An author who is working on a children's TV show is sharing her project with locked-down Kent's bored children.
During the coronavirus lockdown and to coincide with National Share a Story Month KentOnline will publish a new episode of Meryl Ledbrooke's The Adventures of Number 3 Tin Cottage every Friday.
The theme of May's literary celebration is the 'Planet we Share', a theme which includes stories about earth's people and animals and the state of the planet.
The Isle of Sheppey writer said: "I hope parents will read them to their youngsters. KentOnline has agreed to help me share them as I hope they will make great bedtime stories."
Many of you may not know this, but Number 3 Tin Cottage is a wonderfully exciting and magical place where Jeffrey the magician lives with his friends Eggwina Cluckbucket the chicken, Chantelle his assistant, a little white rabbit and Sir Jazz-Purr the black and white cat.
Today we will discover how Jazz-purr came to live there.
One day, Jeffrey put an advert in his local newspaper. It read: "Wanted: One cat to live at No 3 Tin Cottage. Must be friendly and able to get on with Chantelle, a little girl who sings a bit off key, a magician, a very large, unpredictable chicken and a white rabbit. If interested, please apply."
Sir Jazz-Purr read the notice and turned up on Jeffrey's doorstep.
He was called Sir Jazz-Purr because he loved listening to his favourite radio DJ Nic Fentone playing jazz music.
Jeffrey loved this little cat. Although Jazz-Purr could only manage a very quiet purr Jeffrey, being a magician, understood him purr-fectly.
The very first thing Jazz-Purr did was to eat some tuna. Unfortunately, it had been on a fancy plate on the kitchen table awaiting the arrival of Miss Dainty Duster, Jeffrey's housekeeper. She liked a nice cup of tea once a week at No 3 and loved tuna.
"Oh dear, tut, tut" said Chantelle, shaking her sparkly hair. Then she added: "Perhaps Jazz-Purr didn't know he was being naughty as he has only just arrived?"
Jeffrey told Sir Jazz-Purr that all his meals went into a little bowl on the mat on the kitchen floor. Jazz-Purr nodded as if he understood and then - splat! - knocked all the cream cakes into the bowl and ate them up.
"That's not right," clucked the chicken. Jeffrey told Sir Jazz-Purr that only cat meals were meant to be in the bowl. They all laughed and Sir Jazz-Purr promised not to be naughty again - and settled down for a catnap.