As is tradition, I’ve recorded in the Blight Book all verified cases suffered by our community this year: potato, peach and, after some debate as to its appropriateness, Mr. Jenkins’s report of fly tipping.
Being newly appointed to this role, I studied the archives to learn more about the Festival’s origins.
I’m sorry to say… I’m not sure how to…
Well, it’s awkward, but I feel I must be honest with you. It seems that, fifty years ago, a typographical error changed the nature of our annual celebration.
You see, this was always meant to be a Festival of Light.