The Tales of New Yarn City

Talking to Mortimer was not very productive. He seemed rather uninterested and the only idea he came up with was that the wool might have been eaten by moths. How stupid!

Hailey joined her grandmother's friends – seven women of different ages met here for their weekly tea party, all of them with a love for yarn and most of them even owners of craft shops or yarn manufactories.

Mortimer had to laugh out loud! The books on the desk not only showed that the company's finances were really bad, but also the reason and the success of his father's secret moth breeding were documented...

All of a sudden the magic was gone. The tragic accident of his parents throw Mortimer back to reality. He had to reluctantly accept his legacy.

Hailey opened the door of a yarn closet. There was a boy, sleeping the middle of wool balls. He seemed to be lost – what a luck Hailey had found him!

"Today is a good day for a good day“, Hailey O’Kitty thought, when the warm morning sun fell through the attic window and tickled the tip of her nose.

We don’t know for sure whether Mortimer's secret pet was responsible for his perforated clothes, or if it's just natural for boys this age to wear jeans and socks full of holes.

Mortimer Nocturne comes from a long dynasty of venerable vermin exterminators. His family tree goes far back to the famous Rat-Catcher of Hamelin.