The Seventh Chair

Descending out of the blue of a bright afternoon in Washington D.C. appears what looks more clearly by the second like a chair-a heavy ornate wooden chair with a high carved back and jutting armrests all polished to a high gloss and looking like booty from some medieval castle. Seated in the chair and coming into clearer focus every second is a nun dressed in a habit complete with wimple and veil. The chair lands on a school playground amid a circle of children and the nun slick as a whistle shimmies out of her habit to reveal underneath a silver robe with stars and crescent moons worked in gold all over it. The most shocking change though is that she is no longer a she. Without the habit it is obvious that this nun is really one of the littlest oldest most dried-up <I>men</I> any of the children has ever seen. Who is this person who arrives by means of a magic flying chair? Join Davy MacDougal Wally Wilkins and this mysterious figure from the ancient past in an adventure the likes of which their school has never before experienced.