Percy's Table Novels & Stories

Hilda Scarlett is halfway through her second helping of blueberry pancakes and telling me a story about how Percy is definitely scared of bumblebees. “He screamed, Mama!” she says, eyes wide, hands flailing dramatically. “And he’s this big”—she stretches her arms as far as they’ll go—“and a little tiny bee made him run away! Like this!” She zooms her hand through the air, knocking over her cup of milk in the process. I catch it before it falls, mopping the few drops that splashed over the side. “Maybe Percy just didn’t want to get stung,” I say, trying to hide my smile.

he said. Diane was puzzled by the word, but Liam seemed to understand better. " Be specific" Liam responded instantly “Percy Peach is in for a bumpy ride; the old tiger just breathed his last,” he said excitedly. Liam dropped the call as shock registered on his face, to Diane's bewilderment, the shock slowly melted into a cocky smile of triumph. " The same Perchy Peach?" Diane asked, utterly amazed, as he nodded in affirmation.