I’ve had this great idea for a short story. It’s going to be a Richmal Crompton pastiche in which William and the Outlaws get into a scrape when they ‘accidentally’ lose Violet Elizabeth Bott’s pet white mouse and try to replace it with a sewer rat that Jumble has caught.
The catch is that I’m going to update it by writing it in the style of Harlan Ellison.
I’m going to call it I Have No Mouth, and I Must Thcweam.
(and for an encore, I have this great idea for another short involving Violet, William and his dog Jumble in an updated postapocalyptic setting, but I’m blowed if I can think of a title)