"Why I had an aunt who called herself P. Curlew, nicest aunt anyone could have asked for. She was always giving us fresh berries: berry-this, berry-this. I get hungry every time I think of her."
P. Martin watched his new teacher talk, as she drifted on about Aunt P. Berry Curlew. "We never asked her what that P. stood for, and she never told us." She rolled her tongue at the front of her mouth. Mrs. Whimbrel bent closer to P. Martin. "She liked keeping secrets." Her voice almost whistled, then trailed off. "Strange duck," he thought. www.rspb.org.uk
Welcome to MarMooWorks Story Line, where I encourage you to become a Muse of MarMooWorks. Each week, I will begin a story, using one sentence, and I invite you, the readers, to add to the story. Be on the lookout for fun and unusual words, images, and literary devices. Be sure to keep in mind that once a character has been introduced, he/she/it remains in the story and has a purpose.
