As the only son of peasant farmers in New Zealand, Edward Ramius was a small child with a big imagination. The many hours he spent alone, waiting for his parents to return from the fields, were spent with the many characters he created in his mind. They were his only friends, his only playmates.Every night when Edward would go to bed under the thatch roof of their shack, he would be frightened by the sounds of the many forest creatures nearby. As his imagination took over, he would become consumed with thoughts of the creatures that lurked just outside, and sometimes inside his very room; sometimes under his own bed.
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I'm are currently finishing the second book on Yawnywawanys called Eating Happy Thoughts.
