The inspiration for writing ÔCodeyÕ came to me many years ago when I noticed my sisterÕs cat watching something in a small gap in the blackberry bush in the garden. He couldnÕt take his eyes away from what he thought was in there! That was in my old schooldays. Back then, weÕd splash in streams, play tag, but also sit on mats in the yard listening to the teacher telling stories. That memory is encapsulated in what you are about to read. IÕd put this tale away in my file of many unfinished works. Reading back on it recently, I decided it was far too good not to see the light of day.