​Hullo, Folks. My name is Keep. I came to these woods many years ago and noticed a funny little derelict house with a round tower. I bought it, got it looking ship-shape, but all the while wasn't aware of the resident horde of mischievous sprites who call themselves the Flitwizzits - they live up in the rafters of the tower.

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Yes I'm a bear, albeit a well-dressed one. How old am I? (Scratches head) in truth I haven't a clue so let's just say 'old'.  Not too old, mind.

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The thing is this; the Flitwizzits can fly, but I can't of course. Except sometimes I really think I can fly but that's only when I've drunk too much coffee. Which is why I stick to tea.  The Flitwizzits are mostly harmless, however, although one of their favourite past-times is writing a note to me once a week with an irksome aerospace question.       

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I'm not too bothered though because I've always loved learning new things in this sector, as long as those things are intriguing and I'm not having to sit in a classroom looking at a board for hours on-end. And indeed feeling bored.