brighteyes

Miffy I wonder if sound, like smoke, rises. Sat up here on the studio roof, the sirens from the street seem to leap to meet my ears. A gull wheels around the chimney stack looking confused and lost. I saw a group of his brothers flap by earlier, and consider telling him, but keep quiet and let him do a few more circuits before lolloping off through the smog.

Dr. N. Quellar M.D. Well anyway, Tommy was brought in to see me because his mother said she was worried about him. Mentioned personality problems and fears for his mental health prompted by odd behaviour. I had an idea in my mind of the sort of young man I would encounter, but nothing prepared me for the boy's visit to my practice.