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Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU: The Fabled Crest nice cup of tea. “That will clear my mind,” he said. After the kettle had boiled, he made the tea. Steam rose high into the air as he poured the hot water into the teapot. When he had mashed the tealeaves, he filled his mug with the wonderful drink, poured in some milk, grabbed a mince pie, and then left the kitchen, heading for the sitting room. Settling comfortably in his favourite armchair, taking a huge mouthful of the wonderful imbibe, then biting down hard into the mince pie, he tried to work out what had been happening. However, after finishing his tea and ‘pie, Wot still had no idea as to what it was all about. The best that he could come up with was that he must have slipped in the hallway, bumped his head and knocked himself out. While he had been unconscious, all the strange happenings regarding Nott and the Christmas card must have been one hell of a weird dream. “Yes, that must be it,” he said, trying to convince himself. Looking over to the clock, Wot saw that it after eleven and therefore time for bed. Feeling shaky from his ordeal, he decided to make himself a nice mug of cocoa, to bring upstairs to bed.

“This will

help me to sleep,” he said, climbing the stairs. “Yes, a good night’s rest will do me a power of good. I will be back to normal in the morning, so I will.” “It might sort you out, old friend, but it certainly won’t help me,” the mysterious voice boomed louder than ever. On hearing these words, Wot lost hold of his mug. Shooting high into the air, the mug, somersaulting twice, spewed its entire contents, like a wet brown

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Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU: Part One - The Fabled Crest  

We were not boy wizards, vampire’s assistants or even living skeletons, we were normal everyday people living normal everyday lives, with no...

Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU: Part One - The Fabled Crest  

We were not boy wizards, vampire’s assistants or even living skeletons, we were normal everyday people living normal everyday lives, with no...

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