Pollen was a whizz-popping wonder brain, the sort of Ragdoll who could build a buzzing, whirring whatsit out of three buttons and a noddle.

 

She squinted, scribbled, muttered, tinkered and occasionally attached spare parts to her own arms by accident.

Every problem, giant, grubby or gobsmacking, made Pollen grin a wide, stitchy grin.

 

And when something finally clicked.... when a plan worked, a Fear Creature was confused, or a fear fizzled... that was Pollen's favourite kind of magic...

 

Clever magic... Messy magic... The magic of ideas that refused to give up.