Simon Mattacks

from jams, cheese, and bread, to artwork, soap, and flowers. Every week, the fruit and vegetable stall took the prime spot right in the middle of the square, which is right where point number three on the map was. Just behind the vegetable stall was a statue. It was something Amelia had passed many times, but had never taken a closer look at.

from jams, cheese, and bread, to artwork, soap, and flowers. Every week, the fruit and vegetable stall took the prime spot right in the middle of the square, which is right where point number three on the map was. Just behind the vegetable stall was a statue. It was something Amelia had passed many times, but had never taken a closer look at.

from jams, cheese, and bread, to artwork, soap, and flowers. Every week, the fruit and vegetable stall took the prime spot right in the middle of the square, which is right where point number three on the map was. Just behind the vegetable stall was a statue. It was something Amelia had passed many times, but had never taken a closer look at.

Making her way past the stalls, she went to inspect it. Carved diligently from the stone was a man wearing a heavy looking astronaut suit. More perplexing still was that in one hand he had a stone parrot, only it had been painted in vivid yellows, reds, and blues. Each feather was carved in such detail that Amelia couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Making her way past the stalls, she went to inspect it. Carved diligently from the stone was a man wearing a heavy looking astronaut suit. More perplexing still was that in one hand he had a stone parrot, only it had been painted in vivid yellows, reds, and blues. Each feather was carved in such detail that Amelia couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Making her way past the stalls, she went to inspect it. Carved diligently from the stone was a man wearing a heavy looking astronaut suit. More perplexing still was that in one hand he had a stone parrot, only it had been painted in vivid yellows, reds, and blues. Each feather was carved in such detail that Amelia couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

The stone was cool and rough, but the etchings of the feathers were deep and pronounced. On her walks around town, Amelia had noticed other stone parrots. Some sat above doorways. Others were perched on windowsills. She had never wondered why the village had such an affinity for these ornaments, but she was about to find out.

The stone was cool and rough, but the etchings of the feathers were deep and pronounced. On her walks around town, Amelia had noticed other stone parrots. Some sat above doorways. Others were perched on windowsills. She had never wondered why the village had such an affinity for these ornaments, but she was about to find out.

The stone was cool and rough, but the etchings of the feathers were deep and pronounced. On her walks around town, Amelia had noticed other stone parrots. Some sat above doorways. Others were perched on windowsills. She had never wondered why the village had such an affinity for these ornaments, but she was about to find out.

An onlooker had been observing her, and with a cheerful demeanor, he approached and explained the origin of the statue. It was a representation of the artist himself. He was a man who could easily while away the night looking up at the stars, longing to explore every one. Instead, he spent his days studying the natural wonders about him.

An onlooker had been observing her, and with a cheerful demeanor, he approached and explained the origin of the statue. It was a representation of the artist himself. He was a man who could easily while away the night looking up at the stars, longing to explore every one. Instead, he spent his days studying the natural wonders about him.

An onlooker had been observing her, and with a cheerful demeanor, he approached and explained the origin of the statue. It was a representation of the artist himself. He was a man who could easily while away the night looking up at the stars, longing to explore every one. Instead, he spent his days studying the natural wonders about him.

The parrot was his favorite animal, and in his opinion, the most charming of all creatures. Bold, lively, and mischievous. He was often seen wandering around the village with his parrot. and it seemed it was a sight the villagers missed. So much so that after he left town, the community had the stone parrots carved for their homes and businesses.

The parrot was his favorite animal, and in his opinion, the most charming of all creatures. Bold, lively, and mischievous. He was often seen wandering around the village with his parrot. and it seemed it was a sight the villagers missed. So much so that after he left town, the community had the stone parrots carved for their homes and businesses.

The parrot was his favorite animal, and in his opinion, the most charming of all creatures. Bold, lively, and mischievous. He was often seen wandering around the village with his parrot. and it seemed it was a sight the villagers missed. So much so that after he left town, the community had the stone parrots carved for their homes and businesses.

Amelia made a note to herself that from now on, whenever she walked around town, she would make sure to look out for them. It was a little too busy in the market square to look for the other parrots that were hidden here, and Lila wanted to continue their walk away from the crowd. So they headed to the next stop on the map, the tower.

Amelia made a note to herself that from now on, whenever she walked around town, she would make sure to look out for them. It was a little too busy in the market square to look for the other parrots that were hidden here, and Lila wanted to continue their walk away from the crowd. So they headed to the next stop on the map, the tower.

Amelia made a note to herself that from now on, whenever she walked around town, she would make sure to look out for them. It was a little too busy in the market square to look for the other parrots that were hidden here, and Lila wanted to continue their walk away from the crowd. So they headed to the next stop on the map, the tower.

On the other side of the village from where they started was Bluebell Clump. It was a small hill rising out from a veil with beautiful meadows. A small wood sprawled up one side of the hill, and at the very top sat a tower, partially obscured by trees. During the early summer months, the grass of the hill was covered with a wash of red poppies.

On the other side of the village from where they started was Bluebell Clump. It was a small hill rising out from a veil with beautiful meadows. A small wood sprawled up one side of the hill, and at the very top sat a tower, partially obscured by trees. During the early summer months, the grass of the hill was covered with a wash of red poppies.