Breeze, the snooziest ogre in the whole universe, woke to the sound of slip-slap, slip-slap. His nose twitched because the air was full of the scent of lemon. This was unusual because the wood always smelt of trees, leaves, flowers and those that lived in it but this afternoon the only thing he could smell was lemon.
…lemon …. and blueberries.
He slid down the tree trunk, raced across the wood and stopped in the clearing. It was dreadful, instead of seeing neat plates piled with pancakes
All he could see was bits of pancakes flying from pans to the floor, or getting stuck on trees, leaves, grass, even the pancake flippers had bits stuck to them.
This won’t do at all, he muttered and began to race around the clearing. Ten minutes later he had to stop, he was stuffed, he couldn’t eat another pancake and worse his feet were sore from running.
Lilbeth came over to sit beside him. “That was a very nice thing you did Mr. Breeze.”
He opened one eye and looked at her. She nodded.
“Why do you say that Lilbeth?”
“Because now we don’t have to tidy up. And maybe we will get better at flipping pancakes for tomorrow.”
She left him sitting there with his mouth wide open. He didn’t know if he should cry or laugh. He would have to do it all again tomorrow!
Mudpile Wood 