“You know, Tristram…I never wanted to be a witch doctor…” Dinewan began.
“What did you want to be?”
Dinewan smiled. It was a completely different smile to all his others. It was the smile of a child having grand dreams about his future.
“I wanted to be a story-teller.” He answered.
Tristram grinned amiably. “I can relate to that.”
“Can you?”
“Yes. I love telling stories. I love writing – I’m good at English.”
“So, what are you going to do now that you have finished school?”
“I am going to study animals. I am going to be a zoologist.”
“I see. What about your stories?”
“I will write those too.”
Dinewan nodded thoughtfully. “You have two passions, then? I see. That is how it started for me, too.”
Suddenly Dinewan reached into the inside of his coat and pulled out a long emu feathe
