Maxwell pokes his head through the cat flap and smiles sweetly.
"Hello, everyone, my name is Maxwell and I am a 105 year old elf from the Northern Forests. I live with my younger brother, Skippy who is 70, on Starlight Island in a small woodland cabin, deep in the forest.
When we were young, our elven parents were involved in a tragic road accident, whilst rescuing some hedgehogs from a busy main road. In appreciation, the hedgehogs wrapped us both up in grass-woven baskets and carefully carried us to the nearest church. Skippy and I were left inside the church porch and were raised by the resident priests, at St Nicholas-on-the-Dell. At first, to avoid teasing at the attached school, we would tuck our ears into our hair and try and blend in with the other children but, as we grew, our ears became larger and finally we had to give in and admit that we were elves. We were lovingly cared for by the priests and then passed for adoption into loving families but, sadly being elves, we age more slowly than humans. Now we live alone in our forest home and I care for little Skippy as best as I can. It's hard work being the elder brother because I have to look after Skippy and keep him safe.
To help raise money for cabbage seeds (in order to feed) Skippy and I breed cats. At first we used to just breed a range of different cats and sell them at our store "Castaway Kitties" but then, after travelling to the annual Beltane Festival I had a dream after cutting the mistletoe, in the Land of the Perpetual Green Rain.
I dreamed that we elves were travelling to the Beltane and passed a ruined church shrouded in mist and covered in cawing rooks. As we explored deeper into the ruins, we spied two passion-coloured fires deep in the gloom.
We had to travel to the Sandman in order to interpret the dream. In the Drylands that border the Dreamlands we met RiverFalcon the Sandman and we asked him what the dream meant.
RiverFalcon, the Sandman, explained that this was to be our new store and that we should sell passion-eyed vampire-eared Russian Blacks, in preparation for Hallowe'en.
So (as people say) the rest is history."
Post Script:
If you are interested, you may like to know that Skippy's introduction (and mine too) have been combined into an iBook available for download at this link:
>> Early Days <<
We would both be thrilled if you had the opportunity to download it and read through.
Through the Cat Flap 
