No longer imprisoned by curtains, recently released by vegetables, discovered back on his green bicycle, celebrated by plum blossoms; yet another yarn about the little boy in a big room.

The stories in my linked Urban Fables are part of a work-that's-been-in-progress since 1972. All stories are swung round by one of my sea-anchors – the Rock, and then moored next to the rocks of the BC Coastline