"The glass panel
has been there so
long no-one seems
to take much notice
of it".
Sherbet stared at the glowing glass panel captivated by the colours, his fur aglow and glistening. The figures framed in the strange writing seemed very strange, unlike anything he had ever seen.
The coconut mat below the panel glistened for a few more seconds as the sunlight slowly arced across the sky. In almost no time at all the mat was in shadow and the moment was gone.
“Why do you stare at that window?” asked Cinnamon
Sherbet didn’t answer
“Let’s play a trick on Biscuit!” Sherbet teased as he jumped down from the sofa.
Cinnamon liked to play tricks, especially on the bears in the Charity Shop.
