Who We Are?
Albert Trindles the crow, and Raymont Green the woodland rat, were long-time business partners when bad luck made the way for good.
Albert and Raymont had been running a very successful collar and bell removal service for local cats when Albert had an unfortunate collision with a large man on a tall ladder, eating a donut. This left him with a broken wing. Raymont, also a life-long friend, insisted Albert move in with him while he recovered.
Albert bored, and eager for any distraction from the pain asked Raymont if he wouldn’t mind getting him some books. Raymont, an avid collector of anything was happy to oblige, but the books he found were too unwieldy for him to carry or even drag home. So, he chewed off a few pages at a time, and brought them back to the nest. But being close to the ground, which is often damp if not properly wet here in England, Albert received odd bits of shredded paper that read more like post-modern poetry than a good yarn. And that’s when Albert had a flash.
‘What if we published our own books—things we’d enjoy reading?’ Albert said on a chilly autumn evening after a dinner of pizza crusts and the last of the season’s blackberries.
And the rest as they say, 'is history'.
Albert and Raymont had been running a very successful collar and bell removal service for local cats when Albert had an unfortunate collision with a large man on a tall ladder, eating a donut. This left him with a broken wing. Raymont, also a life-long friend, insisted Albert move in with him while he recovered.
Albert bored, and eager for any distraction from the pain asked Raymont if he wouldn’t mind getting him some books. Raymont, an avid collector of anything was happy to oblige, but the books he found were too unwieldy for him to carry or even drag home. So, he chewed off a few pages at a time, and brought them back to the nest. But being close to the ground, which is often damp if not properly wet here in England, Albert received odd bits of shredded paper that read more like post-modern poetry than a good yarn. And that’s when Albert had a flash.
‘What if we published our own books—things we’d enjoy reading?’ Albert said on a chilly autumn evening after a dinner of pizza crusts and the last of the season’s blackberries.
And the rest as they say, 'is history'.