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Follow Me Follow You “This little piggy went to market, this little chicken stayed behind. Come on you lot, keep up, the festival will be over at this rate, and you know how much you’re going to miss it if we’re late.” “Is he always so loud, Cat?” “Always! And sometimes he’s even worse. I know it’s your first visit, Mongrel Dog, but grin and bear it is my motto, as once we arrive it’s easy to get yourself lost, if you know what I mean.” “Don’t forget to tell our new canine friend about the races, Cat. And the jumping.” “I won’t Nanny Goat, now be quiet and let me have a little peace.” “Be quick about it then for my horns feel extra heavy today and you know how much I hate travelling so far.”


After much thought I've created this logo which will be shown on all my work, that's if I can remember to copy it everywhere. LOL. Welcome to the world of my imagination and my chosen ART. 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫󠁁󠁵󠁴󠁨󠁯󠁲󠀠󠁒󠁥󠁡󠁤󠁥󠁲󠀠󠁔󠁯󠁧󠁥󠁴 We make a great team. I'd love to hear your views so please leave a comment or contact me at profnexus@yahoo.co.uk


Morning all. I enclose a video link about 'page stuffing' which I'd never heard of before. It would appear that certain unscrupulous people are adding extra books, stories, or take a long peek at my other work statement, at the end of their published books thus increasing the page count They're always priced at 99p/99c apparently as sales are not their aim. What they desire is a share of the Kindle money from readers which is based on the number of pages read. Thus, if a single book has many extra pages tagged on to the end, the author receives a bigger share from the pot. This is above my knowledge of the workings of Kindle, so I don't know whether this is true or not, but the lady in the v


THE TIN BATH Fluffy white paraded before vivid blue high above. Rays of gold sparkled in the clear water as it fell from the watering can. Daisy screamed with excitement as the waterfall washed over her body, leaving large goose bumps behind. She loved the thrill; just thinking about it made her squeal. Her father had filled the large watering can and simply hung it from the lowest branch of the oak tree. Filling the old bath with water had taken a bit longer, but Daisy didn’t mind, she liked the anticipation. Once her father had attached the smelly rope to the can, all she had to do was pull. “Daddy, this waters freezing.” “Don’t be such a wimp, I warmed it up.” “And there’s a gigantic hair

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