By Rhys Hughes
I decided to go to Mysore because it seemed quite rude not to pay it a visit while I was in the mood. Ate too much food. Mysore tum! Sat on a porcupine. Mysore bum! Walked for many hours. Mysore feet! Sat on a porcupine again. Mysore seat! Climbed one of the trees. Mysore knees! Then I was very tired and booked a hotel room to lie down on a bed. Mysore head! And while I slept I dreamed of a problem philosophical, namely who has the twitchiest whiskers. Mysore cats? And that, my friends, was that.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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