In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.

I wrote about a bird that cleaned a crocodile's teeth. The story was so good that my teacher could not believe that a ten-year-old could write that well. I was even punished because my teacher thought I'd lied about writing it! I had always loved to write, but it was then that I realized that I had a talent for it.

Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you'll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it's two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.

Tell the Queen that there's been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders. Now, I'm to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg... 'I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, that's not right. I must tellt he robin taht Cludd has been hanging the Queen.

Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently.

Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!

Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I'd say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.