As the boy focused, the cloud became...

...his cynical half brother, Dave - whose face was like a dead buffalo and whose oversized body was like a tyrannosaurus.

"Ugh," muttered the boy. "I'm so sick of seeing that dog-ugly brother of mine, with his face like a dead buffalo and oversized body like a tyrannosaurus." The boy's shoulders slumped slightly.

Dave and his travelling buddy, the cloud of dust, halted in front of the boy. "Wow, you're looking good," said Dave cynically.

"Who's your friend?"

Dave looked at his cloud of dust and said coyly, "This is Ernest. We're getting married in the Spring. Mum and Dad sent me to get you. They say to stop playing with your silly little trolley bag and come home."

The boy sighed. He tugged on his trolley bag, held hands with Dave and Ernest, and they all skipped home to...

The Very First

It was a bright and stormy afternoon. Because you never see that often in stories. A boy was walking along a dusty track, carrying his belongings in one of those silly little trolley bags that schoolgirls use.

"Boy, it sure is bright and stormy," said the boy. Further up the track, something was kicking up a big cloud of dust. As the boy focused, the cloud became...