Prologue II

Winston normally saved his pocket bread for the long walk back to his home on Worcestershire Circle. His house rested in the middle of a small Culdesac, but was very easy to pick out from the rest of the lavish abodes! In fact, Winston’s family was the only one on the block that abhorred garish colours, though this did not stop them from draping tinsel across the overgrown bushes after the year’s first frost. His mother would always tell him that the only acceptable decoration for any time of the year is crimson tinsel, and this notion would, at risk of spoiling the later events of young Winston’s life, affect him profoundly.

But there were, at last estimate, approximately five miles of intertwining travel paths betwixt the schoolyard (the farthest end of the learning facility, with the front of the building facing the linoleum plant) and Casa de Perry. This was an excruciating task for developing legs. As a matter of fact, and you will find many of those in this story, one of the other things that Winston was teased about was having quite enlarged leg muscles!

He often reflects on these insults on his daily walks, the least insulting of which involved the children calling him “Scary Perry, Legs So Hairy, How Big Are They? I’d Say Very.” He muttered this to himself on this particular day. A day that would come to be known, first in his leather-bound Little Dreamer journal and later, much later, in an unfinished children’s book that no one would ever see save for a stack of frightening illustrations, as Day of No Pocket Bread and Whatever May Have Transpired Thereafter.