The Burgermaster’s Keep in the city of Poms Fritz is an awkward place to climb into, even with two legs. For someone with one leg, it’s likely to be somewhat more difficult. If, however, you’re a Scarecrow like me with only a single shovel-handle as a leg, then it’s well-nigh impossible.  “Careful, young Cedric!” Uncle […]

The dining car was silent as Detective Inspector Mary Christmas of the Polar Police entered. She glanced at the assembled passengers, swallowing nervously as she paced through the broad aisle. I’m pretty sure I know who it is. But I need to keep them busy until the search is done…