Recipe of Mudpile Wood. By Breeze

The recipe for Mudpile Wood

 

breeze and tulip for site  Take one smiling green ogre,

add one fairy who loves to bake,breeze and tulip for site

Sprinkle in a naughty witch,

For flavour add a crowd of elves, goblins, Ogres (big and little) and lepreachauns,

Stir well,  pour in to the forgotton world of Mudpile wood.

Leave for a day and return to check on what is happening.

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Tales from the Wood: Crazy Daisies.

 

It was Summertime, too hot to work.

The wood was singing the song of a thousand animals, fairies, witches, goblins and Ogres snoring.

Everyone was having a snooze, except for Breeze.

“Snoozing time takes place between twelve and 1 o clock not from two o clock to three o clock,” he muttered.

He wanted to have fun. But to have fun you need company.

Breeze thought about this for a while. He decided to plan an event.

When everyone living in Mudpile Wood opened their eyes they saw giant signs hanging in peculiar places. They dangled from chimney tops or perched in front of doorways. Written on them was:

If you wish to find Treasure you should learn to look in unusual places.

Tulip whispered, “What Treasure? Am I dreaming?”

She flew to the witches house. She tapped her wand on the door.

Lovisma opened her bedroom window. “Go away I don’t want anything. I’m a clever witch.”

“That is why I have come, did you do this?” Tulip turned and pointed at the edge of the wood, there was a arrow painted on a lump of wood pointing up to the sky.

Lovisma read it aloud, “If you wish to find Treasure you should learn to look in unusual places.”

Lovisma flew out of her bedroom window and landed beside Tulip.

“I didn’t do it. Why do I always get blamed?” Her hair was standing on end making her hat wobble. The wind caught hold and blew it high into the sky. Lovisma grumbled as she flew after it.  She was high above the wood when she caught the hat. She returned to Tulips side.

“There is another message tied to the old oak tree at the edge.”

Tulip asked, “are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m getting Elegant. She is great at solving puzzles.”

When Elegant joined them they set off to the oak tree. They were not the first to arrive. A group stood before the sign,  “Often you are best to go to the end last or don’t chase it.”

Hamish grumbled, “This is silly how do we know where the end is? I’m hungry. I should leave this to you. I think it is a joke.”

Matt Breeze’s Cousin asked, “Where is Breeze?”

Tulip smiled. She said, “that is the most useful question anyone has asked.”

Tulip, Lovisma and Elegant decided the best plan was to search the tree tops.

Suddenly Elegant shouted,”I see it. Look in the field beyond the oak tree .”

Everyone scampered, ran or flew to take a look. There was silence.

They were staring at a field of purple and pink flowers. These flowers were like no other they were swirling and twirling. The air smelt of peppermint and vanilla.

 

“Crazy Daisies.” Tulip murmured.

“Rubbish,” Elegant said. “There is no such thing. I never heard of them.”

Tulip smiled. “I did. I know who made these. Be careful.”

“Why?” Lovisma asked and stepped into the field. A bright pink daisy twirled around and snapped at her. She ran back to the edge of the field with the daisy chasing her.

No one knew what to do. They were looking at a swirling moving field of daisies.

Tulip stepped into the field. The daisies did not snap but Tulip shouted out. “They are not real come in and see.” She walked towards the center of the field and said, “It smells like peppermint and vanilla.” Bending down she broke a daisy petal off and ate it.

“They are delicious.”

Everyone except Lovisma raced out to taste the flowers. The tiny witch was hopping up and down. “I want one but they tried to eat me.”

“Nonsense,” Breeze said and stood up. He was holding a large paper daisy in his hand and he flicked it towards Lovisma. “It is a toy. Come in and have some fun.”

And fun it was because every now and then the daisies would move, fly around the field and every one would chase after them. When all the daisies were finally eaten everyone went home.

Tulip went to find Breeze. He was sitting on the riverbank with Lillian.

Tulip went to sit with them.

“Did you like our work?” Breeze asked.

“I loved it. ” Tulip said. Breeze and Lilian were very quiet. When Tulip looked at them she discovered they were asleep.

Breeze’s new project.

Having two friends who love cooking is having a big effect on me. I have decided to start work on my own Cookbook. It will be called Mudpile Treats. So far my recipes include:

Chocolate scented Christmas Cake.

Hot Cross Muffins

Halloween Pie,

Clever titles don’t you agree now I have to practice making them.

Though the Hot Cross Muffins did turn out a treat, take a peep,

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3rd June – day to be remembered.

It was the 3rd day of June. Breeze remembered this the moment he woke. The reason why was simple. It was his birthday.

He fell out of his broken rickity bed, got dressed in a hurry singing happy birthday to me. He raced into his kitchen and stopped.

The kitchen table was bare. There was not one gift sitting on it. He felt sad.”No one has remembered.” He muttered as he made his breakfast of oatmeal, apples and fresh spring water.

After eating he felt a little better, perhaps they left it outside, he thought. He peeped out his cave door and saw nothing.  He checked under every bush and shrub on the steep mountain path. He got to the wood and checked the path into the wood. There was nothing. Not one thing dangling from a branch not a muffin or a cupcake. No sandwishes for me today, he thought and decided he should go for a nap.

 

On the way to the tree he met a rabbit called Bucket. “Please help me I’ve lost one of my children.”

“Which one?” Breeze asked but the rabbit was running away shouting, “I’ll check the rabbit tunnels you checkout the pathways.”

Breeze walked the whole way around the wood, he didn’t find one young rabbit. He thought it rather strange that he did not meet one of anything. “Stranger and stranger,” he muttered.

Then he spotted Bucket  running and hopping towards the mountain. He decided to follow him.

As Breeze climbed he began to suspect he was having a dream. It was the first time in his life when he had not been greeted by many animals and beings singing “Happy Birthday” when he entered the wood.

“I might as well go home and bake my own cake,” he mumbled.

At the entrance to the cave he stopped and sniffed the air. There was a strange smell of sugar and a whiff of what he suspected was sandwishes. “Wishful thinking,” he said and trudged into the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday” The roar from his friends made him jump. He banged his head off the stone ceiling. The mountain shook. Maisie who had accompanied the witches fell into the bowl of birthday orange juice and had to be fished out by Elegant using her wand.  Mrs. Groundsel who had fallen asleep on Breeze’s chair woke when the chair toppled over. Luckily she landed on Lovisma.

Breeze stood rubbing his head and smiling. He began to chuckle. “I thought you forgot.”

Tulip flew up to him, “Of course we didn’t but we needed to get your present ready. Look.”

Breeze looked. “You baked. It is the largest cake I have ever seen. Thank you everyone.”

Hamish was rubbing his back. “It is the heaviest cake I have ever carried. I’m not carrying it back. Let’s eat.”

Breeze frowned then asked. “But why did you need me out of here?”

Everyone moved aside to reveal a brand new giant bed made out of a fallen beech tree.

Breeze didn’t know what to say, luckily Lillian and Lovisma knew what to do, they both clambered onto the bed.

“It’s really bouncy.” They said and they showed how bouncy the thick layer of moss was as they did tumbles and rolls on it.

Breeze thanked everyone and said, “It’s my birthday, lets enjoy the party.” And they did.