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.

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.

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."

I really need to start writing again!

What the?

Ever notice how ants seems to get into your house the day before it rains. Getting out of the rain, that part I understand. What I don't get, is why after all that effort, do they then go and drown themselves in the kettle???

Sunday Scribblings #190: Beauty

Apologies, very rushed and rough....

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"You know you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age," the old lady said.
Leila sighed impatiently. What would the senile old hag know, after all she was just another ugly old woman with wrinkled skin and wiry grey hair.

With her long silky black locks, emerald eyes and flawless skin, Leila on the other hand was beautiful. She had come into this world beautiful, announcing her arrival with one loud indignant scream, followed immediately by an angelic smile. From that moment on, her parents devoted all their time, money and energy on pleasing their only child. As the days and years passed her beauty only became more and more apparent. Leila learnt at a very young age to use her beauty to manipulate and dominate others.

"This will be perfect for your tea party. It's a new recipe I've invented. I haven't named it yet. You'll be the first to try it, " the old lady said presenting Leila with the pie.
"A special gift for you and your husband," she added.
Without a comment, Leila ungraciously took the pie, turned on her heels and walked out of the store.
From the store window, the old lady watched with amusement as Leila pushed her way through the busy street. "May you get what you deserve."

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"This is absolutely delightful," the Mayor's wife trilled, taking another delicate bite of the pie, as the other guests nodded their agreements.
"It's a new recipe I came up with. I haven't named it yet." Leila lied.
"You'll have to let us in on your little secr ---"
The Mayor's wife gasped as the other guests looked on in horror.
"Leila...your face..."
"What is wrong with my face?" Leila cried, running her hands frantically down her face. Where once there was flawlessly smoothe skin, Leila now only encountered bumps and grooves.
"A MIRROR! I NEED A MIRROR!"
No one moved. Their attentions were focused on Leila's hair, clumps of which now lay on the floor.

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A month passed, doctors came and went. Not a single one of them knew why or how the once beautiful Leila came to lose her exquisite looks. They could only shake their heads in pity. Only one person knew the real reason and she called it a slice of humble pie.

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