Despite all logic and good sense, the man stomping down the road from Glenridding was refusing to give Magpie his signet ring.
“Be off with you! Damned creature!”
Magpie cocked his head. “Geez, who stumped your wicket?”
The man slumped onto the verge.
“I can’t write. I’m just not inspired. I can’t make it happen.”
“That’s it? That’s your problem? Look around you – there’s barely a cloud in the sky, the daffodils are all dancing… life’s not so bad, eh?”
The man stared. Then got up, and ran back to Glenridding, pausing only to hang his ring on Magpie’s beak.