Stories For Thing

Unfinished

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Today on the bus called Back Home
I dangled my legs and wrote a pome
About when I’d be a lady and all,
Jiggly chest, lipstick and tall.

I should like to marry a millionaire
And own a bookshop, one here, two there.
Or I’ll marry a bookshop and turn it out
With tea and scones and an orange cat stout

I would butter my cats and pet my scones
And pour tea down red tellyphones.
I’d knead and bake old Rumpelstiltskin
Top him with Playdoh, sprinkle him with mint.

I’d stand on fat books to trap the fairy (tales) in
Order them to stop being so pretty, and pull out a wing.
I’d tell rude old women, who came in for tea
Exactly what I think of them completely for free.

That’ll show them for pinching my cheeks
Or crushing my face to their pudding chest of fleece.
I’d run far away if I was asked to be polite
Disappear to secret places and give my folks a fright.

I’d empty the refrigerator and leave open the door
For my polar bears to climb in, to slumber and snore
My flamingo would be my sceptre, my staff
Or would I need something taller, maybe a giraffe?

I’d make a thing, all shiny and clean
that goes around call it the More and More Machine.
what would it make more of i don’t quite know
more and more rubbish maybe, a lot more than before

i could tell you about my teachers in school
wearing a man’s shoes, missing a toe, keeping the rule
but the Back Home Bus has brought me home
where I’ll be too busy to finish this poem

By Sandhya Menon

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Adventures of FAT LOUIE. Episode 4: The Party & the Intruder

Fat Louie

Fat Louie (for those who just joined us, is a brown Bear and) is a class hero of 5th Grade in Jungle Tot’s school. Today he was at his best friend Ninja Duckie’s birthday party. The party was being held in a secluded Party Place away from all the homes of Jungle tots. Fat Louie had never been here. It was breath-taking! The whole place was done up to look like Lisbon; or so he was told, he didn’t know what Lisbon looked like! No wonder it was called “Portuguese Party Place”. Fat Louie had never seen a sea or waves. He had seen a river and even a waterfall, but not waves & a sea shore. They had created all this at the Party Place. Fat Louie wondered what Portuguese food would be like. He hoped they would have some fish here for him to eat!

He need not have worried because he saw some orangutans dragging a net from the shore and gleaming fish were jumping in the net. He felt as if he had been transported to some far off place. He wondered whether it was all for real.

He then saw Ninja Duckie. She looked, he thought a bit uncomfortable in her part dress, and then she came & hugged him. He suddenly remembered the gift he was clutching tightly and handed that to her. She squealed in delight after opening it and seeing her favourite chocolate truffles. Her mother appeared and stopped her from eating it all right there. Fat Louie then found himself in the middle of the party with his friends Sid the bunny & Druider the sloth and a lot of others.

Parrots were doing a great Rap song and there were bodies on the floor gyrating away; Sid was doing his favourite bunny hop and Fat Louie did his own version of Gangnam style stopping now and then to nibble on the appetizers of Bombil stuffed with nuts and taking sips of mountain dew. Druider was the only one not dancing; he was sniffing around for tacos stuffed with termites.

Suddenly they heard a commotion near the front door and a scream!

The parrots stopped singing and there was an uneasy silence. They heard the Orang-utan at the door say “You can’t come in here” and the gruff reply “watch me”!

They saw the long snout of Wily the Wolf dressed in a Hoodie. The Wolf had gate crashed Ninja Duckie’s party. The 5th graders looked around aghast. Their parents had all gone leaving them to have a good time. Wily wolf entered the party room with an evil grating laugh. Ninja Duckie was paralysed with fear. All around the room it was as if they were playing the game ‘statue’. No one moved.

No one except Fat Louie. Fat Louie drew himself up to his full height and gave a big roar. The biggest he had ever done. Fat Louie then charged at Wily Wolf unmindful of the consequences. There was an audible gasp from around the room. To everyone’s surprise and delight Wily turned tail and ran out! Everyone in the room clapped! The orangutans shut and bolted the front door and the party started again.

Fat Louie was the hero again. Fat Louie had saved Ninja Duckie’s party! The jungle tots would have carried their hero on their shoulders except he was too heavy! There were lots of high fives and fist punches. Birds sang & the parrots rapped even more. Even Druider the sloth was enjoying himself.

What a memorable party this was, it would be remembered for many years! When the Moms came to collect the tots they were in for a great story!

Thing’s good friend, Rian

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Billy the Meaniebutt Shark gets a surprise

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This is the third and final part of the story about the Little Princess vs. Billy the Meaniebutt Shark. Now then, how much of parts 1 and 2 do you remember? To be honest, Frisbee the cat had to remind me of everything that happened before because I didn’t pay proper attention.

If you remember, Lola the Bulldog told Frisbee a story about a little girl who liked to hunt sharks. One day, the little princess heard about a really mean and nasty shark named Billy, and so she set out on the high seas with her loyal crew of Jolly Pirates to find him.

Billy lived in a house inside of a volcano, which sat in the center of a scary, dangerous place called Shark Island. Lucky for Billy, the house was lava-proof, just in case the volcano ever got sick and threw up.

Billy loved the water, but because he was hired to keep Shark Island clean, he had to spend most of his time on land. Some sharks agreed that this was what probably made Billy extra especially grumpy.

One day, Billy was at home watching television and eating a human and cheese sandwich. “Nom Nom Nom,” he said. Humans with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo and mustard, on whole wheat bread, was his favorite.

“So what if I’m getting a pot belly,” he grumbled, thinking about some of the jokes other sharks had made about him when they thought he couldn’t hear them. “Some things just taste better than skinny feels.”

He burped. It was a very loud burp.

Billy was watching a musical. People were dancing and singing, and he liked to think about which of them he would put into his favorite sandwich first.

Suddenly, the security alarm went off. There was an intruder on Shark Island! Billy checked the security camera and saw a little girl with long dark hair and a pretty blue dress crying and stumbling along. She looked lost.

“Well, well,” Billy said. “Looks like I’ll be having an after dinner mint.”

Eagerly, Billy rushed out to meet the snack sized human, giggling to himself because he had decided to play a little game.

The little girl walked through the jungle of Shark Island, sobbing. “Oh woe is me!” she cried. “Mama was so right about me! I am my own kryptonite!” And if you listened closely, you would have heard her add, just under her breath: “I can’t believe I just said Mum was right! I’d better get an award for this performance.”

The little girl tripped over nothing in particular, collapsed into her arms, and shuddered with sobs.

By the time Billy the Shark arrived, he was almost starting to feel sorry for the poor lost girl. Almost.

“There there, little lady, why are you crying so?” he turned on his most concerned uncle voice.

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes got big and round like saucers. Billy took this to mean that the girl was quite frightened indeed.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t eat you,” he grinned. All of his teeth were showing, which wasn’t very reassuring.

Nevertheless, the little girl said: “Oh Mr. Shark, Mr. Shark! I’m lost and hungry and sad! Can you help me, please?”

“By all means,” Billy agreed. “I’ll take you to get something nice to eat, ok?”

“Ok,” said the little girl. Um, but I can’t eat food and swim underwater at the same time.”

Actually, a little mermaid had taught the little girl how, but the shark didn’t need to know about that.

“I have a house here on the island, inside of a volcano. Don’t worry, it’s lava-proof.”

So, Billy lead the girl back to his volcano home, asking her all sorts of questions about her parents, where she had come from, and how she had gotten lost.

“My parents and I were on vacation,” the girl lamented. “We were so happy, until the storm came and smashed up our boat.”

“Terrible,” Billy said.

“My dad was only 37—it’s such a shame. At least my mum was 89, and lived a full life, you know?”

“Wow. 37 and 89,” Billy remarked. “That’s not just May-December, that’s Mayan Calender-December.”

“And yet somehow they made it work,” the little girl nodded.

“And what is your name little girl?”

“Um…I have amnesia.” The little girl said.

“Pretty name,” Billy remarked.

Soon, back at Billy’s house, the little lost girl seemed much less worried about her plight. In fact, she walked around the shark’s place with intense curiosity.

“Now, let’s find you something to eat!” Billy said, almost licking his chomps. “Fatten you up a bit,” he muttered. He went to his refrigerator and looked in. “Tell me little girl, what would you like to eat, hm?”

“Can I have a shark burger, please?” the little dark haired girl asked sweetly.

Billy the Meaniebutt Shark turned to her. “That’s not funny, little girl,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“I wasn’t making a funny,” the little girl assured him, still smiling.

“Who are you?” Billy the Shark asked. There was something odd about this little lost girl, and he was suddenly getting a very bad feeling about all of this.

“Well, it’s not amnesia,” said the little girl. “Not even close. It doesn’t even rhyme with amnesia. Do you want to know what it rhymes with? I’ll tell you: it rhymes with sting. Not sting like a bee sting. Sting like: surprise! It’s a trap!”

Billy finally realized who this strange little girl was who had suddenly turned up frightened and alone on Shark Island, of all islands. He’d never seen her before, but he’d definitely heard of her.

The little girl whose name rhymed with shark hunting.

The little princess named Thing.

“No!” Billy the Meaniebutt Shark screamed. “Somebody! Haalp!”

“Say hello to my Big Bad Mum!” the little princess shouted.

“Oh no!” Billy cried. “Your mom’s here too! That’s not fair! How bad is she?”

“She’s awful!” the little princess admitted, “but I’m talking about my magical sword, see?”

She held it out for him to see. It was bright and shiny, and it looked very sharp.

Billy shuddered. “Please don’t turn me into Meanibutt shark cutlets!”

“Quiet down!” the little princess commanded. “If you surrender peacefully, I won’t have to.”

Billy stifled his sobs and tried to look as helpless and pathetic as possible.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, stinky shark!” the little princess said. “You’re such a bully, and just like all bullies, you’re really just a big ole coward at heart.”

“I’m sorry!” Billy whimpered. “What do you want me to do to make up for all of my bad ways? I’ll do anything.”

“Billy, Billy, Billy! You’ve been a bad boy! I’m going to take you to Shark Zoo.”

“Not Shark Zoo!” Shark Zoo was famous for being a place where sharks had to go in order to learn how to behave, and even do school work.

If they learned good manners, and promised to be good every day, the sharks would finally be set free again. Billy had met a few sharks who had graduated from Shark Zoo, and they were so boring.

“It’s not a zoo!” Billy complained. “It’s a prison! You turn perfectly natural sharks into wimpy little guppies. I betchu if I was a dolphin, you wouldn’t send me to such a nasty place–and dolphins are much worse than sharks!”

“What are you, an activist?” the little princess snapped. “Don’t talk to me about dolphins! I’m a shark hunter, okay? Now, hold still while I tie you up!”

And so, the little princess and her Jolly Pirates took Billy the Meaniebutt Shark to Shark Zoo. At first, Billy was very sad and bored there, but the little princess wrote him letters—and even sent some tasty snacks (not humans)—which brightened Billy’s spirits immensely. Before long, Billy was the best behaved, most studios shark in all of Shark Zoo; even standing up to bullies who liked to cause trouble there.

Billy had become so good and nice that by the time he we was free to live in regular waters again, he had gotten a new nickname: Billy the Goody-Goody Shark Who Always Likes to Brag That He’s Princess Thing’s Pal.

By Saladinho

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Baby Batty and Owleting

 

Batty_Owleting

Baby Batty was sad. His big sad eyes were moist, sparkling and reflected the brilliant moon. What a night it has turned out to be!

He’d wandered off to a human’s house, you see, and hadn’t been able to remember his way back home on the big tree. And as he rested his tired little wings on the window sill,  a human kid walked in. And oh so loud did she scream! All Baby Batty was doing was sitting on her window sill, peering out into the night, looking for his home. He’d done absolutely nothing to scare her. Hmph, he thought, almost falling off from the window as she ran out of her room. Batty heard her scream for her Mommy.

Baby Batty was sad that humans were scared of him. He never did anything to scare them and yet they ran away, screaming, almost running into walls, their hands in the air flailing around like they had seen a ghost! Well, at least he was home, safe.

Just then he heard some voices from lower down in the tree. He hadn’t heard that voice before. He knew a dog’s woof, a cat’s meow, a cow’s moo, even a human talking without a break on a small something attached to the ears (those humans are a weird lot he thought), but this was different.

“Mommy, Mommy!” Baby Batty flew to their branch,”I heard a new sound. Do you know what that is?”

Bigmama Bat swooped her shiny wings & turned. “Oh they are our new neighbors, Batty. They moved in late last night.”

“Are they bats? They don’t sound like bats.” Batty tipwinged and peered suspiciously over the branch.

“They are a hooting family of Mrs and Mr Owl and their little baby who is . They have asked us to tea. Do you want to come along?”, asked Bigmama Bat as she dusted her wings and spread the night glitter around.

“Ok” said Baby Batty and quickly wore his tiny little mittens.

As he watched BigmamaOwl pour his mama some tea he suddenly heard, “Hey, what is your name?”. All he could see were two bright, round, big, naughty eyes. Baby Batty was taken by surprise. Where did those eyes come from? He almost jumped out of his wings. Phew.

“My name is Batty. Who are you?”

“I am Owletling and this is my new doll”.

Owletling loved to make new friends. At their last hollowInTheTree home, she’d made friends with the tree and all the leaves and the butterflies and the bees. Even grouchy Mr. Bear was Owleting’s friend.

“Do you want to sit on the ledge and play with me?” Owletling’s big bright eyes were wide with anticipation. She did not wait for Baby Batty to say anything, just pulled him after her on to the ledge.

“Why are you sad, Batty?”
“How do you know I am sad?”
“Your eyes told me”
“Who taught you to read eyes?”
“The big tree taught me”
“What happened then?”
“Then one night the big tree shook very hard, like it had the fever. It moaned and groaned and fell down on the road. ”
“That’s very sad.”
“But why are you sad?”
“I frightened a human. And I didn’t have to so a thing. They always scream and run away when they see me. Am I a monster?”
“You are Batty. Battys are batty. They are not monsters. Only monsters can be monsters. The human needs glasses.”
“Even the one with glasses got scared one day.”
“They just need better glasses then, to see that everyone is different.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and they’ll never be able to fly. And you can. You don’t have to sit in a tin box to fly. Have you seen their tin boxes?”
“Yes, there are some in the sky!”
“And they wear pants!”
“You are so funny, Owletling.”
“Do you want a gummy bear?”
“Where did you get it from?”
“The bear who lived under the old tree made them for me. Its my new toy doll.”
“Lets go to the top branch of my tree. I’ll show you my favourite beach place!”

Baby Batty had made a friend. And he was never sad again. And the next time a human ran away from him scared, he’d laugh – because he didn’t need pants!

By NinjaDuckie

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ChumChum and Nana

shutterstock_69002632ChumChum and Nana sat on the swing, pushing it back and forth and all the while ChumChum talked about her school, and her friends, Adi, Tara and Mini. Nana’s pet dog Bruno slept with his head in ChumChum’s lap. She tickled him behind his ears, just to see them twitch in his sleep.

“You know Nana, the aeroplanebird is not a bird and it is not small either. When will I get to eat mangoes? Are those mangoes up there on the trees in your garden? Which bird is that? Your garden is so nice Nana. Can I water your plants tomorrow? I want to eat mangoes, Nana.” She chimed in one breath.

Nana laughed her tinkling laugh, “Do you want to walk with me and see the mango trees?”

Bruno sat straight and looked up at Nana. He was as happy as ChumChum to go to the garden. He grabbed his squeaky toy and ran after them on his stubby legs.

There was a hammock tied to two of the mango trees. Nana lay ChumChum on it and then lay down next to her. The sunlight streamed through the leaves and fell on to their faces. ChumChum raised her hand and moved it around to feel the warm rays play on her arm. She giggled “Nana, these sun rays are playing hide and seek with my arm”.

Nana raised her arm and pointed to the top of the tree “See there ChumChum, you see that green little thing? That is a baby mango.”

“But Nana, mangoes are yellow. My teacher showed us a picture.”

“Yes ChumChum, mangoes are yellow. But before they become yellow, they are green. And you know, the green ones are sour and not sweet like the yellow mangoes.”

“Sour like curd?”

“Umm, not like curd. Mango sour is a different sour. Like when you feel naughty and hide behind a chair and jump out in front of Mama and giggle. That giggle is sour. It tickles you.”

“I want to eat the sour mango, Nana, and laugh a naughty laugh.”

Now Nana had been hiding a mango in her satchel for just a time like this. She cut a small piece for ChumChum and herself. “Now we both will eat this after I count to three. Okay? One…two…three!”

ChumChum took a quick bite and the naughty mango tickled her teeth. She shut her eyes tight and squeaked. “NANA! The mango is so sour!”

Nana laughed, and ate her piece of mango and squeaked just like ChumChum.

“I want more Nana!”

Bruno looked up at them, wondered what the fuss was about and ran off to explore the garden. His favourite thing in the world to do.

By Ninja Duckie

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Eating People Is Wrong

Congratulations!
First day?
Not to worry, you are off to a great start!
Come this way!

Brains safely ensconced in Head?
Hands check? Feet check?
All systems go?
You’re on your own and YOU can go wherever you want to go.

Streets! Up and down they go. Look a hare!
Hare

Sometimes you will want to go to there.
There are other rather dreary streets, but then I think you should trust your feets.

Also sometimes all streets are horrible,
and almost all incorrigible.
Then turn to page three ninety four,
or maybe head out of this town, so dour.

Out there! Oh, out there!
They say ‘stuff happens’
And it does to people like you but sometimes it doesn’t.

But when stuff does happen,
Fret! Panic! Be normal!
But also, go!
With the flow!

But remember! Eating people is wrong. Also watch out for angry running lobsters.
Lobsters

Strapping young person, you!
Sights! Sounds! Lights! Camera! Action!
Up is the place for you.

You will be good and you will fly to better clouds.
You will be the best and above the rest.

But don’t take my word for it! Because sometimes you won’t!

It is kinda sad and terribly true
Ups come with Downs and a lot of times they come for you.

You could lounge in a trough. Like this baleful starefish.
Starefish

That part is usually rough.

This is when they say the going gets tough.

The streets might suck again.
Darkness everywhere?
A bump and a push and a tumble in the bush.

It could be even worse. You could be eaten by a cute lion.
Lion

But remember! Eating people is wrong.

Maybe a clockwise when it should have been counterclockwise?
Who knows? I don’t!
Take the road less travelled or take the high road?
IT IS PRETTY HARD TO MAKE A DECISION WHEN IT IS YOURS TO MAKE.
QMan

You could try sitting but you don’t look the type to be doing that!

You will find a way. You will get out.

Once more! Oh the Heights! You will go where no ham has gone before!
Spacenaut

There is fun.

But sometimes there isn’t.

I might have left out the sports. You can learn about them on your own.
I am personally into video game horticulture.
Plant

Learning is always good.

There is loneliness to come. And the fears. Oh they are downright fearsome.
Scared me when I met them and I am scared still.
You will want to be scared too. I think it is okay. But what do I know?

Know this. Eating people is wrong.
And sometimes there will be cake and sometimes it will be a lie!

But I think you are an upper and a getter.

Tread lightly. Balance well. Be nice and be well. Look a bug!
Bug

Maybe you will get there!
Oh well, you probably very well will!

Now maybe you shouldn’t waste time listening to me prattle
when there are hurdles to be rattled.
Pinnacle

Poem and Original Artwork by Ninja Dukie’s good friend, Doppey

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The Elevator That Went Nowhere

Somewhere in the faraway land of Boombeh, there was a little house. Inside this little house was an elevator. Now you must be wondering, what’s an elevator doing in a little house? But there it was.

People laughed about it, made little jokes about the little house with the elevator. They called it ‘The Elevator That Went Nowhere’.

No one went near the elevator. ‘What’s the use?’, they’d say. ‘Where can this possibly take us? To the terrace of this little house?’, they shrugged the idea away.

But not Thing.

You see, Thing loved elevators.

She couldn’t stop herself from trying this elevator out. The Elevator That Went Nowhere.

So, one fine day, Thing dressed up in her best dress and stepped inside The Elevator. The Elevator was the coziest elevator Thing had ever seen. It had lots of buttons and knobs and lights and fans and wonderful music played inside it. It had a mirror where Thing could see her best dress swoosh around as she twirled and danced around in The Elevator.

‘But where does this Elevator go?’, Thing wondered.

There were SO many buttons with all kinds of numbers (some of them Thing hadn’t even learned yet). Then there were buttons with images and dates and words. There was a button that said ‘I’m feeling lucky’. There was a button that said ‘Spin’. There was a button that said ‘Tweet’.

SO. MANY. BUTTONS.

What a funny elevator, Thing thought.

So she did, what she did on the normal elevators.

She pressed the button with the number ‘3’ on it.

3 – For Thing, Mama and Dada. Simple.

The Elevator made a funny noise and Thing felt as if the Elevator was rushing up a very, very tall building. As if the little house wasn’t so little at all.

After some time, when The Elevator had made enough funny noises, it stopped. The doors of The Elevator opened and Thing stepped out.

In front of her were three musketeers, muskeeting away.

‘TAKE THAT’. ‘AND THAT’. ‘AND THAT’.

Athos, Porthos and Aramis (funny names Thing thought) kept muskeeting till Thing got bored and stepped back into The Elevator.

This time she pressed ‘7’.

The Elevator made all the funny noises again and stopped once more. As Thing stepped out, she could hear faint singing. Straining her little neck a little, Thing saw seven dwarfs walking towards a beautiful little cottage, carrying shiny jewels and singing songs that spoke of a fair princess. Thing went up to them and asked them what the song was about. They told her the song was called ‘The Ballad of the Fairest of them all’, in memory of a dear friend who had gone away to live with a handsome prince. What a foolish girl, Thing thought. Who’d leave these friendly dwarfs and go live with a handsome Prince? But then, she thought, one day, I’ll get married and go live with a handsome Prince as well. Yougottadowhatyougottado.

Or maybe the Prince would come and live with her and the dwarfs? Or the handsome prince and the dwarfs and Mama and Dada and Thing could all live together. In the little House. Definitely in the little house with The Elevator.

Thing said goodbye to the dwarfs(much to their dismay) and returned to the Elevator. This time, she pressed ‘SPIN’, just for some variety you know.

The Elevator began spinning. It spun around like one of those roundabouts at the playground. Everything around Thing was becoming blurry and colorful and there was music to accompany the spinning. The Elevator kept spinning till Thing was so sleepy that she just couldn’t keep her eyes open. And then she slept.

And as she slept she dreamed a beautiful dream – of numbers and words and dwarfs and songs and lovely little houses. When she woke up, all the buttons in The Elevator had disappeared. Only one button remained. The one that said ‘I’m feeling lucky’.

So Thing pressed it.

And the doors of The Elevator opened.

Outside The Elevator was Thing’s home. And in Thing’s home were her Mama and Dada.

As she stepped outside, The Elevator made a funny noise again.

And then it spoke: ‘Even when the world tells you that you won’t go nowhere, Thing, cling to your dreams. Trust them like you trusted The Elevator That Went Nowhere and the world will be more magical than you could ever imagine.’

With those words of wisdom, The Elevator made another funny noise and disappeared.

It probably went back to its little house, Thing thought.

And so she ran into her house and into her Mama’s lap and exclaimed, ‘I’M FEELING LUCKY TODAY MAMA!’.

‘So am I’, Mama said and hugged the luckiest girl in the world.

By Tantanoo

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The Cookie that killed the monster

One day the little girl came crying to her mama, “Mama, this monster boy in school scares me and he tries to eat my lunch all the time.”

Mama sat the little girl on her lap and asked her if  they should go to school and talk to the boy.

“Mama, that monster boy will scare you too!”, the little girl sniffled.

So mama asked her what she would like to do instead.

The little girl thought for a moment and said, “Can I take a Cookie Monster to school to scare him?”

Her mama was confused, “Why a Cookie Monster sweetheart? I thought they ate all the cookies up.”

“Because I think he is scary only because he has never eaten yummy monster cookies. If he eats them, he will be happy, and then he won’t be so scary!”

“You think the monster cookies will do this?”

“Yes mama, because you make them for me when I’m sad and I always feel happy. They’re so nice and big and warm and I have to open my mouth this big… Aaaaaaaahhh” she opened her mouth as wide as she could.

‘All right, we’ll make lots of monster cookies for you then”, said her mama smiling.

The excited little girl said, “Can I help you make the monster cookies? Pitty pwease?”

Her mama nodded and they set to work. The little girl made big, BIGGG cookies with her mama and watched with her as they grew fat in the oven. She could smell the lovely warm baking smells and looked at mama with big saucer eyes, “Look Mama, they look so nice and they smell nice too. The scary monster boy will love them and he will be my friend, I can priteckt him too, one cookie at a time.”

Mama laughed, “Of course darling! Just like you priteckt Dada and me.”

The little girl had learnt something important that day. As she stood in the kitchen with her mama, smelling the warm baking smells of the fresh monster cookies, she realized she would always have a monster cookie, a glass of milk and her mama to fight all the monsters in the world with.

By The Cuppie Cake

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The Singing Fox

Once upon a time, there was a fox.

F.O.X

Yes, that’s how he spelt it.

Fox was special. He was brown and furry. And clever.

Now, you’ll say that all foxes are brown, furry and clever. But wait, this fox was truly special. Because this fox loved to sing. And he would often try to sing for his friends, the other foxes.

But the other foxes would make fun of him. “Stop it. You’re a fox, you’re not supposed to sing” they’d mock him.

Fox would feel bad and slink away. Nobody wanted to hear him sing.

But later, when no one was around, he would step outside his foxhole and sing to the sky. He would sing of the moon and the stars. He would smell the flowers in the field and listen to the gurgling of the stream… and sing his favourite songs.

He was happiest when he was alone and singing.

One day, Fox and his skulk (yes, that’s what they call their group) went hunting for food. At the edge of the woods, they saw a farmhouse with lots of animals. There were Horses, Cows, Sheep, Pigs, Dogs and his favourites – the Hens.

“I hope I find some nice eggs for dinner”, he thought as they sneaked in to the farm.

He was about to enter the coop when he heard something.

He turned and followed the sound until he found a girl sitting on a log of wood, strumming her guitar.

Fox could not resist. He loved the music. He began to sing along.

The girl stopped playing and turned to him.

“You don’t sound like a human, but you sing well for a fox” she smiled.

Fox went closer to her and sat at her feet.

“Let’s play some more songs” said the girl.

And so they played many songs that evening.  They sang of an old man and his farm, of a bird called the kookaburra and a princess called Jasmine.

Suddenly, there was a screech and a big car came through the gate.

“Thing! What are you doing? Is that a fox? Shoo!” shouted a voice.

It was the girl’s Mom.

Our quick brown fox jumped over the fence and ran towards the woods.

When he felt safe, he stopped. His heart was beating fast. His knees were shaking. But he was so happy!

He had never sung so many songs in front of anyone. And Thing had not made fun of him. She had been nice to him!

Fox felt good. As we walked back home he sang more songs loudly.

When he reached home, the other foxes asked him, “Where were you? We kept looking for you”.

“Oh, I had lost my way, but now I’m fine” he said and continued to sing. He was no longer afraid of what they would say.

Thanks to Thing, Fox sang happily ever after.

By Faux Fleur

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Munia plays in the garden

It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning, and little Munia was the only one in the entire house who was awake. She poked her head out from her warm woolly blanket and stared at the ceiling. She twisted her head and knew that this was the best time to play. She jumped out of her bed and hopped and skipped her way into the garden.

“Hello Garden!”
“Bright morning Sun!”
“Merriness to you, fast-growing green grass!
“Happy good morning, cobbled stones!”
“Merry nid-noddy morning, dancing daisies!”
“Hello! My petulant petunias.”
“Cheery-cheery day, big blue gate!”
Yes, Munia had a special greeting for everyone in the garden. A yellow butterfly came close to Munia’s cheek, fluttered her wings and flew away.
Munia shouted out, “Happy day! Happy day! Happy-happy day!!” Munia danced and pranced and shouted out happily at everyone.

“Yes, I’ve I wished them all!” Munia declared and flopped belly-up on the grass utterly pleased with herself.
“But you didn’t wish me.” Munia heard a tiny whisper.
Munia looked around startled. “Who is that?” she asked.
“Here, and don’t crush me.” The tiny voice replied.
“I can’t see you.” Munia peered into the grass.
“That’s because I’m sitting on your nose.” the little voice giggled.
“But I cannot see you.” Munia got quite cross-eyed from trying to stare at her nose.
“I want to see you. I want to play with you.” Munia crinkled her nose, attempting to see.
“If you can guess who I am, I’ll play with you.” The little voice giggled.
“Do you have wings?” Munia loved guessing games.
“Yes, my wings are very red and have dots on them.”
“Can you fly?” Munia asked
“Yes, I can.” The voice trilled.
“Are you a bird?” Munia asked.
“One half of my name is a bird. But I have no beak.” The voice replied.
“Are you an angel?” Munia asked softly.
“I don’t wear pretty dresses but I’m half a lady.” The voice replied.
“Are you a bug?” Munia was beginning to get close to the answer.
“Yes, you’ve to tell me my name.” The bug warbled excitedly.
“I know. I know.” Munia shouted in excitement. “You are a ladybird bug! You are a ladybug!”
“Yay! You got that right!” The ladybird shouted. She jumped off Munia’s nose and landed on her palm. And the two new friends danced and jumped and played all morning!

The next time you are in the garden just look out for the pretty red polka-dotted ladybugs and you too can play with them all day!

By Moon

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