The Secret Of Moonacre: Here We Love Again...

The Small Man In The Large House

After about a fifteen minute journey we finally arrived at the address.
Before us stood a reasonable sized house some way out of town, but not too far so that whoever lived there could drive back and forth.
Robin stood the bike up against a gate just outside the house, making sure he chained it up safely.

"how do we...?"
I cut Robin off by gently pushing the ivy covered gate to reveal a beautiful garden with flowers and thistles entwined together.

"I guess they are expecting us." I said to my friend, looking back behind my shoulder at him.

"Well what are we waiting for? Come on!" Robin called as he started to slowly run up to the entrance of the house.

I followed in return, feeling the photo in my pocket to make sure that the information was still there.

Robin knocked on the door twice, waiting patiently for an answer.

We heard a faint smash of a plate and looked at each other in confusion, trying to regain confidence.

After about a minute of silence the door was opened slowly. A small man in a pointed hat stood in the doorway, dressed like a chef.

"Hello, might you who these people are?" I asked the man, reaching out the photograph and handing it to him.

The man took the photo, scratched his head and said:
"You best come inside, my name is Marmaduke."

To Be Continued...