Good Morrow, Dear Reader! The Narrator here. Do you like stories? What about stories within stories? I do. I love them. In fact, I gobble them up like treacle tart on a rainy Tuesday, and sometimes I eat so many, they leak out of my ears, and tickle the ends of my whiskers. Oh yes ...

It is a regular Thursday mid-morning. Bagley awakens from a half-remembered dream and blinks a sleepy hello to his cream ceiling. He watches a spider scuttle across its large expanse in fits and starts. He wonders, as badgers often do. Soon, wondering becomes wandering, and Bagley finds himself downstairs, alphabetizing biscuits. Now, dear reader, most ...

Goodness. Where were we? Ah yes – Bless You! Bagley pauses for a moment, suspends his pen – then, with the air of someone who chooses ignorance over inconvenience, he picks up a fresh piece of thick writing paper and begins a new letter. Bagley did not hear the sneeze. That is to say, he ...

You open your eyes. Oh! You must have drifted off. You look around, slightly disoriented. The carriage rattles softly. Outside, there is only deep darkness. You are alone. Everyone else seems to have exited the train whilst you were asleep. You swipe a hand across your mouth and try to collect your thoughts. “Please Mind ...