Here's my review:
As inducement, please accept this free teeny story-poem from Brian, who occasionally indulges in these fifty-word "mini-sagas."
I wandered lonely as a cat
That thinks it owns both dale and hill.
When suddenly I saw a rat
The colour of a daffodil.
When next I saw a penguin pass
With scarlet chest and tartan bill,
I just collapsed upon the grass
And knew that I was ill.