Within the tiny childhood of Hiver Jawn there was a saying said by his elders and betters that: time was round not long.

Children grow up too soon, they continued, as if proof was in the pudding.

Like all children of his age, Jawn did not listen.  But just enjoyed naming fruit-stones around the edge of his bowl.  And playing with imaginary companions in the black wood at the back of the back garden of his house. He lost the dustbin lid there, much to his mother’s temper.

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