Eve White: Literary Agent

from MR GUM AND THE CHERRY TREE

‘Shh,’ said Polly. ‘Old Granny’s ‘bout to speak.’ The crowd went silent as Old Granny regarded the townsfolk with a mysterious gaze. Then she fell asleep. Then she woke up and regarded them with another mysterious gaze. Then she fell asleep again. ‘Told you she was drunk,’ whispered Jonathan Ripples. ‘LIES!’ cried Old Granny, her eyes flying open into her most mysterious gaze yet. ‘Now, here is my incredible news. The Old Ways have come back from before the days of Science! Ancient spirits have awoken! Strange wisps and fancies are amongst us! ‘Tis the truth, ‘tis the truth, ‘tis the truth I tell, now come with me and I will show you well!’ ‘Ooooh,’ went the little girl called Peter. ‘Aaaah,’ went Jonathan Ripples. ‘CHIRP!’ went Crazy Barry Fungus, who thought he was a chaffinch. ‘The Old Ways are back!’ cried the crowd – and they all set off after Old Granny, chanting for all they were worth. ‘What does you reckons, Frides?’ said Polly. ‘Shall we follow them?’ ‘I think we’d better,’ replied Friday, stroking his toes thoughtfully. ‘They all seem to have gone a bit mad, and that is what is called “Spring Fever”. Or as it is known in France, “Les Crazies de la Brains de la Boing-Boing.”’