Peril At The Pop-up Library.
Copyright 29/3/12 by Raymond Daley
We weren't sure at first.
We soon were surer.
After all, the ground had only just stopped shaking.
I was splashed as a copy of Moby Dick flew past, open at a random passage on the deck of the Pequod.
Maureen passed me towel. We both heard the roaring.
Not a tiger, a lion I was fairly certain.
I sniffed the air a few dozen times and flashed a grin of relief at Maureen who looked confused.
"Mothballs" I said to her, causing a look of even greater confusion from poor Maureen.
"Mothballs Maureen! How many books have mothballs AND lions in them?" I asked, she still looked puzzled.