In the kitchen, Wellington has been baking a curious concoction, most of which he poured into a large hessian sack. Around the edge of the sack, he has sewn a plastic hoop. Around the middle he has sewn a loop of fabric containing a chain ( Read more... )

How to begin? After finding out that his careless talk might lead to the discovery of Wombles in another world, Wellington has been racked with guilt ( Read more... )

It's all relative, at the end of the day.

They don't have to do very much. Wombles are much easier to scare ( Read more... )

Wellington has a quest.

A question, more like. That's now bothering him like a bird pecking at his head.

Because Will made a very valid question last night. Where do Womble babies come from ( Read more... )

Bungo was feeling a bit lonely these days, what with Orinoco forever tapping and tinkering away at his stove and Tomsk spending all his time down at the Serpentine or the Round Pond. And as for old Wellington, he sometimes forgot to come into meals and, for a Womble, that was quite extraordinary ( Read more... )

Tobermory examines Wellington's tidy bag with interesting ( Read more... )