A little wee pock and a water-blue pret sail off across Twillaby Pond on a wind-blown leaf to more adventure than they expected – sailing through a rainbow, meeting a whole new world of pond inhabitants they’d never even known about. Exhausted at the end of a long, long day and worried about how to get back home they get assistance from an unexpected source.

This book is dedicated to my father whose love of poetry and fondness for reciting it started me down the Rhyming Road and to my mother, always encouraging me and making sure I had food.