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Welcome to Tales from the Story Catcher, by the ever-wondrous Joules   Young, a dreamer who, one suspects, has spoonful’s of moonbeams and more than a few stray stars lodged behind her ears.

It’s here, dear listener, that we embark on a journey through stories brimming with whimsy, wonder, and a dash—perhaps a large, generous ladleful—of delightful nonsense. And why not?

Our tale today brings you the slightly tatty but much-adored Miss Threadbare McScruff. She’s the sort of doll who’s seen better days—her stuffing may be a bit lumpy, and her once-button eyes have been replaced with something rather unusual, but she is still loved. Then there’s Sir Stouttwig the Broomstick, standing proudly by her side. Upright? Oh yes. Dependable? Most certainly. After all, he is a broomstick.

And what’s this? A wedding day, you say? But of course! No tale worth its sugar, or indeed its chocolate, would be complete without a wedding day. And here we have all the usual suspects: spoon lickers (naturally), pan bangers (because who wouldn’t want a bit of noise?), and an excess of chocolate that will likely end in a glorious, sticky mess.

So, I suggest you settle in—properly, now. None of this half-hearted lounging. Find yourself the squishiest chair in the house, the one that threatens to swallow you whole if you’re not careful, and do make sure the kettle’s on. You’ll want tea, maybe even a biscuit or three, as Puddington-on-the-Puff awaits, with all its wobbles, wonders, and wildly improbable goings-on. Ready? Off we go then and remember to Look, Listen, Linger, Laugh, and Love!"