The story of Star the stubborn duck.

Breeze decided today he would find the answer to the question, – why would a duck wear wellington boots?

Duckys

He dressed early, long before the sun was up, packed a snack bag full of berries, oat bars, apples and a giant raspberry muffin. “Best not take any chances for I could be waiting a long time for this strange duck to appear.” He muttered.

When he arrived at the pond he was happy to see the only occupant was a frog. Spike popped out of Breeze’s pocket and went to have a chat with his friend on a lily leaf.

Breeze climbed into the nearest tree close to the pond and sat. Soon he was rewarded by the sight of a long thin duck clomping his way across the grass to the pond. Breeze decided to stay where he was, so he wouldn’t frighten the strange duck.

“Morning,” he said.

The duck looked at Breeze and said, “Morning.” Then turned to the water and bending low took a long drink.

“Nice boots.” Breeze said.

“Thank you. I rather like them as well.” The duck sat down on the grass and stared at Breeze.

“I don’t see many ogres hiding in trees.” The duck said.

“And I don’t see many ducks wearing blue boots with yellow stars.” Breeze politely replied.

“No seems like we are both a little different.”

Breeze decided then and there he liked this strange duck. “I am Breeze, would you like an apple?” At the duck’s nod he threw an apple to the duck.

“Thank you I am Star.” the duck said.

“Can I ask why you wear boots?”

Star the duck smiled. After a few moments of thought he said, “Because I am allergic to water, it makes my feathers itch and turn red.”

Breeze looked at the duck and at his blue boots. He didn’t believe this story and decided beaks are pointy and a snip from a bird can hurt. His answer was tactful.  “That makes sense I suppose. I should go, but would you like the rest of my picnic?”

“Thank you. It does get boring watching my friends playing in water while I simply sit and stare.”

“Good bye Star, I will ask my friend Tulip to solve your problem.” As he left he noticed a sadness in the ducks eyes.

Later Breeze discovered the truth from Tulip, his best friend. “Star is one silly stubborn duck. She got her feet trapped in those wellies by Lovisma because she kept stealing Lovisma’s fish dinners. If the duck asks for help the curse will be lifted, but she is one stubborn duck.”

“So I  should help her if she won’t help herself.” He muttered.

Breeze went in search of Lovisma. He found her concocting a smelly potion in her favorite bright red cauldron.

“I’m busy.” She said.

“I don’t care.” Breeze said. He walked over and gave the witch a nudge with his elbow sending her wand flying some distance away. She fell over and he sat on her.

“Now you are not busy and I want you to release Star from the spell. I will make sure she doesn’t eat your dinners anymore. Do we have a deal?”

Lovisma was turning a nasty shade of pink, a colour she detested. She squeaked, “Yes but get off me you oaf you are squishing me and ruining my potion.”

He stood and helped her to her feet. “You don’t look squished merely pink.” He said with a smile. “Do it now, release Star.”

Lovisma grumbled and groaned but she did as he asked for one simple reason Breeze knew too many people whose magic was stronger than hers.

Breeze returned to the pond and wasn’t surprised to see a pair of blue boots with yellow stars sitting beside his empty lunch bag. Sitting on the bag was a note. It read: Thank you for helping me, I am flying to the nearest orchard to find some sweet apples, they taste better than fish.

Breeze hoped she would leave some apples for him because he would hate to have to squish a pretty thin duck.

Star the Duck who was allergic

Breeze loved watching ducks and geese down by the pond because though he loved swimming his splashes tended to empty the pond.

One afternoon he spotted a visitor who arrived to the pond. The tall thin duck sat close to the bank and would occasionally dip his beak into the water, take a drink before resuming his chat to the occupants of the pond.

Over the next few days he noticed the same duck was always sitting when he arrived and never swam in the pond.

He decided this was a mystery begging to be solved. Before he got a chance to approach the newcomer and ask if all was well. The duck got to his feet and waddled away.

That was when Breeze made a startling discovery, the duck was wearing a very

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snazzy pair

Duckysof boots!

The Day the Trees cried.

Daisy-Lyah woke Breeze by tickling his nose with some grass. Minutes later his nose still itched as he trudged along trying not to step on Lisbeth who was saying  “Hurry, Mr. Breeze. Can’t you run?”

Daisy-Lyah was flying ahead of them. The thought of running always gave Breeze a headache so he walked.

He was thinking this had better be good to have woken me from such a delicious nap  when they came to a stop. He stared at the trees before them.

“See the trees are crying please make them stop.” Daisy-Lyah’s bottom lip was wobbling while Lisbeth was jumping up and down on Breeze’s right foot.

Breeze had never seen a tree cry and he was afraid to admit it but Breeze found this fascinating. Why would a tree cry? He wondered, they have everything they need here. Nice rich soil, loads of sunshine and rain and I talk to them. 

They must be hurt” he whispered to the two girls.  They ran away shouting, “We will get bandages”.

Breeze ran his finger along the bark of the first tree. He felt a small hole in the bark. Who would do such a thing? A flurry of movement caught his eye and Breeze saw a bird clinging to the tree a little distance away. He appeared to be tapping the wood with his beak. “Doesn’t that hurt you?” Breeze asked. “Why are you doing it?”

The bird said “I have lost my house. I had a nice home in a hole in a trunk of a tree close to here but the tree fell in the storm last winter. Now I have no home so I am trying to make one. I am searching for soft wood to make a hole to live in.”

Breeze scratched  his head and thought about this strange problem. A home for a bird. The words rattled around  his head for a while. Suddenly he said, ” I know come with me.”

When Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah returned Breeze was putting ointment on the trees. “They are not crying they are hurt, so I am putting a cream on them and you can put on a bandage, please.”

When they were finished they stood back and admired their work.

The trees wore ribbons of different colours. “They do look smart. They will heal quickly.”  He told Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah  who promised to check the bandages.

“What made them cry?” Lisbeth asked.

Breeze told her and said, “I think the problem is solved come and see.” He brought them to Hamish’s house and pointed at a tree close to the house.

There sitting on a branch was a boot sitting on its side on a branch. “It is a smelly old boot.” Daisy-lyah whispered.

“But not any old smelly boot,” Breeze said, “it is the home of a tappin bird called Fred.”

On hearing his name the bird flew out of its new home and sat on a branch singing a happy song.

The trees did stop crying and they all loved their ribbons so much Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah had a new job to do each day.

 

 

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An Ogre’s Guide to Holidaying in Mudpile Wood

According to a certain Dog  bob   you need to take precautions before taking a holiday in Mudpile Wood. I disagree.   But to make the most of your trip you should be prepared.

1.         For plenty of mud fun. As the name of the wood suggests we like wallowing in it. You can be certain you won’t get sun burnt but you will leave with amazing skin.

2.         There will be many parties. The late nights are followed by long sleepy mornings broken with a long lazy breakfast on left overs and finally a snoozy afternoon.

3.         Visitors are not allowed to work. Most occupants of the wood don’t like working so why should we ask you to do it?

4.        I do agree with Mr. Bob about:

a)     Warm hats and gloves, (finger-less gloves are best in case you are trapped in a warlock’s tavern, you may have to pick a slippy, disgusting lock to escape.)

b)     Wellington Boots (but not red, as witches despise red boots, they tend to set them on fire.

c)       Chocolate smelling deodorant. Everyone in Mudpile hates eating chocolate but they adore the smell.

d)      A clever friend who can solve puzzles in case Murphy the Leprechaun catches you, he will only release you when you solve his puzzle.Bring loads of books. Ogres have an insatiable appetite. First they  read the book then they eat it.

5.    I love books. They give me ideas, as I eat them. ( I learnt this lesson from a friend of mine called Hungry Henry. I will tell you about him another time.)