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.
“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;
Friday the 12th of August was “D” day before Sara and Colm’s Wedding. We were woken early by Bob, demanding breakfast. You would think he knew something strange was happening. And it got stranger because they (Ellie and Bob) both had a bath. Though he showed his disgust at this pretty simply by ; rolling […]
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?”
“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.
Every seven years a crazy day arrives in the wood. It is called Mayhem day. And as you would expect anything is possible on this day.
Breeze and the other Ogres keep records. This means, they know when to expect the madness to happen. Then they let everyone else know. This year it was delivered by the blackbirds. “Stay indoors, take care for today will be a crazy day.” They tweeted and sang.
Elegant witch received the message and told her sister. Lovisma laughed and said, “Last time the only thing that happened was we were stuck indoors and I had no fun.”
“But you were safe.” Elegant replied.
“Safe is boring.” Lovisma decided then and there, she would have some fun.
Though her notebook was full of fun ideas, for example:
And the ideas went on filling the entire notebook. The problem was, she had tried them all.
“I need to think of a different way of making fun.” She began by finding things to use. She found pots of paint and stacked them in Elegant’s gardening wheelbarrow, then she found some cobweb rope, a mound of mermaids slimy scales left by a visiting witch, and she chucked them into the barrow.
Just when she thought the barrow should be full to the brim she turned to look at it and frowned. Her collection was on the ground and her barrow was full of …
dog. “I didn’t put you in it, shoooo…go away.”
The dog sat and stared at her. It blinked, blinked again and then…. vanished!
“Cute” Lovisma said and felt sad. She would have loved to be the first witch with a magical dog. When she told Elegant, her sister said, “I told you stay indoors – today is a crazy day. That dog wasn’t magical ..it wasn’t really here at all.”
Lovisma ignored her. She had decided on a plan. She crept to the center of the wood and began to chant,
“I wish for these dreams to come true,
let the sky and grass swop color so I am standing on blue.” She clicked her fingers and began to laugh. The grass was bright blue. She looked to the sky. It was bright green.
Then she heard it … a low throaty growl. Lovisma immediately thought of the crazy dog. “Come out magical pup so I may thank you.”
Instead the sky darkened and clouds ran away as the green turned to purple.
“I preferred my colors” she calmly muttered.
The growling was louder and it was coming from the ground. Lovisma looked about her and noticed mushrooms. Hundreds and hundreds of mushrooms of all sizes. She flicked her wand at them and said, “You look a little sad, I think spots of many colours would make you feel less bad.” With a click of her fingers a paintbrush appeared in her hand. She began to flick paint about her. Spots of paint landed on the mushrooms and they grew and grew. As they grew, the growling became louder.
Lovisma decided she didn’t want to stay in such a noisy spot and she tried to move, but the mushrooms had her caged in. They stretched and grew until they blocked out the sky. She stood shivering wondering how she could make them stop. Every spell she tried made them grow faster. Finally she prodded one with her wand. There was a loud hissing sound and it shrank faster than it had grown. It didn’t stop until it was a puddle of gunk at her feet.
Then one by one the same thing happened the other mushrooms, the air was angry, filled with hissing sounds. The smell of rotting mushrooms was horrible. Lovisma screwed up her tiny nose and wailed. “I didn’t as for this to happen.” Her crying stopped only when she realised the pool of gunk was rising higher by the second.
Her next shriek was loud. “Help.”
Elegant heard her and appeared on her broomstick high above her troublesome sister.
“Serves you right, what did I tell you to do?” Then the kind hearted witch relented. With a flick of her wand she sent the gunk where it belonged in the middle of nowhere. Next she swooped low and hovered close to Lovisma.
“Would you like a lift home? I made chocolate fudge cake and vanilla ice cream?”
Lovisma didn’t need to think about it. She hopped on Elegants broom, promising she would never step outside of the house on Mayhem day, ever again.
Do you think she kept her promise?
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!