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;