The Front Door

She knocked on the open door tentatively and waited, but there was no reply. Then, with a surge of confidence tempered by a frisson of fear she entered the atrium of the library. It was clear to Isabella that this room was built with enthusiasm. She observed the room and saw towering piles of unwanted books,covered with dust, littering the creaky, mouldy wooden floor.

As she turned the corner, she saw a massive feast that was appetising in its glory. Her stomach dropped as she gazed towards the table and saw who the diners were: people with rhino heads, people with dolphin heads and people with heads of all different species as heads.

“Welcome” said the owl-headed person between mouthfuls of roasted chestnuts. “We are the librarians of this section.”