How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
The plan was simple. The robotic rat (whom Meg and Peg had named Ogee) was to introduce itching powder into Mrs. Love’s linens.
On their uncle’s directive Meg and Peg went forth under and angry sky.
Mr. Love had brought his nieces a solid-gold robotic rat made in ancient Mesopotamia. It did everything from hedge-trimming to Sudoku.
When Mr. Love arrived, Meg and Peg were transplanting the brain of a mouse into one of their dolls. As they usually did at this time of day.
Mr. Love needed allies. Bearing gifts he visited Meg and Peg, his 12-year-old nieces, who lived alone (their parents having died).
Meanwhile, the Well-Dressed Albatross decided that ‘under the radar’ was the way to go.
When Slim declined, Mrs. Love placed Slim in a cell with no aperture large enough for Slim to squeeze out. Smaller creatures came and went.
Slim learned that Mrs. Love was a woman with little to lose from scandal.
Slim placed the incriminating memory stick on Mrs Love’s side-table, next to a headless giraffe, a glazed skull, and a stack of books.
The Well-Dressed Albatross had to vacate the abode quickly, leaving all its contents to fiery immolation. Including Uncle Theo, alas.
