Three Monkeys

carried back into the library by K’vorim. As he regained consciousness however, he began to wish he had been killed after all. He found that he was unable to move, probably from shock or perhaps he was in traction, recovering in Towndale's pokey hospital.

Perhaps he would be looked after by a pretty young nurse, ensuring his recovery was not as speedy as it perhaps could have been.

"Hello?" he called, in a slightly croaky voice, "I'm a little thirsty here! Could I perhaps have a cup of tea or something?"

No one replied. It was obvious that there was somebody in the room, a pianist playing softly in the background could barely be heard above the sound of a number of people milling around and chatting to one another. At first, he thought that the room was in total darkness before a grim reality suddenly gripped him – he was blindfolded, and someone was currently untying the blindfold.

Immediately he was relieved of the material, a dazzling light seemed to burn the back of his eyes and he blinked madly at the brightness. After a moment or two he began to focus on his surroundings.

"No!!" he screamed. **** Baron Von Bookshelf deftly adjusted the dimple in his bow tie through the wing mirror of his amazing electric wheelchair, flashed a rakish grin and let out an evil cackle of award-winning proportions for good measure, before taking the lift up to the top floor. The working day was over, now it was playtime. Kieran, who had been particularly free with his feather duster 57