Lilian’s friend.

Breeze’s view of the sky and fields

Breeze was minding Lilian. Tulip promised him one dozen lemon blackberry pies if he would mind her for a while. The thought of eating the pies made his lips water and his eyes grew large as he imagined how big they might be.  His stomach gurgled.

Lilian giggled. Breeze looked at her and said, “Would you like to go to the pond to watch the new ducklings taking a swiming lesson?”

Lilian loved the idea of watching the ducks swim. “Last time, I watched one little duck who seemed to be stuck. He kept going around in circles so I jumped in and helped him. His mummy didn’t like it because she gave out to me, a lot.”

Breeze smiled. “Don’t worry if it happens again I will jump up and save you, the ducks are afraid of me.”

They began the trek to the far side of the wood. Breeze hoisted Lilian onto his shoulders and she told him all the animals she could see. Suddenly she giggled, “There she is again.”

“Who? I don’t see anyone.” Breeze frowned because lately he had the feeling he was being followed. But no matter how fast he spun about , he couldn’t catch sight of them. He whispered, “Who are they? Are they following us?”  He couldn’t hear anything.

“You are funny Mr. Breeze, your ears are twitching like a rabbits. No she isn’t really following us as she is doing her job. ”

Breeze reached up and carefully took Lilian from his shoulder and placed her on the ground in front of him.  Bending low he asked, “Who is she? And what is her job?”

Lilian spun about on her toes, “It’s April, the angel who minds the trees and makes sure they never feel sad.”

Breeze sat on the ground.  “I never thought of trees feeling sad, why would they?” He mumbled.

“I don’t know, April says it is to do with losing their leaves and the biting northerly wind and nasty hairstones.”

Breeze nodded, “Okay. But it is hail stones not hairstones.”

“Oohh. ” Lilian reached her hand out to a passing butterfly who  landed on her hand. “You look tired,” she told the butterfly.

Breeze thought the butterfly looked upset at being told he looked tired but decided to say nothing. The butterfly flew away and Lilian darted after h im towards the duck pond. Breeze followed thinking, I never knew about a tree fairy, I wonder what she looks like? I will find out soon.

Part two to follow.

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How the Ogre Breeze and Mudpile were discovered.

Maria’s  side of the story:

Chance and opportunity seldom knock at my door.

However, this one arrived through WordPress and I have grasped it with both hands.

While reading a post on “The Terrain of Symmetry” site, I was mesmerized by a picture of a tree. 

(Click on the photo to go to the post)

This was an unusual occurrence in itself because the daughter of an Irish botanist, I have stared at many trees. But this one caught my eye because the angle of a branch reminded me of the best piece of equipment in the playground, a slide. That was it, a story was born.

My imagination was off at a running pace. An Ogre was created and his best friend sort of slid into place.  When I asked permission from Doris to use the picture to illustrate the story, she went one better and sent me an illustration of the characters, Breeze and Tulip.

From that moment on we were both hooked, stories and ideas fly out of my mind some land on paper and others are merely whisked away by being too mad or crazy. The result is I am jumping in at the deep end and we will publish our result in the form of a book.

I hope everyone enjoys and takes these stories for what they are a  childish venture into a world of make believe.

If there is anything you find beyond the realms of belief please let us know.

An Ogre with a View: That Silly Dog with a Blog

That dog is silly.

I have a friend, who flies high, I call him Krafty but,  Kestrals don’t have a sense of humour so, please do not say it out loud.

He tells me that Bob, is hunting me or is it my Cakes? You never can tell with that dog.

He will be a long time as I am hiding high in my second favourite tree.  He is waiting at the wrong one.

It might not be my favourite but it is comfortable and he won’t look up here.