Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere Jaimie's Zoo
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Michael Fairless's short story:
Once upon a time there lived a Tinkle-Tinkle. I cannot tell you what
he was like, because no man knows, not even the Tinkle-Tinkle himself.
Sometimes he lived on the ground, sometimes in a tree, sometimes in the
water, sometimes in a cave; and I can't tell you what he lived on, for
no man knows, not even the Tinkle-Tinkle himself.
One day the
Tinkle-Tinkle was going through a wood, when he heard a piteous weeping.
He stopped, for he was a kindly Tinkle-Tinkle, and found two small
dormice sobbing under a tree because they had been cruelly deserted by
their parents. He wiped their eyes tenderly and took them to his cave
home; but I cannot tell you how he went, for no man knows, not even the
Tinkle-Tinkle. However, when he got there he put the dormice to bed in
his grandmother's boots, for which he had never found any use before,
and fed them on periwinkles and tea, and was very kind to them; and when
they grew older he bought them caps and aprons, and they became the
Tinkle - Tinkle's housemaid and parlourmaid.
Now I must tell you
that it was a great grief to the Tinkle-Tinkle not to know what he was,
or how he lived, or where he was going to; and it often made him
depressed, but he always concealed it from the dormice, appearing a most
cheerful and contented creature.
One day he found a poor green
bird lying on the ground with its leg broken. Fortunately Tinkle-Tinkle
had his grandmother's black silk reticule with him which had never been
of any service to him before. He gently placed the green bird in the
bottom and carried it to the cave.
The dormice laid the poor
sufferer on a soft bed and put the broken leg up carefully in plaster of
Paris; and they nursed the green bird with the greatest attention so
that it was soon well enough to hop about on crutches; and it sang so
beautifully that all the inhabitants round gave it money, and its fame
spread abroad; but it was so tenderly attached to the Tinkle-Tinkle and
the dormice that it would not leave them.
Now it happened on a
certain evening that the Tinkle-Tinkle was travelling over the sea, when
suddenly in the depths he caught sight of a most beautiful Creature.
It was all sorts of colours-- white, rosy pink, and deep crimson, and
pale blue fading into white and gold. It had no face but a bright
light; and it had quantities of beautiful iridescent wings, like the
rainbow; and the most lovely voice you ever heard, like the sighing of
the waves in the hollow of the sea.
The Tinkle-Tinkle was so
astonished and entranced that he stopped, and the beautiful Creature
cried out to him, and its voice made Tinkle-Tinkle remember a dream he
had once had of sunshine, and forest trees, and the song of birds; and
the Creature said, "Ah, Tinkle-Tinkle! you are lonely and perplexed and
sad, and you do not know whence you came nor why you are here; but the
dormice know and the green bird knows, and I know, and we are glad for
your being. Go on, Tinkle-Tinkle, and do not sorrow, for some day you
shall come back to me, and I will wrap you in my wings and take you
where you belong, and then you will understand."
Tinkle-Tinkle heard this he was glad with a new strange gladness, and he
went back to his cave; but not alone, for the spirit of hope went with
The Tinkle-Tinkle had one gift--he could sing--how, no man
knew, not even the Tinkle-Tinkle himself; and this is how he discovered
One day in a secluded spot in the forest he found a
dying stag, and the Tinkle-Tinkle was moved with great compassion and
yet could do nothing.
The great stag's head drooped lower and
lower till even the sun melted in a mist of pity, and the trees sighed,
and the breezes hushed their voices. Then suddenly the Tinkle-Tinkle
crept close and began to sing, why or how he knew not. As he sang, the
birds and the stream were silenced and the breezes ceased, and the great
stag's breathing grew less and less laboured, and his eyes brightened,
and presently he rose slowly to his feet and paced away to join the rest
of the herd, and the Tinkle-Tinkle went with him.
stag's companions heard the story, they wept for all that had befallen
their leader, but rejoiced also and blessed the Tinkle-Tinkle; and he
sang once more for them, and the Star-spirits leaned out of their bright
little windows to listen, and the night was glad.
Many were the
adventures of the Tinkle-Tinkle, and countless the creatures he cheered
and helped, yet he never fancied himself any use or knew why he was in
the world. He brought home a poor old crab without a claw, and the
green bird and the dormice found a hook and screwed it in, and the poor
old crab used to carry parcels for the neighbours; but he still lived
with the Tinkle-Tinkle.
Another time it was a snail with a broken
shell; for him they built a beautiful little house, and he made little
rush brooms and sold them to the passers-by; but he lived ever after
close to the Tinkle-Tinkle's front door.
So it went on till all
the Tinkle-Tinkle's homes were full of strange occupants, and he began
to feel very old and worn and weary. Then he remembered the promise of
the beautiful Creature, and went slowly over the sea hoping the time had
come for it to be fulfilled, and it had. The beautiful Creature
stretched out its lovely rose and purple wings and wrapped the
Tinkle-Tinkle in their warm soft greatness, and bore him down and down
through the depths till they came to the Great Gate. At the beautiful
Creature's voice it swung slowly back, and they passed down the Blue
Pathway, which is all ice, cut and carved into lovely pinnacles and
spires, very blue with the blue of the summer sky and the southern seas.
The Tinkle-Tinkle could just see it from between the beautiful
Creature's wings, stretching away in the blue distance, and at the end
Presently--and though the time had been one thousand
years it had not seemed long to the Tinkle-Tinkle--they came out into a
beautiful place that was nothing but light, and the beautiful Creature
set the Tinkle-Tinkle down; he looked around him and saw many other
Tinkle-Tinkles, and he knew them for what they were and loved their
beauty; and the Creature gently swept one of its purple pinions across
him, and the Tinkle-Tinkle took form. He had many, many little soft,
strong hands and many little white feet, and long sweeping wings and a
face which shone with something of the light of the beautiful Creature;
and the Tinkle-Tinkle saw and understood and sang for joy.
This short story by Michael Fairless comes from her "The Grey Brethren," a collection of four short stories. Which I think was published by Messrs. Duckworth & Co.
Margaret Fairless Barber(7 May 1869 – 24 August 1901), pseudonymMichael Fairless, was an English Christian writer whose book of meditations, The Roadmender (1902) achieved huge popularity in its time.
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
JAIMIE wants you to guess which is the craftiest animal ?
Maybe if she tells you a little story you will be able to tell her.
Once upon a time a crow sat on a branch of a tree. In his beak he had a very tasty piece of cheese. A fox who was squatting under the tree, wanted that piece of cheese very, very much, but how was he to get the crow to let go of the cheese, that was the question!
"Hey Crow" the fox shouted up to the crow, "I hear you have a beautiful voice." The crow looked down at the fox and winked his eye, nodding his head as he did so. But still crow held tight to his tasty piece of cheese.
"Oh my Mr Crow, I really would like to hear your beautiful voice?" Fox smiled as nicely as he could. "I heard a starling singing the other day and I thought he had the best voice I'd ever heard."
Well of course this really annoyed Mr Crow. How on earth could this stupid fox think that a starling could sing better than him! And without stopping to think it through, the crow ruffled its feathers proudly, opened his beak and down fell the cheese straight into the mouth of the sly old fox.
Of course by now you must know that the fox has to be one of the contenders for the craftiest animals, in the woods anyway. Shall I tell you a little piece more about this beautiful red animal we call a fox?
Well here you go then, this very cunning wild animal can be found in woods, around farms, in towns and even in peoples gardens. At night it likes to leave its den and go searching for food, mainly small animals like rabbits, mice and hedgehogs.... but as you will know if you've ever kept chickens and hens, they also like to pinch the farmers hens when ever they can.And of course now that they have found out that we humans like to through away lots of food instead of eating it all up, they also earch through our garden dustbins searching for tasty morsels we might have left behind.
Diddily has three foxes living in the woods behind her garden. She also has a special place where Peter, (Mr Diddily) takes all sorts of good things for the foxes during the winter months. The two adults only had one cub (baby) this year, they may have had more but the very long winter here in Wales possible killed the young ones. The female fox is called a vixen, the male a dog, and the baby a cub. They havered fur and bushy tails, tiny feet that can run very fast and even more they can taake to water if they need to get out of trouble quickly. (Do you remember the gingerbread man and the fox, oh dear poor ginger . The fox is indeed a very clever little animal.
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
As the following little rhyme is called in this book of 1927 called
"A Book of Nonsense and other Absurdities." as collected by Ernest Rhys.
Little Betty Winckle, she had a pig, It was a little pig and not very big; When he was alive he liv'd in clover, But now he's dead, and that's all over; Johnny Winkle, he Sat down and cry'd, Betty Winkle she Laid down and dy'd; So there was an end of one, two, and three, Johnny Winkle, he, Betty Winckle, she, And Piggy Wiggie.
dirge is a song made for the dead; but whether this was made for Betty
Winckle or her pig, it is uncertain;
no notice being taken of it by
Camden, or any of the famous antiquarians.
In jungle lore a rabbit is said to be a fainthearted animal amongst many
animals that live in the jungle. The rabbit is the most timid by nature.
He is startled and frightened at the slightest sound and runs away as
if his house is on fire. All the animals of the forest started calling
the rabbit ' Mister Faintheart'. The rabbit disliked this kind of
name-calling and did not know what to do to stop it. He went up to the wise old owl who lived in the hollow of a big Banyan tree
and was known throughout the animal kingdom for his wisdom. He could
solve the most difficult of problems. The rabbit wanted the owl's
advice. The rabbit said to the owl, "All the animals in the forest
call me ' Mr. Faintheart'. I feel hurt and I want to remove this
impression that the animals of the jungle have. What should I do?" The owl replied, " Never fear anyone." The rabbit wondered, " How was that possible?" The
owl explained to the rabbit, " First you should mix with animals who
are smaller than you. After that move around with your peers and make
friends all around. And finally show respect to the elder animals as
and when you meet them. If you follow these steps then no one will call
you Mr. Faintheart!"
The rabbit giving up his idea of going home merrily hopped his way to the riverbank. There he saw some frogs jumping about. The rabbit addressing the frogs said, "Hello friends! I come here often to drink water but we have never spoken to each other." " Yes," replied one of the frogs, " It would be fun talking to you." The rabbit made friends with the frog and was no longer afraid of them. The rabbit looked up at the sky and said bravely to himself, " Now I am not afraid of anyone in the jungle." At
this very moment a fox came to the river to drink water. The rabbit
looked at the fox and said, " Hello cunning fox, how are you? Can I help you in any way? You know, I am not afraid of anyone anymore" Aren't you afraid of me?" asked the fox. "No," replied the rabbit, " Now I am not afraid of anyone."
The fox seeing his authority usurped reacted with anger and pushed the rabbit into the river.
The frogs saved the rabbit with great difficulty and advised him to be circumspect in what he says and to whom! The
rabbit thanked the owl and turned away to return to his house. On the
way he met a bat, hanging head down from the branch of a tree. The
rabbit stopped and said, " Hello, Mr. Bat! How are you doing today?" The surprised bat said to himself, " I can't believe this! This rabbit
was always frightened of me and ran away if I only flapped my wings. He
now dares to stop and talk to me?" He said to the rabbit, " I am doing
fine Mr. Rabbit. How are you doing." Saying these words the bat flew
The Moral of this Story, Is to Know your Limitations!
In some cases I have altered the American version to the British version
Hello, It's been ages since anyone came to see me, here in Jaimies Jungle. Don't go away though, I've been searching for some really nice stories or rhymes for us..... and I have found a few in a 107 year old book. so they should be brand new for most of you. Now the first poem is called "The Foolish Frog " and was written by a gentleman called Stephen Southwold, but he changed his name quite a lot when he became famous, though he wrote this as Stephen Southwold when he was in his twenties.
THE FOOLISH FROG.
A nimble, lithe and spruce young frog, Who gambolled by the riverside With many an eager hop and jump, A slow old tortoise there espied.
Puffed out with pride, the vain young frog Sneered at the slow one's crawling gait; "It must be hard," he jeered, "To be condemned to such a fate."
I don't suppose," he then went on, "You know how fine it is to leap, In fact," he mocked, "I half believe You merely crawl along asleep.
"Yet, if you'd only try to learn, It's simpler far than A B C. Why, mother said she did not spend A single moment teaching me."
"Now watch me!" said the foolish frog, The tortoise tried to hide a smile. The young frog leapt . . . . too late he saw The slyly waiting crocodile !... Stephen Southwold
"The next time it begins to rain... lie down on your belly, nestle your chin into the grass, and get a frog's-eye view of how raindrops fall... The sight of hundreds of blades of grass bowing down and popping back up like piano keys strikes me as one of the merriest sights in the world."
JAIMIE thinks this may be a little over the top
for the reaally little ones, so let them watch the video of Scooby- Doo and the Ghost Ship (games) instead.
Let go, let go, I cry to the little weasels clinging to my trouser cuffs
but the little blighters are persistant and tough, intent on
making me ragged and rough.
Vainly I kick at them and beat them with sticks but only suceed in bruising my ankles and straining my shins.
The weasels of self-doubt and regret cling remorselessly to
my apparel and limbs.
Nothing seems to shake them - salt and pepper, threatening
letters, a word in the ear from one who knows better.
They drag me back to the Woods of Love Lost and show me
where we carved out initials
and later on I called her silly, vain and superficial.
In the glade where we made lovely lemonade from spring water and crushed elderberries we found in the
shade they start to gnaw at my best leather boots, trailing
spittled slivers of heel, flap and lacefrom their laughing, leering lips like exotic cigars or
Release me, you little, goblin-faced swine, I cry, but they
only smirk and simper the more,
going through my jacket pockets in search of more delectable
sweetmeats they might gnaw
- a letter I wrote but never posted, the foil wrapper from the last packet of nuts we shared,
dry-roasted, a tear-stained flyer from the All Night Gala Karaoke I
hosted the night we first met and I comforted her in the mulberry bushes after the biggest
either of us had ever seen bit her twice upon the neck.
"Ha-ha, he-he," the weasels jeer,
"we'll not release you until until we see some blood or
we are the Weary Weasels of woe and won't let go, oh no, oh
on this you not not have any fear, we'll cling to your
trousers and chew your top hat,
even if it takes a month or a year!"
"Let go, let go!" I cry in despair
but I might as well make my desperate appeal to thin air.
At night in my bed I toss and I turn, the weasels at my
pyjama cord like so many scowling male-nurses in a private psychiatric
"If this is love," I shout, "I rue the day I
ever met her.
"That's what we like to hear," chorus the grinning
weasels in glee as I trot to the bathroom for a nocturnal wee.
Flushed with contrition I go down on bended knee and beg for
some sort of reprieve
but they merely laugh and begin to unravel my pyjama-top
The only glimmer of light in my torchless gloom is that
somewhere in some other squalid room
another group of equally evil weasels are clinging to her
shimmering nightdress doing what such vile and tenacious weasels do best.
"At least in common suffering we might still have
something to share,"
I call out to the curious Moon. "Fat chance,
sucker," the weasels jeer,
"she's forgotten all about you and is going to be
married in June
- we hear he is a hansome fellow with a fortune made from
"Let go, you brutes and let me sleep!"
"Dear me," they sigh, "is that what you are
trying to do
- have you tried counting sheep;
or if that fails to ease your troubles why not try to count
A strange animal Jamie found on her travels
The Duckbill Platypus -one of the only a few mammals that lay eggs
the platypus was discovered 200 years ago, scientists thought the first
specimens were fakes. It has a bill for it's snout and the body of a beaver, yet the feet are webbed more like that of an otter. Even more strange is that this, would be duck type creature lays eggs, just like a duck but then like a snake it has poisonous barbs on its back-feet that act like fangs. The poison is capable of killing a small animal and if it grabs a person, it will make you feel very sick for a few days. When the young are ready to hatch they crack open the egg shell and feed like every other mammal on its mothers milk which she spills onto her skin, this the baby will suck at for the next five months until it is old enough to search for food in the river where they look for food mainly at night. During the day they rest up in a hole in the river bank. Many of these animals were hunted almost to extinction, as usual by man, who didn't realise that it is hard enough surviving in Australia as it is without people shooting them for their fur which they used to make hats and rugs. Australia has them protected now, which is good for the Platypus and better for us for knowing that they are safe for the future.
Was an American poet well known for his light verse. At the time of his death in 1971, the New York Times said his "droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry".
I love Ogden Nash, and the wonderful Eugene Field. The Tale of the Custard Dragon obviously appeals to me more than most, due to my own books which are all about Dragons and Yourds, and strange beasties. I hope to have the third book finished before the summer of 2010.
The Tale of the Custard Dragon
Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little grey mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp, Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household. And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.
Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little grey mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.
Amazing, there is no doubt about it, I shall have to pop this poem on my American page for truly American Legends. And Frederic Ogden Nash will always be a remembered for his humour, his wit, some very funny verse and a true legend of your country
AND HERE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU IS THE FABULOUS "THE YARN OF THE NANCY BELL" WRITTEN BY THE VERY BRITISH MR GILBERT OF THE FAMOUS DUO "GILBERT AND SULLIVAN," WHO STILL ENTERTAIN US TODAY WITH THEIR WONDERFUL. DOYLE CARTE OPERA'S
BY THE WAY THE STORY OF JELLYFISH AND MONKEY ARE AT AYLIYAH'S LEGEND, PAGE 21 OR EVEN 22. XXX
JAIMIE'S JUNGLE-BOX A Cat to Remember By Violet Wilkins This story had been slightly abridged by omitting a few paragraphs Illustrations are by by Chin Oi Tow
Yusuf was too upset to say anything. His teacher
waited till he had stopped crying and then patted him on the shoulder
and said she hoped everything would turn out all right...
meow." The weak cry came from a drain at the side of the street just as
Yusuf was passing by. He stopped and listened. The cry came again:
Yusuf looked into the drain. A kitten, thin,
gray with dirt, and very wet, looked up beseechingly at him. Yusuf
reached down into the deep drain, picked the kitten up, and set it on
the boards that covered half the drain. It just stood there, looking
very forlorn. "Poor little Puss," said Yusuf, "come, I'll take you home
Yusuf's mother was not happy about the kitten. "You
know, Yusuf, we've applied for a flat. You know that the regulations
there forbid pets and that we can't take the cats with us. Already we
have three of them to worry about when we move. How can we find four
people to give them homes? It won't be easy, let me tell you."
But Yusuf begged so hard to keep the kitten that his mother finally
gave in, with the warning: "But it won't be for always. Do you
Yusuf promised that he himself would find a
home for the stray when the time came. He fed it and then cleaned it.
They were all surprised when they found that the kitten-Puss they
called it-was snow white. Her eyes were a beautiful blue.
the months passed, Yusuf grew fonder and fonder of Puss and pushed out
of his mind the thought of moving to a flat. Perhaps they'd never get a
flat, and he would be able to keep his pet.
Puss grew into a
handsome creature with long silky hair and a fine straight bushy tail.
She was not at all like their other three cats, which were short-haired
and had kinks in their tails. Yusuf loved hr more than he had ever
loved any of the others.
There was great excitement when the
family found that Puss was going to be a mother. They fussed over her
and talked often of Puss and the kittens she was going to have.
It was quite a shock to Yusuf one day when he returned from school to
find that they would soon be given a flat. What would become of Puss?
What about her kittens?
His parents had to speak firmly. Puss
definitely had to go. They'd take her to the RSPCA, where they'd look
after her and find homes for her and the kittens when they were born.
Yusuf listened but couldn't say a word. He felt like crying. He wanted
to scream out that they couldn't take Puss away from him.
night he tossed and turned in bed. When he finally fell asleep, he
dreamed that Puss was in a cage meowing to be let out. She cried so
sadly that he put his hand out to pet her and felt something soft. . .
. He awoke. Puss was in bed with him, meowing quietly. Yusuf thought
she knew about having to go and was trying to say that she wanted to
stay with him.
Puss had never got into his bed before. She had
always stayed in her straw bed in the toolshed when she was not
prowling around. His mother would be annoyed if she knew, for she did
not like the cats sleeping on the beds. Snores were coming
from the other rooms. Quietly Yusuf got out of bed, picked Puss up, and
tiptoed to the front door. He opened it slowly, not making any noise,
and put Puss out, whispering: "You be good now, Puss, and go to your
Puss looked at him, hesitated, and then walked toward the toolshed.
On the way back to his room Yusuf glanced at the clock. It was a little
past five. His mother would be up soon to cook breakfast. It was almost
time for him to be up too, as he had to leave early for school. The
school bus picked up him and his sister at seven.
He lay in
bed thinking of his pet and wondering what he could do. Perhaps someone
in his class at school would take Puss. All the children who had seen
Push had wanted her. But would they still feel the same when they knew
she was going to have kittens? Well, he'd ask them, and if they said
no, he'd have to think of something else. Puss must not be taken away
to some place where he'd never see her again.
began to droop. Just as he was dropping off to sleep the idea came to
him. Of course, his grandmother's old house! It had been vacant for
more than two years. If nobody wanted Puss, that was where he would
hide her. No one would ever think of going there.
through the alarm that woke the finally. His sister, Tina, shook him
till he got up. He was still drowsy, and she said: "Hurry, it's nearly
half past six. You'll make us late for the bus." Tina kept on
complaining that they would be late, but Yusuf was finally ready to
minutes before the bus arrived.
It was a long and noisy trip
to school. Yusuf sat quietly in the back of the bus, unaware of the
noises around him. He was thinking that he'd have to work fast. It was
the last week of school, and he had to find out before the holidays
began if anyone would take his pet.
Soon it was the last day
of school. No one would take Puss, not even for a short while. Yusuf
could not blame his classmates. Their problem was much the same as his.
Many of them were moving into flats too and looking for homes for their
own pets. The others had been warned not to bring home strays, as they
might have to move shortly. The talk at school was mainly about pets
and what to do with them when the move to a housing estate began.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
So it had to be his grandmother's old house, and Yusuf put his plan
into action. He went several times to the vacant house. It was a small
wooden building fallen into disrepair. Boards were missing from it here
and there. Attached to the house was a low lean-to with a dirt floor.
His grandmother had stored firewood here. It had a single door, opening
onto the garden, and one small window to let in light.
thought the lean-to would be a good place for Puss. He cleaned it out
and then rummaged around in the old house for anything he could find to
mark Puss comfortable. He got a box to hold the food he planned to
store there, and in one corner he made a bed of straw and rags.
When he first started his preparations, Yusuf felt a little guilty, especially as the family had begun to notice his absences.
"Where do you go, Yusuf?" his sister asked one day. And his mother, who
was nearby, spoke up too: "Yes where do you go? You're always out of
the house when I want you to do something."
After that, Yusuf
was a little more careful. It was beginning to be fun preparing a home
for his cat, and he made sure there was nothing for him to do around
the house before he slipped away. By now, taking a few
spoonfuls at a time, he had collected more than half a can of powdered
milk. He had not thought of it as stealing. He also made up his mind to
use his own pocket money. If he could do without the sweets he was so
fond of, he would save enough to buy two small cans of sardines a week.
And he began thinking of ways of getting more powdered milk. He counted
the money in his coin box. There was just enough to buy one large can.
How long would that last? He wondered.
The time for moving to
the flat was drawing near. In every room there were boxes and boxes
tied firmly with rope. Mother had been working hard, and father had
been busy too, seeing to alterations in the flat.
to get Puss used to her new home. He took her there several times, but
she would not stay. One day he tried locking the door and leaving as
quickly as he could, but when he arrived home by a roundabout route,
Puss was already there waiting for him. He would have to shut the
window as well when it was time for her to live in the storeroom. That
was the only way Puss could have got out.
One Saturday, Mother
announced they would be moving the following week. She had everything
ready. Homes had been found for the three older cats, the flat had been
scrubbed clean, the curtains sewn, and the lampshades fixed. "Father
will be on a long vacation from work and will see to things. He'll be
taking Puss on Tuesday afternoon, Yusuf, so see that she's ready, will
Yusuf didn't answer. He was wondering if he ought to take Puss to her
new home on Monday night or Tuesday morning. Everyone would be too
occupied, he hoped, to miss her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Monday was a busy day. Yusuf
spent the whole morning seeing to his personal belongings. After lunch
his mother wanted him to help her in the new flat. He became restless
when, from the flat's eighth-floor windows. He saw the sun setting and
It was dark when they reached home. Puss was
there roaming from room to room, meowing sadly. Yusuf gave her a saucer
of milk. When she had lapped it up and licked herself clean, she went
up to him and licked his hands. He didn't like the roughness of her
tongue, but he did not draw his hands away. For the rest of the evening
he stayed close to his pet, waiting for a chance to take hr away, but
it didn't come to him.
Tuesday morning was unusually cool, a
fine day for getting work done. Yusuf's parents went early to the flat,
and this gave him the chance he needed. He slipped out of the house
carrying Puss, avoiding the road in case his parents should come back
unexpectedly. Once inside the lean-to, he shut the window and the door
before he let Puss go.
"There you are, Puss," he said,
pointing to the corner, "a nice bed for you. Come on, this is your new
home now. I'll have to leave you spoon."
"Meow, meow." Puss robbed herself against Yusuf's legs. He bent down and stroked her.
"Lie down, don't worry, you'll be all right. I'll come to see you whenever I can."
Puss curled up on her bed, watching him. When Yusuf moved to the door, she didn't stir. She seemed to know she had to stay.
Yusuf arrived back home in good time and was busy working when his
parents returned with box lunches. No one said anything about Puss, and
Yusuf wondered when they would notice she was missing.
Yusuf, as soon as the washing up is done, we'll take Puss to the RSPCA.
You'd better bring the cloth she sleeps on. She'll be less likely to
give trouble about settling down in her new home if she has it."
Yusuf was drying the last plate when he heard his father calling "Puss,
Puss," and Tina's voice joining in. Yusuf was glad no one asked him to
join in the hunt for Puss.
At a quarter past two, Father
called off the search. "It's no use. We'd never be on time even if we
found her now. I'll phone and explain."
Tina was upset. "What'll we do if we don't find her before we move? She doesn't know our new home."
"Don't worry. She's bound to come back here. I'll come every day to see
if she's returned. All this noise and moving around may have upset her."
By that evening the family was in the new flat. Mother had insisted
that they leave their old home spotlessly clean. There was so much to
do that for the time being Yusuf didn't think about Puss.
flat was well planned. There were three bedrooms, and Yusuf was
delighted with his. It was small but cozy. By dinner time all the
furniture was in place. There was not time for cooking, so the family
went down to one of the eating stalls in the neighborhood.
Father taught them how to use the lift. He warned them about littering.
The life served a number of flats and had to be kept clean and in good
order. He told them what to do if the lift should get stuck, as
While they were eating, Yusuf remembered
Puss. There was some fish left over from their meal, and he thought of
taking it for his pet, but then he decided against it: his father might
become suspicious and start asking questions.
Back at the
flat, Father switched on the television set. Yusuf sat with the others
to watch a Western. Though he liked such programs, he kept falling
asleep till Father sent him to bed.
After breakfast the next
morning, Yusuf said he was going for a walk to explore the neighborhood
and hurried off to play Puss a visit. There were many blocks of flats,
and he hoped he wouldn't lose his way. It wasn't so far to his
grandmother's old house.
When he arrived, Puss was meowing and
scratching at the door. As soon as he entered, Puss sprang on him and
began to lick him to show how pleased she was. He let her out, and they
went for a short walk together, boy and cat. Then, be cause Puss was
starting toward their old home, Yusuf picked her up and carried her
back to the storeroom, where he gave her a saucer of milk and some
sardines. Puss ate greedily and then, as always, cleaned herself
carefully. Yusuf turned the straw and tidied her bed. When all was
done, he looked in the box that held the provisions. He counted the
cans to make sure there would be enough to last till he was back in
school, when his father would give him extra pocket money and he could
buy more provisions. So it went on during school vacation. Yusuf visited Puss often and fed
her well. The one thing that made him unhappy was his father's daily
trip to their old home to see if Puss had returned there.
breakfast the morning before school reopened, Father said that Puss
would be having her babies soon. He hoped that she had found a good
place and perhaps someone to care for her, since she would be needing
extra milk. Yusuf hadn't thought about the extra milk. Perhaps
now was the time to tell Father where the cat was. He almost did, but
was afraid his parents would be angry with him.
* * * * * * * * * *
One day, soon after the new school term began, Mother had to take Tina
to the dentist after school. Yusuf hurried to see Puss. When he opened
the door of the storeroom, he had a great surprise.
lying in her corner licking her kittens one at a time. There were three
of them-while, thin, and not at all beautiful. They were unsteady and
kept falling about as Yusuf watched them. He was disappointed in their
appearance, but Puss purred happily. She lapped up every drop of the
extra milk he gave her. The milk powder was almost finished, and Yusuf
wondered what he would do if he couldn't save enough money for another
In school the next day Yusuf got into trouble several
times with his teacher. He couldn't pay attention. How glad he was when
the dismissal bell rang! He was ready to rush out of class when he
heard the teacher calling him. "Yusuf, will you stay behind, please?"
When all the other children had gone, she said: "Come here, Yusuf. Now,
tell me what is wrong. You didn't seem to be paying attention at all
today. Do you miss your old home? Don't you like living in a flat?" "It's all right." "Well, then, are you worried about something? You seem very unhappy. Tell me." Yusuf had expected the teacher to be cross with him, but when she wasn't, he hung his head and tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's my cat." "You miss your pet, is that it?"
Yusuf was too upset to say anything. His teacher waited till e had
stopped crying and then patted him on the shoulder and said she hoped
everything would turn out all right. "You're my best pupil, Yusuf, and
you worried me a bit this morning."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Tina had been waiting for her brother outside; so they were both late in returning home, and their mother wanted to know why. "I had to wait for Yusuf," said Tina. "He had to stay in after school." "What's that?" Their father had come into the room just in time to hear Tina's remark. "What have you been doing, Yusuf?" "Nothing, Dad." "It can't be nothing if your teacher kept you in." "She didn't really keep me in. she just wanted to talk to me." "Oh, what about?" "About . . . about . . ." "Come on, out with it. What did your teacher want to talk to you about?" Yusuf tried to think what to say. He could see from the look on his father's face that he'd batter tell the truth.
"Teacher wanted to know what I was worried about. I hadn't been able to answer any questions in class."
"And why not? What's wrong with you, anyway? Don't you like living in a flat?"
Frightened as Yusuf was, he could not help being surprised that both
his father and his teacher should think it was the flat that was the
cause of the trouble. And in a way it was. If not for the flat, there'd
be no problem about Puss. And yet he knew that the family was much
better off living in the fine new flat than in their old, rundown house.
"What did you tell your teacher? What excuse did you make?" Father
didn't give him a chance to answer. "What did you say was worrying you?" "Puss." "What?" "Puss." "You can't work in school because you're worried about Puss? But you
know I'm doing everything I can to find her. She must be getting food
from somewhere; otherwise she did come home." "Dad, Puss is at Grandmother's old house." "How do you know?" "I put her there. I've been looking after her there." "You-" Father looked very angry, but Yusuf was no longer afraid. Now
that he'd told them his secret, he felt better. And father too clamed
down. "We must take arrangements tomorrow," he said. "Puss has kittens-three of them." Before father could say anything, Tina rushed up to him and tugged at his arm. "Please, Dad, let's go and see them, please."
Mother went quietly to the kitchen to get some milk. In a short time
all four of them were at Grandfather's old house. Puss purred happily
when she saw them. Both children and parents made a great fuss over
Puss and her kittens.
Yusuf kept waiting for the scolding, but
it did not come. On the way home, Father was quiet. It was only when
they were back in the flat that he said: "Now we have four homes to
took for." "Dad, can't we keep just one of the kittens?" "No, Tina, you know the rules. But we'll go every day to feed them."
Father kept his word. The nicest time very day was when the family
visited Puss and kittens. Yusuf dreaded the time when homes would be
found for them, but he knew it had to be soon. The kittens were growing
up fast-already they were as beautiful as their mother-and the
storeroom was too small for them.
The day father told them he had found homes for all the cats, Tina cried. Yusuf felt like crying too.
"Would you like to come along when I take Puss and the kittens to their new homes?" "Tina can go. I don't want to."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the Sunday when Puss and her kittens were taken away, Yusuf stayed
out of the flat. He roamed around the housing estate, not wanting to
know where Puss was going, not wanting to hear Tina crying. He felt sad
to think that he might never again see his pet. Yet he was glad that
people living in flats could not keep pets. This meant they could never
have another: no animal could ever take Pussy's place.
evening Yusuf thought he'd better go home. His parents would be worried
if he stayed out too late. He went up to their floor in the lift and
then walked along the passage to their flat. The others were at home.
He could hear them talking as he reached the door. They turned toward
him when he walked in. nobody spoke, but Yusuf knew they were feeling
sorry for him. He walked to his room. he stood still in the doorway and stared. Then he gave a shout of joy. "Puss! How lovely!" There, on the wall, hung a framed life-size colored photograph of Push
and her three fluffy kittens that his father had had taken. And, when
he looked on the back, there were the four addresses of the cats' new
homes. He could go to visit them whenever he wanted, and in the
meantime there was always the lovely, lovely picture to remind him of
Puss and her kittens. He'd have it for always and always.
JAIMIE'S JUNGLE-BOX THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little prig"; Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place, If I'm not so large as you You are not so small as I, And not half as spry;"
"I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track. Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back Neither can you crack a nut."
"JAIMIE'SJungle-Box." The Little Grey Squirrel
Little grey squirrel that lives in a tree, You have no cause to be frightened by me. All through the winter you've been fast asleep Now from your cosy nest gaily you'll creep. When you awoke did hear the bird's sing, telling you of the arrival of Spring? Winter has gone with the ice and the snow Come down from your tree to the acorns below.
From to branch to branch as so lightly you bound, Few are the nuts up there now to be found, But where the snow has quite melted away You'll find provisions for many a day On the green turf at the foot of your home, If such a distance you'll venture to roam; Come then, be brave and come into the sun Gather your nuts and back home you can run.
Little grey squirrel, though you cannot fly, Up in the trees you live ever so high; Though I can climb just a little, it's true, I'd like to be a real climber like you. One afternoon then on you I would call, Though I don't think it would please you at all; But if my home you come one day to see, You shall have plenty of nuts for your tea.
No Author I'm afraid, but very good don't you think.
A's for the Antelope always on view which Algernon saw when he went to the zoo.
B was the Bear that came up at a run when Benjamin threw him a very nice bun.
C's for the Camel; "poor thing what a lump!" was what Caroline said when she looked at his hump.
D's for the Deer with the soft pretty eyes; Dodie found them so tame she had quite a surprise.
E was the Elephant: sixpence a ride, but Eric soon found that you can't sit astride.
F was the Fox, very crafty and sly. watching Frank from his den with a cunning old eye.
G's the Giraffe which made Geraldine smile: she was sure with his neck he could see quite a mile.
H was the Hippo asleep in his pool. Harry thought it an excellent way to keep cool.
I was the Ibex, a kind of wild goat Ida though his horns nasty, but liked his fine coat.
J was a Jaguar, like a big cat. But Jane didn't think she would like him to pat!
K was the Kangaroo off with a bound; A fine way thought Ken to get over the ground.
L's for the Lions; they made such a fierce noise Laura wished she were safely at home with the boys.
M's for the Monkeys, all patter and chatter, But Michael couldn't tell what on earth was the matter.
N's for a Nilgai which jumped off a rock: He took such a leap that Nell had quite a shock.
O's for the Ostrich a wise-looking bird but Ophelia remembered the tales she had heard.
P's for the Parrots that had lots to say and tried to peck Paul as he passed by their way.
Q's for the Quagga which Quentin found tame; he is quite like a Zebra with stripes and a mane.
R is the Rhino, a fierce looking beast; Rosie watched him with awe in the midst of a feast.
S is the snake which Suzanne found asleep; He was shiny and slimy and made her flesh creep.
T's for the tigers that gave Tim a fright; He was horribly scared lest they got out at night.
for U (that's the Unicorn) nobody looks; As Una can tell you, he's only in books.
V's for the Vulture, a big bird of prey. Victoria she saw him - and soon ran away.
W's for the Wolf lying flat on the ground, Though when William can near he was up with a bound.
X just looks on and has nothing to do: There's no creature that claims him throughout the whole zoo.
Y is the Yak; he's worthy of note; Yvonne was amazed at his long shaggy coat.
Z's fot the Zebra that kept Zoe so busy She counted his stripes till she felt she was dizzy.
JAIMIE'S JUNGLE-BOX Dreams
An owl had its home in a tree under which an elephant used to come to
spend the night. In course of time the two became good friends.
One evening, the elephant while looking for food, blundered into a gathering of demons.
On seeing the elephant, the demon-king began to shout: "It's him, it's him!"
"Who is he, O king?" asked his attendants.
"Last night, I dreamt I ate an elephant," said the demon. "It looked
remarkably like this one here. Catch him and let me eat him so that my
dream may come true."
The demons caught the elephant who was so terrified that he put up no
resistance whatsoever. His knees began to buckle as the king,
accompanied by his queen, began to advance on him, teeth bared.
Suddenly his friend, the owl, came swooping down, shrieking: "It's her! It's her!" and settled on the elephant's head.
The king stopped dead in his tracks.
"Who are you referring to, bird?" he growled.
"The queen," said the owl. "Last night I dream't I married her. Please marry us so that my dream may come true."
"I will never marry an owl!" declared the demoness.
"And nobody is asking you to, my dear," said the king who was mightily
afraid of her. "Dreams are not to be taken seriously. See, here is the
elephant I ate in my dream but I'm letting him go."
The elephant lumbered away, muttering thanks to his friend.
The Monkeys go Fasting
A group of monkeys decide to go on a fast one day.
“Before we begin, I think we should keep the food with which we’ll break the fast ready,” counselled the old monkey chief.
The monkeys nodded their heads in agreement. The youngsters were sent
in search of food. They returned with huge hands of delicious-looking
“I think each of us should keep our share of bananas with us before we
begin our fast, so that we don’t spend time distributing them after we
break our fast. You can imagine how hungry we all will be by then!”
said the chief’s wife.
The monkeys liked the idea and they collected their share of the bananas.
“Why don’t we peel one banana and keep it ready to eat? ” said one of the youngsters.
“Yes, let’s do that,” shouted a fat monkey in agreement. Just looking at the bananas was making him hungry.
“All right,” said the monkey chief. “We shall peel the bananas but under no condition should we eat them.”
So the monkeys peeled their bananas and carefully kept them ready for eating in the evening.
“Can I keep the banana in my mouth? I promise not to eat it till evening. Please!” a little monkey asked his father.
“Why don’t we all put a banana in our mouth? That way we can chew it
immediately when we break the fast,” said his father, who had agreed to
go on the fast only because his wife had not given him a choice. “As
long as we don’t eat it, it should be fine,” he added.
So, the monkeys put the bananas in their mouths. One by one they eyed
each other uncomfortably as they began their fast — and as you can
imagine, within no time at all, the bananas disappeared down their
gullets. And that was the end of their fast!
— A folktale from Karnataka, retold by Meera Nair
THE WILD PONY Tom who's a pony, was born on the moors. He doesn't like bolts, and he doesn't like doors. He has a small collar that hangs on the wall; He doesn't like collars nor harness, at all.
One day when he hears the wild ponies go by, I know he will break through the stable and fly. Which way he has gon tho' it's not I would tell, I'' love to be wild, too, and live in a dell. written by ML
JAIMIE'S JUNGLE-BOX The Little Red Hen
Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived with a pig, a duck and a cat. They all lived in a pretty little house which the little red hen liked
to keep clean and tidy. The little red hen worked hard at her jobs all
day. The others never helped, they said they meant to,they
were all far too lazy. The pig liked to grunt in the mud outside,
the duck used to swim in the pond all day, and the cat enjoyed lying in the
sun. One day the little red hen was working in the garden when she found a grain of corn. "Who will plant this grain of corn?" she asked.
"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden. "Not I," quacked the duck from her pond "Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
So the little red hen went to look for a nice bit of earth scratched it with her feet and planted the grain of corn. During
the summer the grain of corn grew.
First it grew into a tall green
stalk, then it ripened in the sun until it had turned a lovely golden
colour. The little red hen saw that the corn was ready for cutting. "Who will help me cut the corn?" asked the little red hen.
Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden. "Not I," quacked the duck from her pond. "Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
well then, I will cut it myself," said the little red hen. Carefully
she cut the stalk and took out all the grains of corn from the husks.
"Who will take the corn to the mill, so that it can be round into flour?" asked the little red hen."
Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden. "Not I," quacked the duck from her pond. "Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
So the little red hen took the corn to the mill herself, and asked the miller if he would be so kind as to grind it into flour. In
time the miller sent a little bag of flour down to the house where the
little red hen lived with the pig and the duck and the cat. "Who will help me to make the flour into bread?" asked the little red hen.
" Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden. "Not I," quacked the duck from her pond. "Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
"Very well," said the little red hen. "I shall make
the bread myself." She went into her neat little kitchen. She mixed the
flour into dough. She kneaded the dough and put it into the oven to
bake. Soon there was a lovely smell
of hot fresh bread. It filled all the corners of the house and wafted
out into the garden.
The pig came into the kitchen from his muddy patch
in the garden, The duck came in from the pond and the cat left his
place in the sun.
When the little red hen opened the oven door the
dough had risen up and had turned into the nicest, most delicious looking loaf of bread any of them had seen.
Who is going to eat this bread?" asked the little red hen.
"I will," grunted the pig. "I will," quacked the duck. "I will," purred the cat.
no, you won't," said the little red hen. "I planted the seed, I cut the
corn, I took it to the mill to be made into flour,and I made the
bread, all by myself. I shall now eat the loaf all by myself."
pig, the duck and the cat all stood and watched as the little red hen
atethe loaf all by herself. It was delicious and she enjoyed it, right
to the very last crumb.
Once upon a summer morning Master Jacko roamed around, And, when no one else was looking, Ventured on forbidden ground.
Said young Jacko, full of mischief, "On Professor Jones I'll call; If he's out it doesn't matter, 'Twill not trouble me at all. 'I have heard that in his study, There are quaint and curious things.' Swiftly through the open window Naughty Master Jacko springs.
Looks around with eyes of wonder, Peers at this and peers at that; Suddenly he sees a figure, And his heart goes pit-a-pat!
'If' quoth he, 'I'm not mistaken' (Awed and frightened were his tones), 'Here is what was once a monkey, Now a fearsome frame of bones.'
(Grew his eyes quite melancholic, Gazing at the figure grim,) 'In the years to come I wonder, Shall I ever look like him?
'Truly 'tis a room of marvels. Would I care to stay? Oh, I have seen enough this morning; It is time for me to go.'
Yet another revival of a poem written by Marian Isabel Hurrell
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