“When Mr Axe met Mr Cellar Door, there wasn’t much of a fight. Sure, Mr Door did his best to stand up for himself, but Mr Axe was angry. ANGRY!

Then Mr Axe walked along the hall and slowly, slowly, came up the wooden hill towards the land of nod. He was calmer now, he’d calmed down, everything would be ok, he’s calmed down, it’ll all be ok, he’s calm -”

The bedroom door swung inwards and the words of the fairy story dried in her mouth. She covered the children’s eyes. “Bye byes now”, she whispered.