A snippet of a story about my friend Lottie and Bob.

Just like Bob.

 

If you live in a world that is upside down and inside out you shouldn’t be surprised when everything twists right way around.

However, Lovisma Tabitha Toothwich (or Lottie for short) was very surprised, because Lottie believed she was always right.

It  began with a loud clanging at the front door. This was no ordinary clanging. This noise made the house shake and shiver. Lottie’s letterbox was never this noisy.

“Sounds like someone trying to get out? Or is that in?” Lottie climbed down from her seat on the windowsill where she had been eating a bowl of crinkle poppets for breakfast, before going to bed.

“I wonder who that isn’t,” she said and hid. She liked being alone.

The howling wind pushed the door open. The curtain fluttered.  Lottie crept to the door. She  looked out. “There is no one about.”

A rumbling sound from the roses got her attention. The roses shook and quivered. Lottie got down on her knees. She crawled forward,  until her tiny snub nose bumped off a cold black nose. “Ouch” she said giggling when her face was washed by a long warm tongue.

She blinked. Peeping out at her was a large hairy dog. “What are you?” She asked  him.

He licked her face again.

Lottie noticed two things. The crinkle poppet he collected off her chin – he swallowed. And, he was wearing pink sunglasses.

 

bob in sunglasses

“Are you hungry?” Lottie asked then she cartwheeled inside. His paws went pitter patter as he followed.

“How unusual. Why do you walk?” She muttered.

The dog smiled. She frowned.

He thumped his tail off the ground. There was a letter attached to his tail by a red ribbon.

She told him to sit. He did. Lottie untied the ribbon. She read the letter while standing on her hands.

Dear Ms. Grumpy,

Bob is here to turn your topsy turvey world right way round.

But you must do everything just like Bob. Please take care of him.

Your new best friend,

Miles of Smiles, or Smiley (for short).

(I will collect Bob when the time is right.)

Breeze’s Secret Job.

“I will never tell you another truthful story about me.” Breeze said.

Tulip frowned. She didn’t understand why and asked him to explain.

“Because since I told you about the tree all you do is ask me questions.” He folded his arms infront of his chest. “Stop doing it.”

Tulip smiled. “Okay but perhaps you will answer me this one last question. Why did you stop gardening?”

Breeze scowled at her.

Mrs Groundsel was walking past them. She was delivering a batch of blackberry jam to her friend Robyn and heard Tulips question. She stopped and said, “why would you think he has?”

“Because he is always asleep or sitting in a tree?” Tulip said.

“Not always only when you are around.” Mrs Groundsel walked away.

Breeze climbed his tree and Tulip was tired of asking questions so she went home.

Tulip didn’t forget Mrs. Groundsel’s answer. She decided to become a Fairy detective.  She began to get up earlier in the morning and go to bed late at night. But it didn’t matter, whenever she went looking for him Breeze was always asleep. Izzy asked Tulip, “do you need a sleeping potion? You look very tired and your wings are droopy looking.”

Tulip told her the reason why she was feeling so tired.

Izzy was quiet for a while as she  sipped her tea. Suddenly she said, “I know why you can’t find him working or moving about during the day because he is working at night.”

Tulip shook her head. “No Breeze is not a bat he is that jolly green ogre we keep tripping over on the porch when we have finished baking. He can smell vanilla icing a mile away.”

Izzy said, “tonight you and I will keep watch. I will go to his cave and watch from high above it. You can stay at the edge of the forest. You can follow him.”

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The moon was bright, the sky a dark curtain behind it.

Izzy was sitting a short distance from the entrance to Breeze’s cave. She was knitting a jumper for a baby rabbit. Tulip was writing out new recipes at the edge of the wood as she waited for Izzy’s signal.

Suddenly Izzy heard Breeze stomping out of his cave.  Spike was sitting on his shoulder. They walked straight past Izzy without seeing her. She waited until they were a little distance away then she send a ribbon of light shooting into the sky.

Tulip spotted the signal. She sent her recipe book back to her kitchen and hid.

It didn’t take long for Breeze to appear on the path from the mountains. Tulip was surprised when he didn’t enter the wood but turned sharp left and walked towards the flat fields behind the trees.

She stayed well behind him. Tulip didn’t want him to see her.  He walked for a long time, through three giant fields.

Then suddenly he came to a small field. Breeze bent low. Spike jumped from his shoulder.

Tulip forgot to watch Breeze she was too busy trying to recognize all of the vegetables she saw growing in the field.

“He is a secret gardener. ” She sat in the hedge for a while and watched him work. He was very good. There were no weeds in his garden just healthy, carrots, potatoes, sweetcorn, peas and beans. Suddenly she had answers to a lot of her questions. It was Breeze who supplied everyone with the vegetables they loved when they couldn’t find them close to Mudpile Wood.

Tulip wanted to rush out and give him a hug. But, she knew she couldn’t. It was his secret to keep or reveal and not hers.

She decided to go home.

Next day at lunch time Tulip was asleep when there was a loud knock at her front door. It was Izzy, ” So you didn’t find out where he went or what he did?”

Tulip said “Yes, I mean no I didn’t.”

Izzy smiled “And I suppose you didn’t bake the giant gingerbread man Breeze is sharing with everyone in the middle of the clearing?”

Tulip looked very innocent and tired. “No, I can only bake small gingerbread men in my small oven.”

Izzy decided not to ask any more questions. “You look tired. I will bring you back some of the amazing gingerbread. Pity we don’t have the recipe, isn’t it?”

Tulip was too tired to worry about her friends twinkling eyes. She went back to bed.

 

tulips gingerbread man

The Tree – Breeze’s Link to his tree.

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Tulip sat beside Breeze. Her legs were swinging back and forth as she sat on a wide smooth branch.

“What is it with you and trees?” She scrunched up her nose against the strong sunlight as she stared up at him.

“I like trees. That is it.” he said with a dreamy smile.

“But…why?” She asked him.

He considered his answer for a while. “I suppose all of my family liked trees. My grandfather grew his own apple trees, the orchard is over there.” Breeze waved his right arm in the direction of Treacle Wood, many miles away.

“My dad loved to weave baskets from willow and he adored willow trees because he could sit in the shade and work all day long.”

Tulip said, “so trees have been a thing in your family for years.”

“Yes.” Breeze said. “Have you any more questions before I take a nap.”

“Just one. Why this tree?” She looked about them, there were many other giant trees in the wood but Breeze always went to this one.

“Because I grew it.”

His answer surprised her. “You grew it?” She looked at him closely.  She could not imagine him planting anything. She tried to picture it.

“You can’t be that old.”

“For an ogre I am not. But I am still many years older than this tree.” He smiled then said,  “I remember the day I planted it. I was mad at Mrs. Groundsel. She called me a lazy young ogre who couldn’t be bothered to do anything.” Breeze yawned. “So I decided to show her I could do something. I planted the seed. I  came back every day to water and talk to it. Trees like company. It became like a …” He tapped his head with his fingers searching for a word.

“Hobby?” Tulip suggested.

“Pet.” Breeze said. “I grew fond of it and that was that.”

“That was that.” Tulip repeated. “Did you plant many more?”

Breeze nodded his head. “Loads, there was only five trees here when I started, now look.”

Tulip looked at the many hundreds of trees.

“You really are a s ..” she began.

“Strange ogre?” Breeze said.

“Surprising ogre. I think you deserve a blueberry muffin after all that work. I will bring it by later.” She flew away and left Breeze to have a nap.

 

 

We won an Award!!!

We are all really happy, a big thank you to davidmbeecroft. He has awarded us the Liebster Award.

 

Before I explain the rules of the Award and answer David’s tricky questions I would like to say this about him: he has a way with words that stops you in your tracks and makes you think about why you do stuff. This, for me is a much needed few minutes of reading. I love his thoughts for today. Check out his blog on the link above and judge for yourself.

 

THE LIEBSTER AWARD

Which in our minds is a giant twelve foot shiny button that cannot stay still as it flashes like a rainbow coloured traffic lights.

 

Liebster Award

 

Liebster Award Rules

 

The Questions were answered by Breeze with notes /remarks by Tulip in brackets.

Q1: Do you like tea?

Yes if it is flavored with vanilla muffins.
(What he means is he drinks muffin soup )

Q2: What are you having for dinner tonight?

Pumpkin Stew with wild rice and mushrooms and I can’t wait for it.
(Cooked by Mrs Groundsel because all Breeze can cook is eggs, boiled, fried, scrambled or poached)

Q3: If you could have any super-power, what would it be?

To be able to shrink as small as a fairy.

(He wants to be able to fit into my kitchen and eat all the muffins and cakes!)

Q4: Do you have a super power/ ability?

My current super power is climbing Trees. I am the only Ogre who can do this.
(He learnt to do this to avoid going to school or working)

Q5: Why?

I climb trees because I love watching clouds and the world below me. It is also a pretty powerful place to sleep.
(He is hidden from view and can sleep his days away instead of working)

Q6: How strong are you?

I can lift a 200 year old tree full of birds.

(It comes in handy if a tree falls to the ground)

Q7: What colour eyes do you have?

Dark brown.

Q8: How are you today?

 I am a little tired because I helped Hamish paint his house a beautiful shade of purple.

 (This means they painted the house, themselves and their pets, and the surrounding trees purple. Some of the birds were pretty angry to find their nests were now a yucky shade of purple.)

Q9: Snog, marry, ignore? I prefer to ignore.

Q10: What pet would you like to own?

 I am happy with my pet frog. Spike has a remarkable love for dancing.He does not sing much but he loves to dance especially hip hop dancing.
(Luckily frogs hate cup cakes.)

Q11: What is the happiest you have ever been?

 When I was a toddler I fell into a batch of marshmallow Icing. It was better than any present. (This is true I was told he ate his way out of the bowl)
And the last part of the award is to pass this award on to other bloggers so here we go:
4 Confessions of a crummy mummy
5  ecschmit87
6  swimintheadultpool.com
Now for the tricky part your list of questions are as follows:
1 If you were stuck on an island what is the one thing you would bring with you?
2  Which do you prefer exercising or reading or blogging?]
3  Why did you start blogging?
4 World War three has broken out what do you do?
5 What is your favorite film?
6 Do you still hang out or keep in contact with your school friends?
7 List your top five favorite foods
8 Are you a city person or a country person?
9  What makes you happy?
10 what makes you sad?
11 What would you like to be when you grow up?
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A map creates chaos. Part two.

Breeze left the group to work on their new problem. How to make sure a house would not be moved. He knew this would be tricky once there was a magic spell involved. He believed it wouldn’t matter if you tied it to a mountain because magic is magic and always works.

Minutes later he was sitting on Tulips decking eating a warm cherry scone. “This is nice” he said staring at the scone.

Tulip smiled then said, “But?”

“But I don’t care if the fairy cakes are a day old I will still eat them.” He looked sadly at the cherry bun. “Besides I hate cherries almost as much as I dislike bold tiny witches.”

He told Tulip about the map and explained why there was sounds of hammering and banging coming from the wood. They sat for a while and thought about the problem.

“I think the only way for Lovisma to listen is for us to turn her trick around.” Tulip said.

“How?”

Tulip considered her answer carefully.  “You say everyone is tying their houses down well I have an idea that might fix this problem. ”

Breeze took some cherries out of the scone handed them to Tulip before popping the scone into his mouth. “Will she like it?”

Tulip laughed “She will hate it. We will work on our plan and before we go to sleep tonight your worries will be over.”

The sun woke Breeze up by dancing about in the sky. When Breeze peeped out of his cave door he saw why the sun was dancing.  Lovisma was on her broomstick. She appeared to be carving monsters out of the clouds. He sat and watched her for a moment. She was good. When each monster was carved it woke up and chased the last monster she created. The sky was full of hopping cloud monsters. The sun was trying to peep through the sky of moving monsters.

He shouted to her. “Morning Lovisma.”

She flew close to his door. “Morning Mr. Breeze. Grace said you loved my map.” She was hovering in the air level with his eyes. “Did you really?”

“I did but I have some questions for you perhaps we should go and look at it.”

When they got to the map they saw there was a group camping around it. They were asleep until Lovisma giggled and pointed at the tail of her broom stick. The tail twitched making a sound like a huge bell. The loud boooooommm shook the leaves from the trees.

Breeze shook his head. “That wasn’t a nice way to wake everyone.”

“It was fun. What is wrong with my map.”

“The houses are in the wrong place.”

Lovisma smiled. “I don’t thinkthey are,” she turned to the small group and asked them, “what is wrong with my map?”

Everyone roared, “the houses are in the wrong places.”

The most amazing thing happened every house in the wood rose high above the trees, there was a rainbow coloured ribbon linking each house together.

Lovisma looked at the ribbon.  She scowled. “hat is odd I don’t remember that, what is it attached to?”

Her eyes opened wide when she saw what was at the end of the ribbon. “It’s….My house, put my house back where it belongs.”

Tulip and Izzy appeared beside her. “We can’t put your house back until you put everyone else’s house back where it belongs.”

Lovisma got mad. Her broom stick flew away. Her hat jumped off her head. She spun about and shouted but the fairies ignored her. In the end she had to put the houses back. She stomped off to find her broom stick before any thing else went wrong on her.

A map creates chaos.

Breeze felt happy after his swim with the hippo’s.  He was a little bit dirty, this was due to Grace’s love for mud fights. But it was fun and Breeze did like mud.

His happiness vanished when he saw a crowd of animals and elves staring at Lovisma’s map.

Hamish asked Breeze, “Is this a joke,  nothing is in the right place.”

Elvis a rabbit who couldn’t sit still was running around the group shouting “It is a trick. She will turn you all into horrid monsters.”

Breeze said, “No it is simply a painting. Not a great painting but a painting.”

Mrs. Groundsel had a baby pixie in her arms. “It is a terrible painting, little Dee keeps crying when she looks at it. What I am afraid of most is that none of our houses are in the right place.”

Hamish looked interested when she said this. He slowly said, “maybe this is where they will be tomorrow.”

Martin a dwarf who loved decorating his house, jumped to his feet and shouted, “she is going to mess with our houses, best to tie them down.”

The group ran in every direction, everyone shouting, “yes tie them down, good and tight.”

Breeze sat on the ground and thought about this a little. This problem felt like another trick and he would need a spell or two to solve it.  He set off for Tulips house.  “I do hope she is baking I could use a really huge fairy cake just now.”

Lovisma’s Masterpiece

The very next morning there was a loud rumbling heard in the wood. The ground was trembling. Trees were shivering so much birds were being thrown out of them.

Breeze climbed to the highest point of his tree and looked in the direction of the noise. He smiled. “It is no wonder everything is quivering and quaking, it is Grace the hippopotamus and her friends coming to visit.”

He slid down the tree and went to meet them.  Grace and three other hippo’s stopped before Breeze. “It is a special delivery for you.” Grace huffed and puffed from beneath a large chunk of a tree.  Carefully they lowered it to the ground.

Breeze groaned “it is Lovisma’s map.”

Grace said, “you are very clever for an Ogre. We will tell her you liked it.” She turned to her friends and said, “Job done lets go for a swim.” The hippo’s thundered off leaving Breeze staring at the map.

 

Lovisma's map

He muttered  “I think I will go swimming too. I will leave this map here and maybe some bark munching invisible monsters will come and eat it.”

He raced off before Lovisma appeared.