When I Was Little by David Stallard

A delightful tale of how a child can confuse language with meaning. David Stallard remembers his own confusion as a child and as a teacher teaching English to children in Asia he thought this book might help  little ones trying to figure out how our language works. With wonderful Illustrations by Poppy Shandler and published by Hares End Publishing. A line below to give some context…

When I was little I used to think an Angelfish lived in heaven…

Now I know Angelfish have fins that look like angel’s wings


Sadly, David Stallard passed away a short time ago, but his book is still available here and on

New on Amazon and Kindle

Good news! The Night Visitors, Return to Lolibran and the Witch’s Lair and Out of the Frying Pan are now available on Into the Fire is pending, but will soon be on the site.

Return to Lolibran and the Witch’s Lair and Out of the Frying Pan are available on Kindle Books. The Night Visitors and Into the Fire are also pending but will be ready buy or to download in a few days.

Christmas is coming, buy all four books in the series, your children will love you for it!

Available soon on Amazon Books and Kindle Books, When I Was Little, by David Stallard and illustrated by Poppy Shandler. This beautifully illustrated book is a delightful take on the way words can become visually confused in some children’s minds.



Hornby Island

there is an island small and remote afloat in the Salish Sea an enchanted island inhabited by faerie and witches as alluring as Circe, tempter of Ulysses it will capture you if it can and keep you in its embrace beware do not go for if you do you will never want to leave but if leave you must prepare to leave your heart behind

there is an island
small and remote
afloat in the Salish Sea
an enchanted island
inhabited by faerie and witches
as alluring as Circe, tempter of Ulysses
it will capture you if it can
and keep you in its embrace
do not go
for if you do you will never want to leave
but if leave you must
to leave your heart behind

New Stories

I have some new stories my father told me my sister and I when we were little. I have changed the title from Grandpa Bill Stories to The Extraordinary Tale of Sammy Snail and Other Silly Stories. I have written them down as I remembered them (perhaps a little embellished), and illustrated by myself and Poppy Shandler. It is my hope today’s children who read them will love them and laugh at them as I did. I will soon be publishing some of my own silly stories too. Look also for David Stallard’s delightful little book for children titled, ‘When I Was Young’, wonderfully illustrated by Poppy Shandler. These will all be out in e-books as well as paperbacks.They are now published under my imprint, Haresend Publishing.

The Extraordinary Tale of Sammy Snail and Other Silly Stories



How Sammy Snail Saved The Day

Heidi The Hot dog

The False Teeth Caper

How The Animals Got Their Fur Coats

Idle Thoughts On Why We Call Everything Joe


Coming soon—

Grandma Bunny Stories

The Beetle’s Tale

How the Moon Got Into The Sky

The Runaway Sun (a long poem)

Two Fat Cats (a short poem)

A Merry Faerie Christmas

Other Side of Magic, Books 3 and 4

Out of the Frying Pan

Out of the Frying Pan

Exciting news for all you readers! Book three in the ‘Other Side of Magic’ series—’Out of the Frying Pan’, is on the shelves! Look for it here on my Website and in bookstores near you. Ask for it at the library or at your favourite bookstore. If they don’t have it, ask them to contact me.

Chapter One

Lyle was the first to open his eyes. Looking up he saw a light so brilliant he closed them again. He lay for a while trying to think of who he was and where he was, and then he dozed off again. As he was sliding deeper into sleep an odd chuffing sound interfered with his dreams, a sound he had not heard before and his eyes popped open again.

Now fully awake, he sat up, to find himself staring down the slope into the face of a large—a very large—grizzly bear. At Lyle’s movement the bear rose to his full height once more, the chuffing becoming a low growl. Lyle, in all his ten years, had never seen a live grizzly, only the ones in picture books. His hair stood straight up and skin prickling, he made ready to leap to his feet and run for his life. But on turning his head he saw Lynn, his twin sister, and Mr. Peter, and then Rob, lying unconscious amid the rocks—are they asleep? Beulah and Pugly are there, the dogs’ eyes tightly closed.

Where is Fé? No time to think about the cat; what to do?

The bear had dropped on all fours and is swinging its great head as it lopes toward them. Lyle crawled over to Mr. Peter and shook him. “Mr. Peter! Mr. Peter!” he whispered. “Wake up! Please wake up!” Groggily, Mr. Peter—Quebecois, naturalist explorer, friend and mentor to the children—opened his eyes. Everything is out of focus. He turned his head and sees Lyle pointing a shaky finger at the large brown blob coming toward them.

“Lie down Lyle, cover your head!” he whispered back. “You do not outrun the grizzly! Play dead, he may be only curious. Where is Lynn?” Seeing her lying, eyes closed, beside Lyle, he crawled to her and put himself between her and the bear, motioning for Lyle to get down behind him. He noticed something was missing from Lyle’s back, something important. What was it? Frowning, he hunkered down and cuddling the children, covered his head.

What was it? A chilling thought arose—there is another child…Robert! Where is Robert? Lifting himself he could see him lying nearby, but too far away to reach before the bear reached them. He covered Lynn with his body, prayed and waited, Lyle shivering beside him. A sharp bark made him lift his head again. Beulah, Mr. Peter’s big yellow lab, awakened by the smell of bear, was on her feet in an instant and barking furiously. Pugly also awoke to the racket, but being a small pug he could only stand beside Beulah and try to make his barks sound like a Great Dane.

The powerful bear odour was now only a few meters away…

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And now

Book Four—Into the Fire

Into the Fire

Last book of The Other side of Magic series

Chapter One

Consulting the car’s on-board map, Mr. Peter decided to take Highway Three, through Manning Park to Osoyoos and Trail and then head for the Crow’s Nest Pass. He had traveled across Canada before, many years before, though by train. It was the only way to travel in those early days. Roads were still pretty primitive and automobiles—except for the most expensive ones—hard on the bones. Later on he had enjoyed taking road journeys in his days as a naturalist-explorer, driving his old Bentley, before the Second World War once again interrupted that idyllic existence. Too old to join the army he went to France and joined the French resistance. Those were terrible times, nor had he expected to be involved in another war, least of all to come home with a witch on his tail; but now he hoped this trip wouldn’t be too eventful, except in a good way for the youngsters.

His stomach was beginning to rumble, and after all the excitement he was tired. He could see the boys in the rear view mirror nodding their heads and Lynn too was fighting to keep her eyes open. Finally leaving the city, the fields and farms of the Fraser Valley flew by.

“We will stop in Hope for the supper and the bed, eh, mes amis?”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Peter,” yawned Lyle, “I could sleep for a week!”

“Me too,” muttered Rob, though he wasn’t so sure about the week part. Solvieg, the name they would always know her by, or otherwise Evaline —evil twin sister to their friend and saviour, Elvira Pinkley—might catch up with them by then, even if she was a snake! Or she might change her shape and fool them again. He’d had more than enough of her, but he also had a sneaking feeling she wasn’t out of their lives quite yet. He didn’t mention this to the others, but if he’d done so he might have found they were feeling much the same way. The more space they put between them and Solvieg the better!

The mention of supper made them all hungry, and both they and the dogs needed to relieve themselves. Lynn had felt the restless stirrings of Fe’ when they left Vancouver. Now when food was mentioned he started up again. One would have thought he wouldn’t still want to fill his non-existent stomach! The signs for the town of Hope finally came into view and Mr. Peter turned off the highway, looking for a restaurant and motel. As they entered the town the young people pointed excitedly at the wonderfully carved wood sculptures of animals that adorned the main street.

“Can we get out and look at them, Mr. Peter?” asked Lynn. “They’re so beautiful!”

“Yeah, they’re really cool! Can we, Mr. Peter?” Lyle begged.

By this time Riquet had awakened. He peered out the window at the carvings, but all he could say was, “Ooooo!”

“Okay,” Mr. Peter replied, “but you four stay together, oui? See that restaurant down the street? I will go to look for the place to sleep and then meet you there in the few minute. But do not wander, I do not want to lose you before we even get start!” He let them and the dogs out of the car and went to look for a motel…

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