By and copyright of Owen Quinn Lala wrinkled his nose as the orange heather carpet he was rushing through tickled his nose. He sneezed making Rose jump with fright. “Are you alright?” she asked, clinging tightly to his fur. “Yeah, highland heather is a pet hate of mine,” he replied before suddenly stopping inside aContinue reading “Book Excerpt: Tales from Ballinfree: Operation Frogspawn”
