"Old Lady Nabbit had a bad habit,She'd pull out your hair, Stick pins in your chair, And feed you the tail of a rabbit."
It was Christmas time in the country... And the little boy Archie, with no family to speak of, is going to spend the holiday at the Nabbit Mansion... But there is something peculiar going on, and Archie, Uncle Woodstack and Miss Geneva are determined to play detective and discover who is behind all the pranks that go on in the old Nabbit Mansion... In the meantime, this could very well be the worst holiday Archie has ever known.
Before I was even old enough to fully understand how the ABC's could be strung together in various combinations to create words and sentences and paragraphs and pages, I sat myself down on a tiny stool at my mother's knee and told her a story. She wrote down my words in a blank book. That very short, childish tale sparked in me a love for letters. I came to appreciate the art of creating with words; giving life and meaning to letters. I continued to add to that blank book, little stories, little tales, fragments of new worlds, new peoples, new histories and futures.
Everyone loves a good story.