Fun Excerpt

Puck flung a white fruit on the ground.
Peter and Rosemary scrambled back, expecting it to splatter.
The furit bounced, changing color as it hit, swiriling like an oil slick on water.
The swirls shook as Puck bounced the ball again.

"What is that?" asked Peter.

"An idea - the fruit of an idea tree." Puck ginned.

"Ideas grown on trees?" asked Rosemary.

"Where else would they be?" said Puck. "Tis a shame they are not more common."

From The Unwritten Girl by James Bow