“Uplifting stories, the world needs now!” proclaimed Dogger.
371,000 ‘heart-warming’ novels published week one.
379,000 stories of ‘everyday derring-do’ shipped out the next.
Soon people got sick of being told how great they were. Fires raged in cities, books up in smoke.
Dogger’s shine was off. So many Mulvaney millions lost.
“Just one week, this year, in Estonia?” asked Nemesis, his moderately minded fourth wife.
Dogger, indisposed in his ruby bejewelled bathroom, struggled with a plumbeous bowel.