Too hot.

It was the hottest summer, ever. The broad river was no longer rushing and gushing. The water trickled along, stopping here and there to form small puddles.

Breeze was hot, much to hot to sleep. He walked to the river and sat down but it was so low he hardly got wet.

‘Enough of this, ‘ he muttered and walked to Elegant witches house.

‘We need water.’  He told her.

Elegant agreed but added, ‘I can’t help. Mother nature forbade me from doing anything. She says this is the way it is to be.’

‘Rubbish, ‘ Breeze said and spent the next ten minutes trying to change her mind. He left feeling hotter than ever. “I have to do something or I will simply vanish from lack of water.’

He went home to the darkest corner of the cave. It was a little cooler. Breeze sat on the floor. It felt cool and wet. He discovered there was a leak in the cave and he had sat on a muddy puddle.

‘Feels very cool.’ He said and stopped. Then turned and raced to the river.  It didn’t take long for him to get the work done.

When he was finished he called everyone to the side of the river and showed them his creation.

‘It looks very dirty.’ Hamish said, and everyone passing by agreed with him

Breeze said, “try this, he stepped into the pond that sat to one side of the river bed and sploshed around.His very red face began to turn to its normal shade of yucky green. Hamish still stood and watched.

‘Breeze said, ‘here mind my snack’ he held out a large cupcake to Hamish who didn’t think just acted. and found himself tugged into the pond by Breeze’s large hand. He tumbled in and sat scowliing for about twenty seconds than he smiled. ‘Breeze you are a genius.’ He said and lay back to have a peaceful snooze.

Breeze watched him and wondered if he should warn Hamish that there was a large group of elves, hoblins and ogres heading his way. ‘Best not say anything, he will find out in a minute.’

 

 

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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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A note from Breeze.

Hi,

I understand some people are asking why is there a fishing line dangling down the side of a blog site about a wood?

The answer is simple. The worm – Hector and I have found a great use for this.

It happened by chance when I was taking a nap in my favourite tree after a morning spent fishing (I caught nothing!)

The rod slipped and the hook slid down to the ground where Mrs. Groundsel was laying out a picnic for her grand children. My hook caught on a berry pie. I woke found the rod lying across my feet and pulled the line up to discover – a nice warm berry pie.

So there you have it, – Hector hops on the hook, I lower him over those people below having a picnic and he finds a tasty snack for this ogre. In return I allow Hector’s family to live in the mossy mound outside my cave undisturbed, guaranteed never to be dug.

The Day the Trees cried.

Daisy-Lyah woke Breeze by tickling his nose with some grass. Minutes later his nose still itched as he trudged along trying not to step on Lisbeth who was saying  “Hurry, Mr. Breeze. Can’t you run?”

Daisy-Lyah was flying ahead of them. The thought of running always gave Breeze a headache so he walked.

He was thinking this had better be good to have woken me from such a delicious nap  when they came to a stop. He stared at the trees before them.

“See the trees are crying please make them stop.” Daisy-Lyah’s bottom lip was wobbling while Lisbeth was jumping up and down on Breeze’s right foot.

Breeze had never seen a tree cry and he was afraid to admit it but Breeze found this fascinating. Why would a tree cry? He wondered, they have everything they need here. Nice rich soil, loads of sunshine and rain and I talk to them. 

They must be hurt” he whispered to the two girls.  They ran away shouting, “We will get bandages”.

Breeze ran his finger along the bark of the first tree. He felt a small hole in the bark. Who would do such a thing? A flurry of movement caught his eye and Breeze saw a bird clinging to the tree a little distance away. He appeared to be tapping the wood with his beak. “Doesn’t that hurt you?” Breeze asked. “Why are you doing it?”

The bird said “I have lost my house. I had a nice home in a hole in a trunk of a tree close to here but the tree fell in the storm last winter. Now I have no home so I am trying to make one. I am searching for soft wood to make a hole to live in.”

Breeze scratched  his head and thought about this strange problem. A home for a bird. The words rattled around  his head for a while. Suddenly he said, ” I know come with me.”

When Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah returned Breeze was putting ointment on the trees. “They are not crying they are hurt, so I am putting a cream on them and you can put on a bandage, please.”

When they were finished they stood back and admired their work.

The trees wore ribbons of different colours. “They do look smart. They will heal quickly.”  He told Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah  who promised to check the bandages.

“What made them cry?” Lisbeth asked.

Breeze told her and said, “I think the problem is solved come and see.” He brought them to Hamish’s house and pointed at a tree close to the house.

There sitting on a branch was a boot sitting on its side on a branch. “It is a smelly old boot.” Daisy-lyah whispered.

“But not any old smelly boot,” Breeze said, “it is the home of a tappin bird called Fred.”

On hearing his name the bird flew out of its new home and sat on a branch singing a happy song.

The trees did stop crying and they all loved their ribbons so much Lisbeth and Daisy-lyah had a new job to do each day.

 

 

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The Tale of the Curious Tree as told by Breeze.

Breeze was left in charge of  Mrs. Groundsels Grandchildren.  “Tell us a story, please.” Lisbeth demanded flashing her dark blue eyes at him.

Breeze sat and stared all around him. In the distance an old twisted tree caught his eye.

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Lowering his voice he said, “A tiny oak tree was planted in the wood many years ago by a kind and friendly witch. ”

“It wasn’t Lovisma then.” Lisbeth said and moved closer to him.

Breeze smiled then said,

“The tree was planted in a good place. It began to grow. A rabbit stopped one day beside the tree to scratch his ear. The tree bent sideways to  ask the rabbit what it was doing. 

“I am itchy. So I am scratching the itch.” The rabbit said and then he hopped away.

The tree decided it was good to know answers to simple questions.

Whenever an animal stopped close to the oak it would move its body to look at the animal and ask a question or two. Over time the tree grew very knowledgeable about everyday things.

It knew why the clouds danced across the sky on sunny days and why they emptied buckets of raindrops on the forest on dark cold days. It also learnt the names of all the plants and animals in the forest. “

“Really?” Lisbeth asked.

Before Breeze could speak, Matt said, “That is rubbish there is no twisted oak tree in this wood and if there was it wouldn’t know anything about anything. Trees are just trees.”

Lisbeth looked sad. “Mr. Breeze, that is not true. Is it? Your story is beautiful. I think trees are great.”

“Thank you Lisbeth. Matt will discover the truth some day soon.” He hoisted her on his shoulder and said, “we are going to visit the tree.”

He walked a long way then stopped before the tree. Lisbeth ran her hand along the bark.  “You are a super-duper old tree. ” Breeze placed her on a low branch and jumped up beside her.

“Does it know everything?” She asked Breeze.

“Maybe not everything but it does know a lot of stuff.” He looked at her. “Why?”

“I would like to know what there is far beyond the Sugar lump mountains. Please Mr. Tree can you tell me?”

Breeze looked at her and said, “why don’t you write a note and pin it to the tree?”

She grinned at him. “Trees can’t write.”

“No but fairies can and I bet Tulip or Izzy could talk to it, or Elegant. I will ask them. They could write the answer down for you.”

So Lisbeth left her note pinned to the tree.

Next day she woke Breeze from a nap by shouting at him, “I got an answer.” Lisbeth read the note: “Beyond the Sugar Lump mountains lies a green valley. It is filled with cows grazing, sheep sleeping and lambs having fun. There is no river but there are many different types of flowers and trees. The air is filled with humming birds who sing as they collect pollen from the plants. ”

Lisbeth was smiling when she finished the note. “I am never going to tell Matt about this. It is great to know something he doesn’t. Someday when he walks miles and miles to find out what is over the mountains I can say, I knew all along because the kind oak tree told me.”

When she left Breeze slept, dreaming of dancing trees who became so knotted they fell over and grew on the ground.

 

 

Tales from the Wood: Crazy Daisies.

 

It was Summertime, too hot to work.

The wood was singing the song of a thousand animals, fairies, witches, goblins and Ogres snoring.

Everyone was having a snooze, except for Breeze.

“Snoozing time takes place between twelve and 1 o clock not from two o clock to three o clock,” he muttered.

He wanted to have fun. But to have fun you need company.

Breeze thought about this for a while. He decided to plan an event.

When everyone living in Mudpile Wood opened their eyes they saw giant signs hanging in peculiar places. They dangled from chimney tops or perched in front of doorways. Written on them was:

If you wish to find Treasure you should learn to look in unusual places.

Tulip whispered, “What Treasure? Am I dreaming?”

She flew to the witches house. She tapped her wand on the door.

Lovisma opened her bedroom window. “Go away I don’t want anything. I’m a clever witch.”

“That is why I have come, did you do this?” Tulip turned and pointed at the edge of the wood, there was a arrow painted on a lump of wood pointing up to the sky.

Lovisma read it aloud, “If you wish to find Treasure you should learn to look in unusual places.”

Lovisma flew out of her bedroom window and landed beside Tulip.

“I didn’t do it. Why do I always get blamed?” Her hair was standing on end making her hat wobble. The wind caught hold and blew it high into the sky. Lovisma grumbled as she flew after it.  She was high above the wood when she caught the hat. She returned to Tulips side.

“There is another message tied to the old oak tree at the edge.”

Tulip asked, “are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m getting Elegant. She is great at solving puzzles.”

When Elegant joined them they set off to the oak tree. They were not the first to arrive. A group stood before the sign,  “Often you are best to go to the end last or don’t chase it.”

Hamish grumbled, “This is silly how do we know where the end is? I’m hungry. I should leave this to you. I think it is a joke.”

Matt Breeze’s Cousin asked, “Where is Breeze?”

Tulip smiled. She said, “that is the most useful question anyone has asked.”

Tulip, Lovisma and Elegant decided the best plan was to search the tree tops.

Suddenly Elegant shouted,”I see it. Look in the field beyond the oak tree .”

Everyone scampered, ran or flew to take a look. There was silence.

They were staring at a field of purple and pink flowers. These flowers were like no other they were swirling and twirling. The air smelt of peppermint and vanilla.

 

“Crazy Daisies.” Tulip murmured.

“Rubbish,” Elegant said. “There is no such thing. I never heard of them.”

Tulip smiled. “I did. I know who made these. Be careful.”

“Why?” Lovisma asked and stepped into the field. A bright pink daisy twirled around and snapped at her. She ran back to the edge of the field with the daisy chasing her.

No one knew what to do. They were looking at a swirling moving field of daisies.

Tulip stepped into the field. The daisies did not snap but Tulip shouted out. “They are not real come in and see.” She walked towards the center of the field and said, “It smells like peppermint and vanilla.” Bending down she broke a daisy petal off and ate it.

“They are delicious.”

Everyone except Lovisma raced out to taste the flowers. The tiny witch was hopping up and down. “I want one but they tried to eat me.”

“Nonsense,” Breeze said and stood up. He was holding a large paper daisy in his hand and he flicked it towards Lovisma. “It is a toy. Come in and have some fun.”

And fun it was because every now and then the daisies would move, fly around the field and every one would chase after them. When all the daisies were finally eaten everyone went home.

Tulip went to find Breeze. He was sitting on the riverbank with Lillian.

Tulip went to sit with them.

“Did you like our work?” Breeze asked.

“I loved it. ” Tulip said. Breeze and Lilian were very quiet. When Tulip looked at them she discovered they were asleep.

Breeze’s new project.

Having two friends who love cooking is having a big effect on me. I have decided to start work on my own Cookbook. It will be called Mudpile Treats. So far my recipes include:

Chocolate scented Christmas Cake.

Hot Cross Muffins

Halloween Pie,

Clever titles don’t you agree now I have to practice making them.

Though the Hot Cross Muffins did turn out a treat, take a peep,

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