March 12, 2008
Hi! I'm Will and I'm a lawyer here at Puffin HQ. Being a Puffin lawyer is pretty much the best kind of lawyer you can be really. Firstly, I don't have to dress up in a girly wig, secondly I get to spend all day reading great books and thirdly, all my clients are Puffins, meaning I don't have to deal with anyone naughty or scary like thieves, witches or pirates.
Or so I thought...
This morning I got asked to investigate some ancient Puffin documents. I was given a big bunch of keys and a yellow crinkled map of the Puffin HQ basement with some short directions.
"Head down the marble stairs I say until there are no more.
Then turn ye left and head due south until you find a door."
"DUE SOUTH!" I thought. "Puffin HQ stands right on the north bank of the Thames. If I walk due south underground I will be....gulp....under the river!" As any Young Bond fan knows, where there's water there's bound to be pirates and where there are pirates there's bound to be treasure - especially if there's a yellow crinkled map involved. "That must have been what the Pirates were doing here last week" I realised. "Thank goodness they didn't find this map!"
Down and down the stairs I went until there were no more and when I got to the bottom, I tiptoed carefully down a dimly lit narrow passageway until I could see a door in the distance.
The instructions continued;
"Within the bunch there will be a shiny key of gold
Open six doors and all the Puffin secrets will unfold."
I opened the door and noticed a dusty switch on the left all covered in cobwebs. I flicked on the light and saw that the room was empty, except for five big safes in the corner.I opened the first safe. It was full of contracts. Yawn. And the second? The same. The third was more interesting as it was full of really old papers all about how the early Puffins came to be in London. But the fourth was the worst of all - thousands of pages of Puffin financial accounts, YUK!
I came to the fifth safe and tried the key marked “Five”. It didn't work. I tried another key and then another but still the lock wouldn't turn. "This must be where the early Puffins hid all their treasure!" I thought excitedly. "But I wonder what it is and where the key has gone?"
As I couldn't get it to open, I carefully put all the other papers back in their safes and tidied up the room behind me. I then quietly locked the big steel door with the shiny gold key and (looking round to make sure that I wasn't being followed by any pirates) ran back up the marble stairs to let you all know what I had found.
I get the feeling I'll be spending allot of time in the basement over the coming weeks (in fact I'd better get back there now before my boss finds me writing this blog entry). Don't worry though, I'll be sure to keep my eye out for those wretched pirates and will report back with any further clues I find.
Will Bowes
Puffin Lawyer
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