The Great Bubble Chase

Frankie! Are you awake.”

Awake? Wide awake sir!” Frankie blinked and looked about him wondering what he had missed.

Right, perhaps you can explain the story to everyone here.”

Of course Frankie couldn’t. From that moment on Frankie discovered that each time he glanced out of the window, his teacher asked him a question. It was really most annoying he decided. After all he had no time to lose if he was to solve his great mystery, of what he was good at doing. His friends seemed to be able to do something really well. Being ordinary is boring to him. He wants to do something so amazing that he would be famous.

His Mum and Dad noticed he never listened to them. Lately they agreed that they wished that he wouldn’t dream so much.

His big sister, Alice, thinks that Frankie is a pest with a capital P. She wishes he would be very quiet, every now and again, for a bit of peace.

His teacher Mr. Woods if asked would have said that Frankie talks too much and never listens in class. He wishes that Frankie would simply listen when he should and answer when he should.

Frankie decided to make a list. This sounded easy but, he found it is never easy to list those things that you could do far far better than anyone else. After many false starts Frankie started writing his list. The first thing on the list sounded simple. To hold his breath longer than anyone else could. He practiced it as he walked to school but his best mate Jim thought that Frankie was day dreaming and stopped talking to him.

The next evening he tried it while he was eating dinner. Big mistake! Frankie had reached thirty when he began to feel strange. His face turned a very peculiar colour but he kept counting. His mum noticed the strange colour and she sprang into action.

Slapping him hard on the back, she said, “Frankie, Could you please remember to chew your food properly. Stop holding your breath, you are not good enough to break that record.” Just to make sure his mum watched him carefully for the remainder of the meal.

Frankie decided, adults were strange, he had explained he was attempting to set a World record, and now they were mucking it up.. More worrying for him was the certain truth, his Mum and Dad were especially good at putting a stop to things that they didn’t like.

He cheered up later when he found a giant earthworm in the garden . Chasing Alice around the garden made him laugh.

He sat on the fence and looked at his short list, the second suggestion was also the last.

It said, and Frankie had to turn the torn page upside down. ‘Stand on mi head.’

Standing on your head sounded easy. It was easy but for one small obstacle. A furry, purring, playful one called Scrappy. Each time Frankie stood on his head, Scrappy thought it was playtime. Being pounced on by a playful cat knocked that effort off his list. So now Frankie was right back at the beginning, thinking and dreaming up ideas.

It was while he was helping his Dad put up some shelves that Frankie had his next brain wave. Frankie always felt important when he helped his Dad. When he got a chance in-between fetching and carrying, he asked,

Dad, is there a record for banging nails into timber?”

His Dad stopped hammering. He removed his cap and scratched his shiny bald head. “Well Frankie, I suppose there is, isn’t there a record for every single thing nowadays.”

That was enough for Frankie. He had a go. Frankie was doing exceptionally well. He was working on nail number ninety eight when his Mum came into the room. Unfortunately she was not impressed with the large piece of timber nailed firmly to one of her kitchen chairs.

Frankie had plenty of spare time to think after that, in his bedroom. To help him discover what was possible he had gone to the library and borrowed some reference books. They were sitting on the shelf waiting for him. Frankie glared at them. They simply sat and stared back. Frankie sighed there was nothing for it. He would have to open them.

They were no help what so ever. Frankie was not able to afford a super car so that meant that he couldn’t break the land speed record (even if he could drive). He didn’t have enough money to buy the ingredients to bake the world’s longest roll ( even if he could bake). He did not have the expertise yet, to find a cure for the common cold, but he was working on that in secret. The chocolate and cheese sandwich which he had mushed up in a jam jar had turned an interesting shade of bluey green. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to get a cold!

Closing the books with a loud bang, Frankie returned them to the shelf and sat on his bed to think . No matter how hard he tried Frankie could not think of one thing that was so unusual that it had never been done before. Eventually he gave up and just lay on his bed chewing bubble gum and blowing bubbles. After all it was the thing that helped him to think.

By tea time Frankie was out of his room but he was not happy. He had not solved his problem. He decided to ask Scrappy. Scrappy merely uttered a sad “Meow” and jumped up onto Frankie’s lap for a quick nap.

A loud noise from the television announced the start of his favourite program. Afterwards he dream t of spaceships and guns with dramatic blue rays flashing from them as he, Captain Frankie, and his trusty fighting cat traveled the universe sorting out stern looking green faced teachers and bossy sisters with two heads.

Next morning Frankie woke up feeling great. However that didn’t last for long when he remembered that it was “Test” day. Mr. Woods loved giving third class tests. He thought it was cool. Third class thought it pretty useless.

After all his years and years of teaching,“ Frankie told Jim, “you’d think he’d know that I’m not going to be turned into a genius just like that.” Frankie popped his bubble gum.

Deadly!” Jim said. “Wish I could blow really good bubbles just like you Frankie.”

It’s only practice,” said Frankie modestly, “anyone could do it.”

I’ve been practicing, watch.” Jim had a go. It was pitiful to watch. It was a tiny bubble which seemed to have a nasty looking hole in it. The bubblegum seemed to fall onto Jim’s face. Just then the bell rang and they walked slowly indoors for their test with Jim pulling bubblegum off his face.

Mr. Woods placed a sheet of paper in front of each pupil and explained. “This is an unusual one for you this week, boys and girls. It’s a true or false test. You should enjoy it”

Third class groaned long and loud, everyone except Frankie. He was deep in thought.

Jim’s right. I’m not just average at blowing bubbles. I’m great at it. After all, Captain Grant (space traveller) always said, “In today’s world it is better if you think big.

Frankie yanked another whopper gum out of his pocket. He popped it into his mouth. At first it was tough to chew with one squishy gum and one crunchy one in his mouth. But Frankie continued to twist his face this way and that.

Mr. Woods noticed how Frankie’s cheeks bulged horribly and his mouth seemed to turn sideways. “Just do your best Frankie.” Mr. Woods hastily looked away because it was not a pretty sight. He hoped that Frankie wasn’t going to be sick.

I will have a go, and add one or two more, Frankie decided stuffing two more into his mouth. He began to chew with gusto all the time wondering, how big the bubble would be.

Jim nudged Frankie with his elbow and whispered , “Tick something off or you’ll be in trouble .”

Frankie did. He didn’t look at what he was ticking as he was too busy wrestling with the fifth whopper which he had popped into his mouth.

Everyone was much too preoccupied to notice. So Frankie took a deep breath and began to blow. At first it was tough going but once he got it started the bubble seemed to take over itself. It was as if it was happy to have escaped the warm clammy depth of Frankie’s mouth. Soon it was as big as a tennis ball and still growing.

Wow! Frankie glanced around but nobody else noticed this giant bubble. He stopped blowing and waited for it to cave in, he especially like this sticky messy part. But the bubble kept growing. Frankie didn’t begin to worry even though the bubble was as big as a football and still growing. He felt proud. He was actually doing something amazing . He tried to remove the gum but found that he couldn’t. The gum was stuck like cement to his teeth! Before he could do anything the bubble began to float upwards, tugging Frankie gently out of his chair.

Frankie tucked his knees up and bobbed over Jim who had scrunched his eyes shut and was muttering, “Ibble , Obble , Chocolate bobble,” to decide which box he should tick. Frankie flew over Peter who was busy tying Louise’s pigtails together. The rest of third class were preoccupied ticking or rubbing out their answers. Frankie was too surprised to consider if he should be happy or angry that his friends were much too busy to notice.

Frankie closed his eyes and waited for a shout followed by Mr Woods loud commanding voice. Luckily Mr. Woods was rummaging about in his desk for something and didn’t see Frankie float silently by.

As he sailed down the school corridor Frankie began to relax. It isn’t so bad he thought if I could just get it out of my mouth. He was trying to pry the gum from his teeth,. Eventually he succeeded but now it was stuck to his hand.

My own private plane, Frankie thought as he hovered over the lollipop lady. He smiled politely at her and waved, but she didn’t see him. She couldn’t for her attention was fixed on the giant bubble coming at her. Her eyes were huge as with a shriek of horror she stood staring at it, too terrified to move. Frankie saw the large sign fall slowly from her hand.

He wasn’t the only one to notice it.

The bubble swooped suddenly. “Squelch. ” In a flash the bubble had eaten her stop sign. The bubble and Frankie took off again only this time they were followed by a grumbling lollipop lady. The sign was floating happily in the middle of the bubble.

He recovered from this surprise to find a passing blackbird stopped for a rest on Frankie’s curly head. “Get off” Frankie shook his head and the bird, with a loud squawk flew on. Straight into the bubble! It landed on the lollipop stick where it promptly settled for a nap.

Oh, my , oh my” Frankie groaned, “ this looks like trouble. Perhaps I should burst it”. But one glance down at the angry face of the lollipop lady who was running after him, made Frankie decide it was safer to be in the air.

In front of them Frankie spotted a man sitting on a wall with an open pizza box. Frankie licked his lips. He loved pizza’s, in particular pepperoni. The bubble seemed to agree for it began to descend and abruptly it dipped. But Frankie was ready for it this time. He reached out with his left hand and grasped the pizza just before the bubble could get it. You are not getting this, he thought. But the bubble had other ideas and it bent towards Frankie neatly enfolding most of the pizza. Frankie had no desire to be caught in the bubble so he took one quick bite and the remainder of the pizza was scooped into the bubble.

That’s not fair,” Frankie said as he watched the pizza spin like a frisbee around the lollipop stick. The sleeping bird was still perched on top of the stick.

The man on the ground joined in the chase with the lollipop lady.

What next? Frankie thought. A loud whirring noise warned him that they were not the only ones going by air. A helicopter, great they will rescue me! Frankie closed his eyes noticing how cold it was becoming. He opened his eyes to discover he was sitting on a platform of cotton wool. “Clouds” said Frankie and dipped his hand into the fluffy looking cloud. “Ugh, it’s slimy and gooey. I thought clouds were made of candy floss.” he moaned as he shook off the slimy mess.

Frankie didn’t get time to complain again as he was whisked away on a warm current of air. As they left the cloud and dropped closer to the ground Frankie could see his mum hanging out washing. He called out to her. If anyone could stop this stupid bubble in its tracks, it was his mum.

But he was too far away and she did not hear him. She disappeared indoors. As they approached the flapping clothes line the bubble sank lower still. Frankie concentrated hard on his bedroom window while the bubble gave his Dad’s best shirt a fierce hug. Galoop! And in it went.

Once again they darted away. This time straight for Mr. Thrift and his lively dog, Penny. She was bringing Mr. Thrift on his daily walk. Penny was miles ahead of her owner sniffing the ground . Before Frankie could shout out a warning. Swish! In went Penny barking like mad. She landed on the spinning pizza and began to lick the topping from it.

Hoi, “ shouted Mr. Thrift, as he dropped the lead in surprise. “Bring her back , you can’t dognap her like that.” And he joined in the chase after the lollipop lady and the angry pizza man.

Frankie decided that enough was enough he had to think of a way of stopping this hungry bubble. Obviously grown ups were not going to be much help so he shut his eyes tightly and began to think of different ways of bringing it down.

A lot of childish shouting made him open one eye. He shut it again quickly. School was finished and most of the boys from third class were in the park playing football. The bubble was fluttering along quite nicely towards them.

This calls for action , Frankie muttered and he began to wriggle with his body and feet. Nothing happened . So he tried using his free hand . Flapping it up and down very fast, Frankie began to get somewhere. The bubble was now spinning around . After twenty circles and with a very buzzy head Frankie stopped. The bubble didn’t. It just bounced along. Dipping and diving towards the ground.

Great” Frankie said “We are going to land.”

He had just spoken when ‘ Snap’. It gobbled up the flying football.

Hey” shouted all of the boys. “You, come back with our ball.” They began to run after Frankie.

Frankie didn’t notice them immediately as he was too busy staring at the amazing sight within the bubble. The lollipop stick was now wearing his Dad’s best shirt . The bird was happily hovering above it. Penny had eaten all of the pizza topping and had curled up on the base and fallen asleep. The football was doing non stop laps of the bubble.

Shouts from below reminded Frankie that all was not terrific. He glanced down to see that the Lollipop lady was showing signs of exhaustion, as she dropped back into third place behind the pizza man and Mr. Thrift. Third class however thundered on up into first place yelling, “Geronimo!”

Don’t worry we’ll catch it!” shouted Jim and Ronan the leaders as they looked back at the grownups. With that there was a enormous splash as they led the rest of the boys straight into the park pond.

Frankie tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it . It was too funny watching all of his friends splash around amongst the ducks and water. The three exhausted adults had collapsed into one messy heap on a tiny park bench.

It was then that Frankie realised that a most amazing thing was happening to the giant bubble. With each loud burst of laughter the bubble seemed to become dented and misshapen. As it lost its spectacular round shape it began to sway and zig zag downwards.

Frankie stopped laughing and the bubble regained its roundness and began to float upwards again. He glanced back at his friends. They were much too busy fooling about in the water to have noticed.

Frankie ‘s mind was racing along. He looked all about him and saw that they were going to float over the cluster of trees. He waited until they were almost over the trees before he took a huge gulp of air and slowly exhaled. He repeated this over and over. He blew for all he was worth and with each puff the bubble sank . Gradually they inched towards the green grass beyond the elm trees.

Frankie waited until the bubble came close to a large branch . Prising his right hand free he fell to the ground rolling over and over as he landed.

Frankie finally came to a soft stop by the laurel hedge. He pulled himself up and looked towards the bubble just as a terrific Pop! rang out. Bubble gum was flying everywhere. The Lollipop stick dropped like a stone. The bird flew away with a grateful cry. The pizza, Penny and the football landed on a great blob of bubble gum. Penny , he saw was OK just a little pink and sticky.

And Frankie? Well Frankie being Frankie just stayed where he was as his friends rushed up to him.

Did you see it Frankie?, What was it?, Where did it come from ? How did it come down? Who was the fella who was holding it? Was it an alien, All I could see were his legs?”

They were all shouting at once. The adults were busy, trying to remove bubble gum from the sign and Penny.

It was really exciting, “ began Frankie a dreamy look coming on his face. “ I did it. It was me! And I brought it down! Flying is great!”

But nobody believed him no matter how hard he tried to explain. Finally he gave up and went off to have a game of football instead

When they had finished playing and were on their way home Jim smiled at his friend who was trying to explain yet again about the bubble. “Frankie you are not only the greatest bubble blower in the universe but you are also the greatest dreamer.”

Frankie looked at Jim crossly. Would no one believe him? But as Jims words sunk home Frankie puffed his chest out proudly and agreed , “Yes I am.”

And splitting his last piece of gum with Jim he walked all the way home without blowing one single bubble!

Sally’s Sunflowers

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.

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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.

Mum asked her, ‘Is this what you washed his car with?’

“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.’

“Good idea.”

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.

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“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.

When she returned she discovered Dad had left just one piece of the cake.

“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.

 

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“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.

Doris visits the woods.

Mudpilewood is a calm peaceful wood, despite having a resident childish witch and a playful Ogre who loves climbing trees.

Late one afternoon Breeze was enjoying a nap on his favourite branch high in the tallest tree in the wood when a woodpecker paid him a visit. The woodpecker politely tapped on the tree above Breeze’s head but this failed to wake the sleeping ogre. The bird then flew close to Breeze’s face and gave him one sharp tap  on the nose.

“Owch who did that? ” Breeze leapt to his feet, wobbled, and then slid off the branch to land on the ground with a huge bump. He stood with care and rubbed the seat of his pants. “Why?” he asked.

The woodpecker flew close to Breeze and whispered in his ear, “Doris is coming.”

Those words had a strange effect on the ogre. He began to run in circles shouting, “Tie everything down, Doris is coming.” Rabbits, and squirrels were the first to react but soon every being in the wood was gathering as much of their belongings as they could and they all ran to the witches hut.

Elegant Witch was waiting for them. Her younger sister Lovisma had flown high into the mountain to watch the fun. Everyone began to talk at once. Elegant held up her hand and waited till they calmed and looked at her. “Now, now, don’t panic. We have time. I have a plan and with Breeze’s help you will all be fine.”

Breeze didn’t like the sound of this because usually this meant he would have to be active. Ogres are very good at doing nothing.

But he knew Elegant and if she needed his help then he would do whatever she asked. He crossed his fingers and hoped it wouldn’t mean having to fight the giant Doris. Elegant smiled at him and said, “I need you to help me take the tiny children to your cave high in the mountain, they will be safe there. You are the only one who can do this.”

Can’t you zap us there? Breeze asked.

Elegant said “No. I have to a far more important task first.”

Great thought Breeze Elegant is going to fight the nasty Doris. Three hours later, Breeze was feeling a little tired. He was carrying the last twenty children to his cave high in the mountain. For the first time he wondered how everyone would fit and more importantly what would they eat?

The last time Doris visited, Breeze had been left with nothing to eat for two full days. It had been terrible. He wondered if he should mention this to Elegant. Once he stepped inside his cave he forget everything because there was a huge party happening at his table. He stared at the fried parsnips and wondered where they came from, I had no parsnips he thought. Elegant walked to him saying, “Don’t worry I zapped plenty of food and water, just in case Doris lingers.”

So it was that the biggest party took place that night, the  night that Doris  arrived in all her strength and glory. Doris was a giant spiralling wind sprite that danced about the land tearing chunks from the ground, the trees and anything that stood in its way. Breeze and his guests waited and tried to guess what Doris would do next. To their surprise she changed shape until she looked like a stag with enormous antlers, who tossed and tore her way about the wood.  When the wind sprite grew tired she shrunk to the size of a tiger and simply slithered away.

Breeze made an important discovery that night. Sometimes when you share a fear it can fade to nothing. Next day there was much repair work to do but everyone was happy to see that Breezes favorite trees had survived though many others had been knocked by the troublesome sprite.

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What Breeze hates most…..

Everyone in the wood knows the green faced Ogre called Breeze loves trees, cupcakes and food in general. But Breeze was surprised one afternoon when Lily refused to eat her broccoli and instead of grumbling about being told to eat it. She said “Everyone I know hates something but what do you hate Mr. Breeze?”

He crunched on his own raw broccoli and considered his answer carefully.

Lily pushed her vegetables around on her plate while she waited for his answer.

“I hate, Rain.”

“Why?” She smiled up at him and when he looked away she slid some broccoli on his plate.

“Because it makes sitting on branches of trees difficult, I keep sliding off.” He rammed a piece of broccoli into his large mouth.

Her answering giggles didn’t please him. Lily noticed and said, “Sorry but you like sliding on branches.”

“Yes but not when I am trying to sleep and there is this picture I got from that sneaky dog – Bob.”

Lily sat up, delighted that Bob had been mentioned as this meant the whole problem of eating or not eating broccoli would now be forgotten. “Bob? What has he done?”

“He watches me falling off branches in the rain and I bet he laughs a lot at it.” Breeze scratched his chin and looked very bothered at this thought.”

“Can I see the photo?” She asked

While Breeze ambled to the back of his cave to collect the picture Lily pushed the remaining broccoli onto his plate just in time as Breeze returned.

“See, what he does?”

 

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“He is a clever Dog, hiding from the rain,” she mumbled. She noticed Breeze’s sad expression and suggested, “But he doesn’t make Lily the nicest Ice cream sundaes in the whole wide world.”

Breeze grinned. “You are correct, lets go and make some extra large ones.”

Lily jumped down from her chair only too happy that the horrible broccoli was now forgotten.

Muddy Puddles and Ally McDuff

 

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Ally

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Ally McDuff has a best friend named Scruff.  He has a thick warm coat, four paws, a curly tail and a big smiley face.

Ally and Sruff love doing things together.

 

Trouble is they always get dirty.

“Stay clean, Ally.” Mum said.

Minutes later they were digging. Ally used a shovel. Scruf used his paws. “We will find the Pirates treasure soon, Scruff, ” she said.

By tea time they found:

An old smelly sock,

a bone,

an funny shaped blue glass bottle.

Ally peeped through the blue bottle and said, “Even you are blue, Scruff.”

“Woof” he said.

Ally looked at Scruff.  He was no longer white and black. He was dirty from nose to tail.

“This means a bath, Scruff,” Ally whispered.  She looked at her arms, she was dirty too.

“Maybe Mum won’t see it. Let’s hide.” They ran indoors.

Scruff hid under Ally’s bed. She squeezed in beside him.  “Mum won’t find us here” She said.

Mum did.  They washed Scruff first. He hated being washed.  He looked sad and wet when he was clean.

Ally was next. “Wash behind your ears,” Mum said.

When they were nice and shiny again, mum said, “Ally you are always getting dirty, someday…you might stay clean.”

“Tomorrow Scruff we will be clean all day.” Ally whispered.

Ally decided if they were to be clean, then Gran was the person to be with. Gran was the cleanest person for miles around. Her house shone in the sunlight. Her garden was squeaky clean. Though Ally wondered if the squeaky noise was made by the mice playing in the hedge.

“No chasing mice Scruff, today we will stay clean.” She said as they walked into Gran’s kitchen.

Gran was baking gingerbread men. Ally helped. Scruff sat on a stool and watched. When they put the gingerbread men in the oven to cook. shoes. Scruff has it on his fur.”tulips gingerbread man

 

Gran looked at them and smiled. “Ahh Ally you and Scruff are wearing a lot of the mixture on your face, your clothes and your face.”

Ally scowled all the way home.  She looked grumpy during and after her bath.

Next day they decided to stay indoors. Ally loved painting. Scruff joined in, splodges of paint flew around the room.

When they were finished they showed the painting to mum. “It’s great, I love it even Scruffs paw prints.”

She looked at them and sighed. “Ally you are both covered in paint.”

Ally groaned. One bath later they were sitting having tea.

“How can we stay clean?” Ally wondered.

“I have an idea,” dad said.

Next morning he said to Ally, “you are coming to help me today. I am going to wash my car and Gran’s. You and scruff can help.”

Ally looked at the bucket of water and the sponge. They couldn’t get dirty could they?

They began to wash the cars. When the y were finished the cars were shining and clean. But when they looked at each other, they were all dirty, even Dad.

“Ahh no Dad, another bath?”

“Sorry Ally, it was my fault. Don’t worry though I will make up for it tomorrow.”

Ally spent the night wondering how they were going to manage to stay clean.

Next morning Dad said “I have a reward for my two helpers, we are going out.”

He brought them to the park where they had fun on the slides, swings and roundabouts, even Scruff had a go.

They came home squeaky clean.

Well done. Ally. Mum said. “You are shining like a new Ally.”

An apology to any visitor to this site in the past few weeks.

I feel an apology is needed. I am sorry for not being able to get online to post pictures, crazy stories etc.

I live in Ireland and while we are supposed to be ultra modern truth is this is Ireland where everything either works like magic or it has the hiccups and that is the way my internet had been working.

I have been told that a new line is needed so I am afraid to ask when this will happen but promises have been made so hopefully, in the near future I will get up and running again. In the meantime the posts will stutter along a little sporadically.

In the meantime, Bob who dislikes Ogres is in hiding, can you spot him?

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Odd Socks

Breeze asked everyone in Mudpile Wood to help solve a mystery.  Socks had gone missing, leaving most with only one sock of every color. Everyone agreed it was time to find the odd socks.

They searched everywhere, from the tip of the mountain to the bottom of the wood. Matt and Daisy-lyah searched in every rabbit hole. Tulip searched high into the sky in case the socks were carried up into the clouds by the wind. And they did not find one single sock.

Breeze remembered Bob, the dog had a friend called Ellie who loved finding things.  He wrote her a short note:

Dear Ellie,

Please help us find the odd socks from Mrs. Groundsels basket, if we don’t find them I am afraid we won’t get any delicious vegetable pies any more. I will ask Tulip to bake you some munchy dog biscuits.

I will leave the red basket on the smooth stones near your friend the dragon – at the pond.

Your best ogre friend

Breeze.

“What do we do now?” Hamish asked Breeze when they left the large washing basket at the smooth stones.

“We take a nap and let Ellie do her stuff.” Breeze said as he climbed the nearest tree. He tried to sleep but kept wondering about the missing socks. His dreams were filled with strange images: sheep eating socks, crows wearing socks after they pecked holes in the feet of the socks and the worst of all giant socks chasing Breeze.

Loud barking alerted them next morning and they went to find out what was wrong. Hamish stood looking at the red basket, “Well. I never.” He said over and over again.

“Superb. Great, Amazing. Happy days are here again, vegetable pie this evening for tea.” Breeze said.

“Woof.” said Ellie as she waited for them to bring her to Tulips house to collect her munchy, crunchy dog biscuits flavored with honey.

full red basket of socks

Do you doubt that she did it? Take a look at these pictures and tell me what you think?

ellie large with socks in mouth

 

ellie bucket 4 And where did she find them?

dragon odd socks 3

tree socks

Everywhere!

 

Odd Socks

Odd Socks.

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Mrs Groundsel enjoyed washing clothes but for the past two weeks she became angry on washing day.

Her day would start as normal. She collected the dirty clothes brought them to the river bed filled a bucket with clean water and then washed the clothes. Then she would return to her cave and hang the washing on the long clothes line Breeze had made for her.

The line started at the top of the mountain and finished at the bottom of the mountain close to the edge of the wood. It might be a tiresome job to most of those who lived in the wood but Mrs. Groundsel loved washing day. She loved seeing her line of washing flapping in the wind.

Breeze said it looked like a line of colorful flags dancing around the mountain. Then in the afternoon she would take her washing from the line and begin to pair up the socks. This is when she discovered her problem.

She knew there was twelve pairs of black socks. She had five. There should have been one pair of socks in every other color. Then there were the spotty ones in different colors. Now there was one of each of the colored socks and the spotty ones.

She had a basket of odd socks.

She got angry. Her pin fell out of her hair and her hair escaped from its neat bun.  She fixed her hair then she marched to Breeze’s cave. “Have you or Hamish been messing around with my clothes line?”

Breeze shook his head. Hamish said, “No. We know better than to do something so foolish. You would not like us to do that.”

“So where did they go?” Mrs Groundsel looked at Breeze and said, “Go find them.”

“I’m not a finder of socks.” Breeze said. He noticed how angry Mrs Groundsel looked. “But I can always try.” He said.

 

(Part two following in a day or so)