Thought I'd perk some interest in ya all by revealing I've begun a modern telling of the story behind Stripey's worst day, the one in May 1980 when his parents were killed.  I've come straight here from writing the opener and am already thinking of ways to expand on the reader's desires, such as describing the sights and sounds of Metropolis and those of an Indian jungle as well.

 

Wish me luck, please.

 

The story should be ready......errr.....well, I'll leave finishing that sentence for now, methinks.