It was in the BookGoSocial Children’s Book FB Group that I First found out about Ronald Craig. He had published a book ‘The Little Witch And The Lost Boy’. As a witch or a witch lover myself, I had to buy that book and I have not regretted. I loved the storyline and the characters, […]
I re blogged this on Mudpilewood for children and their parents to read and review.
I am searching for reviews and have in the past given away 25 copies of my first book in the hope that reviews, good or bad would be given on Goodreads or Amazon or even here. I have received 10 from UK readers, thank you all very much and 9 from those in the USA, again thank you.
So I have put the book on Kindle for free for the next few days in the hope that more people will read and review.
The links are for Uk:
and for USA
And here is a recent review from an Amazon customer
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Sally started on her list. 1. Keep Bubbles out of the way.
She put a nice comfy cushion on the sunny windowsill in her bedroom, next she placed Bubbles on top of the cushion.
“Now number two, the birds,” Sally whispered.
It was a tricky thing to do but Sally placed five fat seed balls on the bird table in their garden along with a full net of peanuts. Crossing her fingers she hoped the table wouldn’t break.
“Number three,” she said and went to collect his post from the postbox. Sally walked to Mr. Blunts door.
Bubbles ran up to her as Mr. Blunt opened his front door.
“Shoo cat!” He shouted.
“Bubbles came to say hello. She likes people.”
“Well, I don’t like her. Why have you got my post?” Mr. Blunt asked in a loud voice.
“I was being nice!” Sally whispered.
Just then, Bubbles ran in to the kitchen.
Mr. Blunt chased after her. Sally followed. Luckily for Bubbles, Sally was smaller and faster than Mr. Blunt. Diving under the table she caught Bubbles in her arms and dashed home.
“My teacher says practice makes perfect, we will make him smile.” Sally said hugging Bubbles to her.
Number four was – mow his lawn. But, Mr. Blunt had already mowed it.
Sally shook her head. “It is very hard to help some people.”
Number five: wash his car.
Sally took out the buckets and sponge for washing the car. She wanted the car to sparkle so she squeezed an extra dollop of liquid into the bucket.
She was washing the windows, when she heard a strange noise. She discovered there were dogs licking the car. Great big dollops of dog slobber were flying about and landing on the nice clean car.
“Shoo go away,” she said. They started barking.
Mr. Blunt came outside. “Who is making all that noise?” He stopped and stared at his car, which was covered in dogs of many shapes and sizes.
He was still shouting as Sally and the dogs ran away.
“Yes. It said, it will give the greatest shine all week long.” Sally said scratching number five off her list.
Number six: buy him some sweets.
Sally shook her piggy bank. She counted out loud, ‘four euro and two cents. I could buy an awful lot of chocolate for that.”
Scooping the money into her blue purse Sally walked along beside her mum with a hop and a skip. The money rattled as she moved.
The sweet shop with its rows of rainbow jars of sweets was her favorite shop. “He is a really old man so perhaps I should buy him soft sweets.”
The shopkeeper said, “that is a kind thought, yes jellies are over here.”
Sally scrunched up her face. Mr. Blunt reminded her of a shark. “What would a shark like?” she asked.
“Something strong and hard, I think, to crunch on.”
‘Well, he is an old shark so perhaps, some bulls eyes, chocolate candy, jelly babies and some soft jellies, just in case.’
Sally bought some chocolate mice for Bubbles and herself.
On the way home Sally said, “I don’t know how to give Mr. Blunt these sweets without making him mad.” She sighed. “How can I make him smile if all he does is get madder and madder?”
“Maybe he just doesn’t smile.” Mum said.
Sally grinned. ‘That is silly. Everyone smiles, even Bubbles smiles.’
Back home Sally walked to Mr. Blunts front door. She rang the doorbell. When the door opened Sally shoved the bag of sweets at him saying, ‘these are for you,’ and ran back home.
Mum asked, “did it work?”
“I don’t know.”
Mum bent down and gave Sally one of her extra special hugs.
“Number seven will make him smile, a great big toothy smile!”
Sally spent hours working on her picture. The bird table looked just like the one in her back garden, the birds looked like birds. Sally went to bed saying, “tomorrow I am going to see Mr. Blunt smile.”
That night Sally dreamed that Mr. Blunt smiled so much, he out shone the sun. It hid behind a cloud. The birds didn’t like his smile, they flew away. The dogs were frightened by it and howled like wolves.
On the way to his house, the next morning, the wind pulled the drawing from her hands. It landed in a puddle. She gave it a shake and continued to his door.
The door opened. “What? You’ve come to give me another tooth ache?”
“I drew a picture to make you smile, here it is.” She held the picture out for him to see.
He took the soggy picture and gave a nod of his head.
Sally was sad but she said, “I’m not giving up. I’ll write down my funny joke.”
Sally’s joke was:
A cheeseburger walked into a bar and said, “hello, can I have a pint of beer please?” The bartender replied “Sorry, we don’ t serve food”
Sally wondered how she could deliver it to him without him seeing her. Dad said, “Let’s send it by airmail.”
He showed Sally how to make and fly paper airplanes. Soon the kitchen was full of paper planes whizzing about.
“I can do this.” Sally said. Walking outside she took the empty bird food bucket and placing it upside down stood on it. She saw Bubble’s sitting in Mr. Blunts garden chair. The back door opened. Sally held her breath, pointed the nose of the plane in the direction of the back door and threw the plane.
It flew straight. Then with a – smack- it hit him on the nose. “Ouch! Who did that?” He roared.
Sally hid behind the fence. With a sigh Sally sat down on the bucket. Now she had to bake a cake. Sally didn’t like baking but she did like eating cakes.
She baked the cake with mums help. While it was cooling Sally made the icing. “This is the best bit”, she told Bubbles as she drizzled some icing on his paw. He tasted it. Sally went to clean her face and put on a clean tee shirt.
“Sorry Sally but it was delicious.” He said.
Sally had one chance left. But she didn’t know what to do. Mum gave her an idea. ” Mr. Blunts wife was a great gardener. ”
“Really?” Sally said. They were watching a tv program about gardening.
“She loved bright flowers.”
The man on TV was talking about Sunflowers. ” They are very smiley flowers, aren’t they?” Sally said. She went to find her dad.
“The trouble is real Sunflowers take months to grow, Sally,” he said.
Sally had a plan. First, she drew a huge sunflower. Then she and her Dad to his workshop. Days later they were finished. The flowers had bright yellow and orange faces. They had leaves for arms. The petals made a soft clicking sound that she knew the birds wouldn’t like. Her mum helped her paint the flowers.
“It will keep them away from Mr. Blunts garden and Bubbles too.” Sally said.
Next morning, Sally and her Dad went to Mr. Blunts house, very early to plant their sunflowers. “Don’t worry Sally, if he shouts, I’ll shout back.” Sally crossed her fingers.
Mr. Blunt was grumbling as he walked to the door. He opened it. “You!” he said to Sally.
“Follow us, Mr. Blunt, you have to see this.” Dad said.
Mr. Blunt followed them. They stood together and waited. Sally heard a strange sound. She felt sad, Mr. Blunt’s bottom lip was wobbling. She knew what that meant.
“I’m sorry, these were supposed to make you happy,” she whispered.
Mr. Blunt walked over and bending down hugged her lightly, ” Thank you. Can I touch them? My wife loved sunflowers, these are smashing!”
Sally did a cartwheel and laughed aloud. Her miles of smiles worked.
“Well done! Sally. I’ve made some gingerbread, can I bring it over?” Mum asked Mr. Blunt. He answered with a smile.
After that, Mr. Blunt became the smiliest man in the neighborhood. He even suggested they start a business. From then on every Saturday morning Sally, and Mr. Blunt sold sunflowers in the market. And every Sunday morning Mr. Blunt arrived at Sally’s house to hand her a small bag of chocolate mice for Sally, just to make her smile.
The wood smelt of cinnamon. Breeze sniffed the air, like a dog would. “Hmm someone is baking, time to go visit.” He stood and stepped further out onto the branch of the tree, then smiled as it bent gracefully towards the ground. Then he stepped off and said “time to investigate such surprisingly delightfully promising smells.”
He placed one large foot on the soft forest floor and went to visit Tulip, the best baker he knew. However when he got to his friend Tulips house it was to discover she was not feeling happy.
“Did you steal my baking?” Tulip, the fairy, flew close to his face.
He shook his head and said, “It is gone? Ahh no who would do such a nasty thing?”
Tulip bit her bottom lip and considered who the thief might be. They decided to set a trap. Breeze helped by taking hold of two of the biggest hot cross buns and blew on them to cool them before eating them.
“Really? Tulip said. That is your idea of helping? Making them disappear?”
“But this time you know when and where they are disappearing. Last time it was some slinky thief who stole them.”
His fingers itched as Tulip placed the other ten cakes on her windowsill to cool.
“Now we hide. “She told him.
“Perhaps I should just sample one more to make sure they really are..” he was drooling as he spoke. “No, hide now.” Tulip stamped her feet and he knew it was a sign that a fairy with a lot of magic was getting madder by the second. And he did not want to make her angry.
Breeze climbed into a tree close to her house and waited. He didn’t see what was happening at first. He simply heard a “swish” “swash” sound and when he peered at the house there was now nine cakes left.
“Bother” Tulip said from her hiding place close to him. “did you see who that was?”
Breeze shook his head.
“Hmm, a little magic is needed.” With that she flew back to her window and threw what Breeze thought was icing sugar on the cakes.
When she arrived back beside Breeze, she put her finger to her lips. He nodded and settled down for a snooze, after all if magic was being used then he had time for a nap.
He woke to see a dancing hopping bright blue light. It made his head ache, the light was too bright. “Turn it off, please ” he asked Tulip.
“In a minute, come with me.”
Breeze looked at her and wondered if now was a good time to point out that she always insisted he said, “please and thank you,” but she often forgot to say it. He decided to be quiet.
They discovered in the middle of the hopping blue light a very angry dancing bunny.
“He looks strange.” Breeze said.
“Herbert is very strange”
But he is the, Easter bunny isn’t he?” Breeze tilted his head sideways to examine the huge basket of easter eggs beside Herbert. “You can’t harm him then.”
“Tulip maybe it would be best to let him go.” Breeze spoke softly.
Tulip thought about this and decided Breeze was right. But only after she made Herbert eat two dozen hot cross buns. When he left he kept saying, “I will never want to see one of them ever again.”
Snowflakes twirled and danced about Molly. ” I love snow,” she said.
“Woof” Bob said jumping around her.
Molly whispered, “Quiet Bob. A Snow Dragon might hear us and run away.”
The dog nudged her with his nose, making her giggle.
They began their search in the garden. No Snow Dragon. They walked through the gate, looking right and left. Molly walked past Gran’s kitchen door. They looked in the garden shed, and behind the coal bags but didn’t find a Snow Dragon. They did meet many birds and Gran’s fat cat.
They walked to the front garden. They met the postman. “Hi Molly. Where are you going?” he asked.
“We are going to catch a Snow Dragon.” She whispered.
“Well – don’t let him catch you.” He said.
“No we won’t.” Molly told him.
Bob looked behind every tree. Molly looked at the bare branches. No Snow Dragon. “Not even a squirrel, Bob.” She said.
Molly looked behind them. The snow was falling onto the ground covering her footprints. She couldn’t see her house. “Let’s go home,” She said.
Molly made a snow ball. She threw it. “Go get it Bob,” She said.
He sat and watched it land. Molly sighed. Bob never chased tennis balls.
“Lets make a snowman instead.” She began by making a small ball and then dropped it on the ground. As she rolled it along the ground the snowball changed from being a round ball into a wobbly, wonky shape. It was big and getting bigger. Finally she reached her garden, they left it there and went indoors .
It was warm inside. Molly felt tired. She forgot about her snowball but told dad about her search for a Snow Dragon.
“I think there are no Snow Dragons,” she said. Molly felt sad.
“Maybe they are shy, creatures. Perhaps you should send an email to one and see what happens.”
“What would I say?” She liked this idea.
“That you believe in them but you would love to know what they look like. Wait then and see what happens. Granddad always said, they were magical creatures.”
Molly wiggled her nose as she thought about this. “Let’s do it, can you help please?”
The email was sent and Molly went to bed.
Next morning she got up and peeped out the window.
Her heart jumped for there in the garden was a large dragon. He was white and very still. Molly raced outside to see him. “Its a Snow Dragon.” She said to her dad who came to look at it. “He is not alive though he is just made of snow, how did he get here?”
“Molly you did say you would love to know what they look like, didn’t you?”
“I did. Now I know they are amazing.” She giggled, “he looks like Bob does when you say no to him.”
They took pictures of the Snow Dragon and a large picture hangs on Molly’s bedroom wall in case she forgets what they look like.
Breeze, the ogre, loved to eat. When he wasn’t eating he was sitting on a sturdy branch dreaming of eating. The trouble was if he saw food, he ate it.
One day he was passing the witch’s house when he saw a cake sitting on their porch. Breeze, wondered why anyone would do this.”A pretty looking cake deserves to be eaten.” He said aloud.
No one shouted, “no it doesn’t, leave it alone, that is mine.”
So in his mind, finders were keepers or in this case – eaters. Breeze ate the cake in one neat mouthful and went off to find a sunny spot to have a snooze.
“You ate my cake. In fact, you are always eating things without asking. It is time I taught you a lesson.” Lovisma flew over him and sprinkled some horrid pink dust on his head before heading home.
Breeze noticed two odd things when he woke up. Number one was; he wasn’t in a tree. He was swimming in a salty pond. The second one was he was eating and his nose seemed to be protruding from his face much more than it normally did. “How odd,” he said between munches. He looked down at his body and it too had changed. But it wasn’t for the better.
Because he was now a … seahorse.
(Drawing courtesy of Template.net)
“I am very hungry and why can’t I stop eating? ”
Hours later he was exhausted from eating non stop, but still hungry. He closed his eyes and thought about all that had happened since he ate the cake. It must have been Lovisma’s cake Breeze reasoned. Elegant witch would never turn me into a non stop eating seahorse but Lovisma would, perhaps I should ask her forgiveness.
The second he thought it, the tiny witch appeared before him. She smiled. “Do you give in?”
“What?” he asked between mouthfuls.
“Are you ready to apologise for eating my delectable cake?” She was standing with her arms folded.
Considering she didn’t look like she might explode with anger, Breeze nodded.
“I am really really sorry and will do anything to make up for it but just turn me back to the way I should be, chubby and green.”
Lovisma smiled. It wasn’t pleasant. Breeze held his breath he knew something nasty was about to happen.
“Okay so every Saturday for the next month you will bake cupcakes for me and you will wash up all of the baking equipment at….Tulips house, when she bakes.”
Breeze didn’t really listen, all he heard was cupcakes and Tulip bakes. He loved Cupcakes and there was no better baker than Tulip. “I agree”
She said, “If wishes were fishes and Ogres could bake cakes before dinner time let’s have Breeze back before the end of this rhyme.”
Breeze shivered and with a loud “pop” he leapt from the water onto the grass. Looking down at the ground he was delighted to see his nice chunky green toes.
Lovisma reminded him of where he was to be on Saturday morning and left him with a large smile on her face. Breeze was a little confused and decided the best thing to do was to go see Tulip and offer to do the washing up for her. “What a horrendous thought,” he shuddered and wondered what put such a task into his head.
She was the smallest dragon ever born. Everyone loved her. When the question was asked, “what is her name?” The answer was, “we haven’t found just the right one for this sweet little dragon yet, but we are working on it.”
The days rolled by and still she was called “sweetie.”
In desperation her mum, Katya said, “she doesn’t look fierce so we can’t call her Norberta or Saphira after her Grandmothers, I have been playing with the idea of a more traditional names of Tintaglia, Firsen and Cordelia but they don’t sound right either.”
Her dad said, “right we will work on it, but she doesn’t sound sweet today.”
And he was correct. The tiniest dragon with pink and purple scales was howling like a banshee. She hadn’t eaten in a long time. The trouble was she didn’t like anything they fed her. Her older sister Tabitha arrived at that moment clutching a bunch of nasturtiums and sweet peas. “I thought these would look nice on our salad mum.” she said walking past her baby sister.
The baby grabbed the sweet peas in her tiny claws then ate them in one swift gulp. Tabitha stopped and smiled. “You like them, don’t you?” She held out the entire bunch to the baby. Seconds later they were gone and with a delicate belch and smile the baby fell asleep.
Tabitha looked at her mum and dad. “I think you should call her Sweet-pea.”
And they did.
Here she is, Sweetpea my coloured-in version and a blank one for you to colour in;
With five hundred and fifty five sacks of nectar collected, I only have six more to go. Then I will be collector of the week, Horace thought as he paused for a break.
It was humid and hot, not two of his favourite words but work was work and families had mouths and they needed to be fed.
He paused and with a neat flick his strawlike tongue zipped outwards and got …nada… zilch…nothing.
Again, it can’t be happening again. Oh gosh, that’s the third time today. I’m overworked, I’m finished I won’t make the top of the pollen charts today or tomorrow. I must be ill. As he ranted and raved, a strange noise caught his attention. He paused and looked about him. The other insects around were mostly bees or the odd horsefly, but he could have sworn he heard a giggle. He didn’t see anyone watching him.
“Oh god, its worse than I thought, I’m going cuckoo, mad, batty.” He shuddered – he hated bats.
Horace considered his options. To return home now would be to admit total and utter defeat. “I’m not a quitter, ” he muttered. “I’ll move on to the next plant and try once more.”
Horace waited for the wind to lift and like the other butterflies about him he had a knack of taking off just at the right moment. However, today when he stretched his wings for take off, he noticed that something was not quite right. I feel as though I am gaining weight. Must go back to Moving and Meditating Classes, they did me good the last time. He decided as he flew on to the next plant.
He landed with a thump and gave himself a minute. He closed his eyes and pictured a calm scene. Night time and his bed.
Meanwhile Lolita ladybug had unattached herself from him and was busy collecting nectar. Horace is exceptionally stupid, he closes his eyes for a minute each time he lands. She hummed as she worked.
Butterflies were famous for being less than clever but today she had hit the jackpot, so far she had robbed Horace of six sacks of nectar and if she played her cards right he would even give her a ride back home.
The sun was dropping to its bed, the level of noise was dropping as most animals were settling down for the night. Horace was almost home. He was exhausted and flying low to the ground. As he flew over a discarded bicycle he noticed a strange reflection. It can’t be me, I am never that shape, he thought and circled for a better look.
Lolita, I will fix her. But saying it and doing it are two very different things. Horace didn’t want to hurt her merely give her a fright. Suddenly he saw the perfect place to do it. It was a steep climb but he made it. He dropped very low over the basin and with a huge effort gave his wings a shake. The sleepy ladybird slid off the end of his wing, the sacks of pollen followed her dropping through the air. As Lolita woke with a fright she began to scream. Feeling the sudden rush of air, she began to flick her wings to stop her fall. It was enough for Horace to turn around dive between her and the sacks and collect them with his outspread wings.
“Don’t mess with me again. I am not stupid.” Horace said as he turned for home.
With a shrug Lolita vowed she would have better luck tomorrow as she too made her way home.
Breeze was smiling because he could smell his favorite smell – cakes baking. He slid off the branch and began to wander through the forest. He knew if he took his time he would miss the messy washing up bit and land at Tulips door in time for afternoon tea and cake.
His smile lasted for about ten seconds. It was the saddest looking dragon who took his happy smile away. The dragon was green and miserable.
“Hey, What is wrong with you buddy?” Breeze asked.
“My life is ruined and all because of my hot breath.” The dragon mumbled.
Breeze frowned and sat down, a safe distance away, from the grumpy dragon.
“But, Frank even I know that your speciality is fire breathing” Breeze spoke softly not wishing to annoy the small dragon.
“Yes but not when you love flowers and want to be a botanist.”
“A what?” Breeze looked about him wondering if he had fallen on his head and was having a terrible nightmare, because not one bit of this conversation was making sense to him.
“I like studying and growing flowers but it won’t work cos often, much too often they end up looking like toast.”
Breeze opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again. He was afraid to say what he was thinking.
The dragon spoke for him. “No burnt flowers do not taste like toast. They simply look burnt.”
“Okay I know what to do lets talk to Elegant witch.” Breeze stood, told Frank where to meet him and ran off to see Elegant.
Unfortunately for him she wasn’t baking, she was cleaning her house using a broom.
Breeze watched her work and frowned. The world is gone upside down, he thought, dragons who want to potter about in the garden and witches who use a broom for sweeping.
Her chuckle startled him. “I heard that Breeze and no I am not crazy. I just like sweeping.” Putting down the broom she asked him, “What problem have you brought to me today?”
Breeze told her about Frank. It was Elegants turn to look worried. “If I stop his fiery breath, the others will not like it.” Elegant began to pace about the room. There was a bee dancing on the window ledge, very gently Elegant shooed it from the room. Then she turned to Breeze, “That is the answer.”
Breeze frowned. He didn’t think a bee on a window was an answer to anything but he knew Elegant to be a clever witch so he waited for her to return.
Frank arrived as Elegant finished her spell. When the dragon nervously asked her if she could help, she smiled and held out the hat for him. “It is smashing but won’t it go on fire too?”
Breeze moved out of the way and said, “Try it” then as fast as he could he ran to Tulips house. Afterall if the magical beekeepers helmet worked the dragon would be happy and if it didn’t then Breeze might have a lot of ashes to sweep up and Breeze hated sweeping.
Izzy the fairy, asked Ciara her boss, “Could I have a different job please?
This year I won’t be seen turning the trees green.”
Izzy was spinning sending fairy dust high in the air.
Hedgehogs were walking round and round
their spikes were curly as birds song sank to the ground
Izzy said. ‘I could fill the rain clouds up real slow or clean Cupid’s bow!”
Ciara tilted her head and said, “I’ll need to sit for a bit, and find a job to fit.”
Izzy sat on a toadstool and flicked morning dew with her feet.
“Hoi stop that!” a rabbit shouted. “I don’t like getting wet. ”
“Well I don’t like funny bunnies,” she said.
A field mouse scurried by muttering, “Spring is late.”
Izzy asked, “Is there an exact date?”
She hid inside a postbox and sat on a letter
Hoping she would feel better.
First she wriggled her nose
Then later twiddled her toes.
The wind carried her name past the silent trees,
Izzy flew with the sound on the strong breeze,
“Izzy, you could be a Web cleaner!” Ciara said as Izzy groaned.
Ugh it’s a terrible job, I’ll get dirty’, Izzy moaned.
Ciara explained, “You see, although I thought and thought
all I came up with was a big fat naught.’
Ciara had an idea, “Rose the tooth fairy needs help for she is busy
And I wonder if it would suit you Izzy?!”
Izzy laughed. “I’m to be a tooth fairy!”
Clapping her hands she said, “Oh goody, can I start early?”
Izzy told everyone of her new important job.
The busy worm family looked interested when Izzy told them of her new line of work,
Luckily she didn’t hear one of the young ones ask, “What’s a tooth then? It sounds like it should be in a book!”
At dusk Izzy was waiting to go,
Rose warned, ‘tonight will not be long and slow’
For now I have someone to help speed up the night,
Everything will be alright.
They flew through the keyhole at the first door,
And waited till they heard a light snore,
Then Rose plucked the tooth from beneath the child’s head
While Izzy carefully put the coin there instead
On the way out, Izzy saw a shining circle that was saying tick tock
Rose laughingly explained it was a clock
Father Time will not like to hear that he is no longer needed Izzy said,
Wondering how much longer it would be before she was back in bed
The childrens rooms were full of treasures Izzy wished she could do more than look,
Dolls, teddies, cars and games mixed with lots and lots of colouring books,
There was a large box with a shiny dark space,
So dark Izzy could see her face,
‘What does it do?” Izzy dared to ask,
Rose couldn’t stop with her task
“I don’t know! Oh Izzy we are missing a tooth, I don’t know if its big or small!
Only that it’s not there at all!’
“Maybe it didn’t fall out on time!” Izzy suggested with a smile.
Rose looked grumpy, “Izzy we’ll have to come back in a while.”
The next night Izzy returned and stopped at the foot of Sara’s bed.
There was a lot of sniffling and then a gentle cough. Sara sat up straight and said,
“Who are you?”
Izzy a truthful fairy said. “Izzy!”
Sara giggled, “Whats an Izzy? Sounds like Fizzy! ”
Izzy was at a loss,
without her boss.
Her problem of how to help Sara sleep,
made Izzy think long and deep,
Her eyes were big and round as she watched and listened without a sound.
As Sara drew funny looking houses, dancing spoons, smiling suns and moons.
When Sara fell asleep Izzy took a peep.
There beneath the pillow was a tiny tooth they missed,
Izzy took the tooth and put the coin in its place, ‘that’s another one off Rose’s list,
The next night Izzy visited Sara to play
To her surprise she heard Sara say,
‘George our horse looks like he is made of wobbling jellies,
I’ve given him a big funny grin and he is wearing wellies.
Sara finished him, giving him a spikey mane and a fuzzy tail.
Izzy smiled “He looks like fun, why not give him a quick run!”
Taking a tiny bit of Izzy dust she threw it over him,
He left with a wink saying ‘Call me Jim’
Some time later they heard a familiar call. “Iiiiizzzzzzzzyyyyy”
“Ooopps got to go and look busy’
Ciara was looking slightly mad,
“Jim says you made him. Izzy what ever have you been up to?”
“I told you!” Jim said. Ciara waved a finger at him and said ‘Shoo!’
With a toss of his mane and a flick of his tail he left saying boo hoo.
Ciara frowned. ‘Izzy I feel you need, something with action and speed
Izzy crossed her fingers hoping for something nice,
Perhaps I’ll be looking after the three blind mice,
Ciara said, “ The sky is looking dark and dreary,
I need you to make it look far more cheery.”
Izzy was grinning at these words clapping her hands with glee,
Ciara said, ‘But every day I will stop by to check you have kept your promise to me.’
So If you peep up at the sky and see so many flying sheep or wobbly horses you feel dizzy
Remember to say thanks to the tiny fairy called Izzy!