Lolita gets clever

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.

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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.

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With a shrug Lolita vowed she would have better luck tomorrow as she too made her way home.

 

 

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.

Lottie Weeds Words

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Lovisma Tabitha Toothwich (or Lottie for short) was asked to mind her friend Molly’s house.  Molly was going on holiday.

Lottie said, “Yes, please.”

Lottie was bringing Bob, her furry four-legged friend, with her.  This meant there was a lot of extra’s: jelly babies, bones, and his favourite pink sunglasses.

When they arrived at the address Molly had given them, they were so surprised that Lottie danced and cartwheeled to the front door. She turned to wait for Bob who, wearing his pink sunglasses, plodded after her.

“Isn’t it perfect Bob? I didn’t know Molly’s new house is a lighthouse.  I love circles and look the garden is one giant circle.”

Bob said, “Woof.” They did a lap of the garden to celebrate.

On the first morning, Lottie raced to the top of the lighthouse and ran around shouting hello to the birds and animals far below. They spent the day exploring the lighthouse. Then Lottie decided they should sleep for the rest of the holiday right at the top of the building, outside.

That night they were watched carefully by the moon who seemed a little surprised at how soundly they snored while down below the waves crashed and thundered off the rocks.

Lottie and Bob enjoyed minding the lighthouse. The sun behaved as it should by rising promptly every morning. The dolphins and seals popped out of the water to say hello. Lottie and Bob ate most of their meals outside and left snippets of bread on the railing for the seagulls.  Lottie loved to sit on the rocks below the lighthouse watching the seals play in the water while Bob preferred to sleep on the circular lawn.

At the end of the week,  the grass had grown so high it was tickling Lottie’s knees. “You need to be cut.” She said.

She mowed the grass. Then stood back and looked about her. The flowers were playing hide and seek with the weeds.  “I suppose I should weed the garden.” Lottie took out the wheelbarrow and Bob jumped in. She pushed him along the path towards the vegetable garden. She stopped when she spotted some odd chunks of wood sticking up from the ground. Bending down she cleared the weeds and found the word ‘don’t’ written in bright purple paint.

Lottie frowned. “It almost looks as though it is growing there. Who would plant words in a garden, you can’t eat them?”

A soft noise got her attention. Lottie pivoted about and saw a rabbit chewing on another word. By twisting her head sideways Lottie could read the word. “Forget.” She wondered what it meant.

“What a strange thing to have plonked in the ground. Did you do it?” Lottie asked the rabbit who ran away.

Lottie spent a long time weeding. The words were difficult to move. She had to dig the bigger ones free. When she was finished she sat on the ground and looked at the words lying on the grass around her. They were all sizes, big, little, thin and fat.

“I wish they were made of chocolate, “Lottie said to a passing bumble bee who ignored her and flew home. She stared at Bob who was chewing on his name.

“I bet that tastes nice,”Lottie said and picked up the nearest word. “Promised, sounds tasty” she said and took a bite. “Ugh it tastes of old boots,” Lottie grumbled, noticing Bob was chewing on a bone. He paused chewing to look up and smile at her.

After dinner, Lottie decided to climb to the top of the lighthouse to see the words she had weeded.

She stood looking at the oodles and oodles of words. She twisted her head this way and that realising they might be a message but from who?

She got a piece of paper and a pencil. Then she began to write carefully.

“Its a puzzle. I need to solve this Bob.”

Her first attempt was terrible. It read;

Lottie,

Smiley don’t forget P.S. Bob Sunday Lunch me with your on surprising friend find it place in you for.

It took a long time but she finally solved the puzzled. It read:

Lottie,

Don’t Forget your promise to have lunch with me on Sunday, your surprisingly smiley friend.

Sam

P.S. I hope Bob left this message in a place for you to find it.

 

Lottie laughed. “He did, clever old Bob, lunch with Smiley Sam will be fun.” To celebrate they decided to have ice cream topped with marshmallows for Lottie and dog biscuits topped with Jelly Babies for Bob.