Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tilly Milligan

Tilly Milligan thought she knew everything,
"The capital of China is Beijing!"
Tilly would spout to anyone she thought wasn't very bright.
This was everyone really within her beady little sight.

Tilly Milligan thought she knew it all.
Although she was barely four feet tall.
She would correct her parents and even her teacher,
with a nasty smile, not her best feature.

"Enough! No more!" they all cried in unison.
"Tilly Milligan must be taught a lesson.
A crafty plan is what we need,
who will volunteer to do the deed?"

"I have a plan," said the baker, Mrs. Wise.
"I'll bake her a pie with a little surprise."
Mrs. Wise had devised a secret recipe.
"T'will stop her conceit, I guarantee."

"A slice of  humble pie is what she really deserves.
Made with lots of peppercorn and chilli preserves,
A spoonful of honey and a pinch of salt,
some cod liver oil and a smidgeon of malt."

"A pie baked for you," said Mrs.Wise.
When Tilly saw it with her greedy eyes,
her mouth began to water and dribble,
"I'll just have a bite, perhaps a little nibble."

In two seconds flat the pie had disappeared
Down the gullet (while everyone cheered).
Tilly bounced around like a silly goat,
Pointing at the fire burning in her throat.

From that day on, not a sound could be heard,
Not one fact, a remark, not even a word.
Tilly Milligan had learnt an important lesson,
From now on she would eat from the delicatessen!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The missing 'A'

I've looked everywhere.
Even over there.

So where could it be?
It's not under the lemon tree.
Could it possibly be somewhere behind me?

Is it over there on top of the bench?
In the bin? Oh, the stench!

Is it hiding in front of my nose?
Or is it squished in between my toes?
Nobody knows!

Follow the dog, he must know.
Nose to the ground, off he goes.

Round and round the gum tree.
One, two, three.
Where could it be?

Oh, I remember now!
I hid it under the terry towel.

I've found the missing letter 'A'.
I can use it now, to spell words like today,
and happy and hooray.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Ryan goes to the moon.

One morning Ryan woke to find an envelope beside his bed. Inside the envelope was an invitation.

Dear Ryan,
Please come to my fancy dress party on the moon.

Your friend Zoonie.

Ryan jumped out of bed excitedly. He had never been to the moon before. Then Ryan had a thought. What am I going to dress up as? He dug deep inside his wardrobe, throwing aside this and that.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, pulling out an eye patch. "I'm going to be a space pirate."

But Ryan had another problem. How was he going to get to the moon?
"I could build a ladder to the moon, I suppose," he thought. "But it would have to be a really tall ladder."
"There must be a quicker way..."

Ryan had an idea. Not just any idea but a brilliant idea.

A few hours passed. Occasionally a bang or thump could be heard from inside the garage. Then finally the door opened to reveal a shiny red rocket.

Not long after that, Ryan was on his way to the moon in his shiny red rocket.

It was night time when Ryan arrived on the moon. Zoonie had lit a great big bonfire where all their friends had gathered. Jacob was dressed as a robot, Liam as an astronaut, Darwinia as a star and Justin as an alien. They ate lots of yummy food and had fun playing games all through the night.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Scribble stories #3

From scribble time with Darwinia. Who knows where the scribbles will take us next?

Hungry Bear, Dragon's Treasure

"Grraw. I'm a hungry bear, Mama."
"And what does a hungry bear want to eat for breakfast?" Mama asked.
"Honey, of course!"
"How about pancakes with honey on top?"
"Grraw. That's Bear for yummy."

After breakfast Darwinia and Mama went outside to do some gardening.
"Twitch, twitch," said Darwinia hopping around. "I'm a rabbit now."
"What do rabbits like to do?" Mama asked.
"They like to dig in the garden and eat carrots, of course!"
So Mama and Darwinia dug up some carrots from the garden. Then Mama washed the carrots and gave one to Darwinia.
"Twitch, twitch," said Darwinia. "That's Rabbit for delicious."

It was time for lunch.
"Snap, snap. I'm a hungry crocodile."
"What does a hungry crocodile eat for lunch?" Mama asked.
"Fish of course!"
"How about a tuna sandwich?"
"Snap, snap. That means 'yes please!' in Crocodile," replied Darwinia.

After lunch it was time for a nap.
"Hoot, hoot. I'm an owl."
"Then it's nap time for the little owl," said Mama.
"But I don't want to go to bed now," grumbled Darwinia.
"All little owls need a rest so that they can grow big and strong, and have enough energy to play with Daddy when he gets home," said Mama as she tucked Darwinia into bed.

After her nap, Darwinia was full of energy and ready to play again.
"Puff, puff,"said Darwinia. "I'm a fire breathing dragon."
"And what do fire breathing dragons do?" Mama asked.
"They look for treasure, of course!"
"In that case I have just the thing for you. I found a treasure map while you were asleep. Shall we go look for the treasure together?"
"Puff, puff. That's Dragon for 'yes please!'."

They looked at the map.
"Hmm, the map says that the treasure is hidden between a rock and a tree. What tree could that be?" Mama asked Darwinia.
Darwinia looked at the treasure map. "There's apples drawn on the tree Mama. It must be the apple tree!"
Darwinia and Mama ran to the apple tree. Beside the apple tree was a large rock and inbetween the two was a shiny blue box.
"We've found the treasure!" shouted Darwinia excitedly.
Together they opened the box. Inside the box there were two golden delicious apples, two golden passionfruit and a bag of gold coins. Of course the coins weren't really made of gold, they were made of chocolate. Mama and Darwinia sat beneath the apple tree and shared the treasure between them.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Scribble stories #2

Scribble story time is when my daughter and I scribble whatever we feel like and make up a story at the same time. Who knows where the scribbles will take us next?!

How to bake the perfect cake

It was a week before Daddy's birthday. Darwinia wanted to surprise him with the perfect birthday cake. She searched high and low for the perfect ingredients.

She travelled around the world to find the most deliciously expensive chocolate that she could buy (chocolate being Daddy's most favourite thing).

Then she charmed the bees, who gave her their most prized possession - honey - made from the delicately scented lilies growing in a secret location, that only the bees could find.

Next she asked an award winning cow for some milk. Which she then turned into delicious cream.

She now had the best chocolate, honey and cream in the world for her special cake. But it was still not enough. She wanted something unique...something out of this world.

"Aha! I've got it, the perfect ingredient," she shouted.
What was the perfect ingredient? Stardust of course!

So she disappeared into the garage for hours on end. Every now and then, a bang and sometimes a clang could be heard. Finally she emerged with a big smile on her face. Darwinia had built herself a shiny red rocket, to launch herself into space.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...blast off. And out of this world she flew. She travelled for an hour and a day, till she finally reached her destination.

It was hot and bright, but Darwinia had come prepared. She had packed her sunglasses as well as sunscreen too. She cast her special stardust collecting net and scooped up a bag or two. Then homeward bound she flew.

She mixed all the ingredients together and waited while Mummy put it in the oven. She counted the minutes, she watched the clock, she squirmed in her chair and even pulled out her hair. Till finally she heard the magic 'ding', then out came the cake all fluffy and nice.

When Daddy saw the cake with all the candles on top, he couldn't wait. He had to have just a little taste.

And the big smile on his face....

It said it all.

Scribble stories #1

From scribble time with my daughter. We scribble some pictures down as I tell her a story. This one was from today. Who knows where the scribbles will take us?

The Bunny Tree

There once was a bunny who didn't like to share.
He stole all the carrots in Farmer Nuggets garden
and didn't leave not a one to spare.

He piled them high back in his burrow.
He had lots of carrots to eat today,
and plenty more left over for tomorrow.

One sunny morning, chewing happily
sat he underneath a shady tree .
Another bunny appeared in the vicinity.

"Please, Mr Bunny can you spare a carrot for hungry little me?
There are no carrots left for miles around."
"No, definitely not, this is all I've got," grumbled he.

But shh, it was all just a test.
In a blink of an eye the bunny disappeared
And in it's place a fairy did manifest.

"Mr Bunny, you must learn to share.
She waved her magic wand,
and then he was no longer there.

In his place a little apple tree did grow,
"From now on sir, the fruit that you bear,
will be shared by all that you know."