Ring! Hi Mum it’s me!
Beside the tree a solitary Christmas penguin. To the other side a dish carrying ceramic bear…
Olden Mouse Folk
Cheesetwist was used to Munchabit and his ways. Always prepared she carried encouragements and promises of what might be found on the other side. It steadied Munchabit who needed much steadiness.
The Taste of Salt
As Clarence entered Wantmore scampered towards a familiar den. The time was upon the season, a chance to grow fatter amongst the bits of dark Christmas cakes and assorted treats that fell to the floor. Wantmore’s time would be soon, perhaps a drop or two of sweet drink beside the bits of cake?
Wantmore
At Christmas each year, the non-mice family returned to the low gables of the attic in search of tree and ornaments. It was a noisy time. Wantmore watched and waited…soon there would be green, red and blue glowing crystal lights – crumbs of cakes and cheeses, sugary things and goodness to chew.