Oliver George Stratford Brown

When my nephew Oliver was just 3 years old, I started writing a series of short stories for him. The first started from a conversation with him at my mum's house in the Blue Mountains one day when he was bored and needed something to do. I pointed to a crow in the tree, and asked him what the crow would say to him if it could talk.

That first story - Oliver and the glass of red cordial - became popular with some of our neighbourhood friends - and a mate ended up animating it for the Jaffas Down the Aisle Short Film Festival.

I wrote several other stories, which I'll republish on this site in the future.

They included:

Oliver and the Case of Oranges

Oliver and the day the beach disappeared

Oliver and One little Elephant.

One of these days, we might put those short stories into a compilation book. It's on the list.