Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere Spiggy Square
from Diddilydeedot's Dreamland
I have just had a brilliant idea. As this page is called Story Square why don't we learn how to crochet a square.
Here are a few other patterns that can be made very easily. BUT if you take a trip to YouTube and just write "Crochet" In the browser and you will be taken to a whole host of other things to make and the good thing is, that once you learn how to use the hook and yarn the rest is so easy to master.
As you can see from the video's it is not just a woman/girls thing, Crochet is common to both sexes as is knitting.Did you know that some of the best knitted patterns have been designed and made up by men.
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland The Story Teller would like to tell you a story from Arthur Groom
GROOM, ARTHUR (1904-1953), conservationist and author, was born on 11 December 1904 at Caulfield, Melbourne, son of Arthur Champion Groom
and Eva Rosabelle Groom. His parents moved to Longreach, Queensland, about 1911 and to Julia Creek about 1916. Arthur finished his schooling
as a boarder at the Southport School near Brisbane. He was a jackeroo at
Lake Nash cattle-station on the Northern Territory border in 1922-25,
then went to Brisbane in 1926 to write for the Sunday Mail. He won second prize in a Bulletin story competition in the late 1920s and in 1930 published his first book, A Merry Christmas, in London. The story was set in Brisbane and far western Queensland.
For any children who might be interested in the Author who gave us many books including the fabulous Bubble and Squeek Annual, one of which I have still got today, although I must admit it's a bit tatty now, follow this link to Australia.
Arthur Groom (1904 - 1953), self-portrait, 1930s, courtesy of National Library of Australia.http://adbonline.anu.edu.au/biogs/A090123b.htm
As the man in the huge hat, the brightly coloured tie and bright yellow shoes held up a large cigar in his right hand, Squeek pulled up with a shriek of brakes and headed for the pavement.
" Hello ! he said. "Howya, Bud ? The passenger grinned. "So you speak American, huh ?" he said. "Waa! I'm glad to meet you. The name is Ted and fellows call me Texas Ted. " "Why ?" asked little Squeeker. "Because little lady," answered the American with the big cigar, "I come from Texas. That's a part of the United States of America. Say buddy." he looked at Bubble. "Can you drive a guy over there ?" The Jolly taxi-man threw away the tiny end of a cigarette as he accepted a cigar from the American. "Sure," he cried. "Where is the passenger ?" "He's right here," laughed Texas Ted. " Yep ! It's me. Drive me to the Horseshoe Ranch, Cactus City Texas." And he hopped into the cab as perky as could be. "Do you know the way Squeek ?" whispered Bubble. "I know the way to a ship, Bubble," came the reply, "and we can ask when we get to New York. Hooray ! I've always wanted to go to America. Honk away, Herbert, we're off on a long run. Yes, and you can start ticking up the dollars, Monty, because we will need plenty when we get across the Atlantic Ocean." And Squeek dashed away for the seaside and a ship, singing : "Yankee Doodle !" at the top of his voice. "Brrrrm ! Brrrrrrm !"
The big steamer hooted loudly as she saw queek dash up to the quay with Bubble at the wheel and Texas Ted inside. "Alright, Alright ! " snapped the cab. "I'm coming." "Come on then !" drawled the steamer and, reaching down with a crane lifted the cab and his passengers on to her deck. "There ! Now you'll be alright. Off we go. First stop New York City. Brrrrrm ! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm !"
And before the Captain had time to kiss his wife goodbye, the Queen of the Seas dashed down the wide river and headed out to the ope sea.
How Bubble, Squeek, Herbert Horn, Monty Meter and little Squeeker enjoyed that trip ! They gulped down gallons and gallons of pure salt air; they walked round and round and round the deck with Texas Ted; they had tea in the Captains cabin; they listened to the ship's orchestra, and Squeek insisted upon meeting Rumble - Rumble the great steamer's engine.
At last, one misty morning, the huge figure of the Statue of Liberty appeared out of the mists in New York Harbour. "Welcome to America, Bubble," she called out, waving her hand and nearly putting out the torch she held. "Same to you Squeek. Hope you have a good time." "I'll see to that, Ma'am " laughed Texas Ted. "I'm paying for this trip. Yippppeeeeee !" And he gave a shrill, happy cowboy yell and helped the Queen of the Seas to tie up at the quay by lassoing a post on the shore. How they all enjoyd a few days in the great American city.
They went up to the very top of skyscrapers; they saw the bright lights; they went to the theatre, and did all the things that visitors to New York usually do. Yes, and Texas Ted paid for everything, feeding Monty SO well that he soon has a pain in his tummy and just couldn't have eaten another dime to save his life. "Now friends," cried Texas one morning. "It's time we hit the highway for Catcus City. Gee ! I'm aching to see Horseshoe Ranch once more. How do I look now, eh ? " And he showed off his cowboy clothes. " Reckon they're better than my town clothes." Squeeker's eyes opened wide. Can't I be a cowgirl?" she asked. "Of course you can," Came the reply. "Let's go and buy some new things for all of you."
Thus they set off along the broad highway, even Bubble had a huge hat, a brightly coloured scarf, a chequered shirt and top boots. Only Squeek had refused to dress up as an American Cowboy. "I'm alright as I am," he declared. "Weeeek ! This road is simply grand !" And he fairly whistled down the length of America, bound for the Horseshoe Ranch near Catcus City, Texas. After a thrilling drive there they were being greeted by Texas Ted's cow-boys. "Yipppeee !" shrilled the men, as they rode alongside a proud and excited Squeek. From that moment the visitors did not have a second to spare. They rounded up the cattle, they roped steers, they went to exciting dances in great barns and did all the things that cowboys and cowgirls do. Why , little Squeeker got so tired that she often came home to the ranch fast asleep in Texas Ted's arms. "Well," said Bubble at last. "I reckon we must be getting home now, Texas.".. The American nodded. "Sure," he said, "but I'll be over in England again soon and I'll look you up. Meanwhile buddy, what about a last ride, eh? We#ll start tomorrow morning and maybe we'll see a herd of buffaloes. There are still some about. How would you like that, little Squeeker ?" "Oh please, Unky Ted," squeaked the little cab. "It would be oovey." So, at sunup the next morning, off they went in Squeek across the wiide prairie. On and on and on they drove until, in the far distance herbert Horn saw a column of dust. "Honk!" he cried nervously. "What's that, Texas?" "Gee Whiz!" cried the rancher. "That's a herd of buffaloes. Hurry up, Squeek, they won't hurt you and we don't want to miss them. Step on it !"
Bubble put his foot hard down on the accelerator pedal and awa they went, bouncing over the rough ground with Squeek's heart going pit-a-pat, pat-a-pit with excitement. Soon they could all see the great herd of beasts thundering along in a cloud of thick, yellow, choking dust. "Whoa!" cried Texas Ted warningly. That will be near enough Squeek. We don't want to ask for trouble." Squeek stopped at once but trouble WAS coming all right. In the silence, except for the pounding of the buffaloes' hoofs, little Squeeker gave a honk of sheer excitement. Immediately the head of the leader of the herd went up and he turned. That meant that all the others turned at the same time and, before anyone could have said "Gee Whiz!" The whole herd was tearing down towards poor shivering Squeek and his passengers. "Quickly !" yelled Texas Ted. Start your engine Squeek, and go like the wind." "Whirrrrr !" The self-starter whirred but nothing else happened. "I --- I c can't start . . ." wailed the frightened cab.
Then Bubble, spurs a jingle, jumped out of the seat and tried to start Squeek with the starting handle, but it was no good, no good at all. By this time the beasts were only a few hundred yards away so Bubble scuttled back to his seat, put his huge hat over his eyes, crouched over the wheel and waited. "RUMMMMMBLLLLLEEEEE !" In a roar of sound the buffalo herd reached the taxi and Squeek knelt down with his hudguards over his eyes. The seconds ticked by and Monty Meter swallowed half a dollar at one gulp in his excitement. There was a roaring in the ears of the travellers and then, quite suddenly, everything was silent. "Hey !" came the voice of Texas Ted. "Everyone alright ?" Squeek peeped out of one eye and felt himself all over. " I -- I think so," he said. "I think I'm alright."
"Phew !" whistled the American. "That was a near thing. The herd went right round us. Gee! I wish I had been able to catch one of those little fellows. They sure are cute." Bubble shook his head. "I'm glad you didn't." he said, I never want to see another buffalo again. What a brave man Buffalo Bill must have been." "He certainly was !" agreed Texas. "But how about getting back to the ranch, Squeek. Can you start your engine now ?" "Whirrrr !" went Squeek's starter and , this time, the engin burst into song. So they returned to the Ranch but, do you know, they were all so nervous that they set off for home almost as soon as they had dropped off Texas Ted. "S'long, buddies !" cried the rancher. " it's been swell meeting you all. Look out for me in little Old England. I'll be over again very soon." "We'll never forget you," called back Bubble. "Or the Buffaloes !" piped up Squeeker. "Goodbye, Unky Ted." And she waved until the ranch house was lost to sight in the haze and the dust of the prairie and they were heading for New York again, and England and Home.
Diddilydeedot's Dream Land introduces you to:
NOIRAUD; And his Little Adventure.
His name is Noiraud. Noiraud is a French dog. In that little white house with green shutters at the end of the street lives an old man whose name is Pierre. He is a guide, and Noiraud is his dog. There are no mountains near this little village in France where Noiraud lives, but there is a fine waterfall, called the "Chaudron." Every one goes to the Chaudron, I was told. "Very well," I said; "but who will take me ? " "Why old Pierre , of course; and of he is ill, Noiraud." This was very funny. I had often taken a dog out to walk before, but this was the first time a dog had taken me. So I said, - "Very well ; bring him. When Noiraud saw me, he gave me a long, earnest look, and away he went. The first part of the way was hot and dusty. I soon got tired, so I sat down on a large stone by the roadside. But do you think Noiraud would allow this ? Not a bit of it. He planted himself in front of me, and barked so loudly and fiercely that I was obliged to go on. After a little while we turned into a green lane, and you should have seen his delight. He frisked and capered about with joy, and then suddenly stopped in front of a little bench by the wayside. Here he stretched himself on the ground, and I sat down. Noiraud lay perfectly still , but he kept one eye fixed on me. After five minutes he got up, shook himself, and away he went again. We soon reached the Chaudron. It was very pretty. The water leaped and sparkled over the mossy stones, in the midst of a green glade. In the glade were two wooden houses built like Swiss cottages. In the door of each little house stood a milkmaid in Swiss dress. They were both ready to sell us milk and cakes. One girl was fair, and the other dark. I thought the fair one was the prettier, and went towards her. But Noiraud did not approve of this. He began again to bark fiercely, nor would he stop until I turned my steps to the dark girl. When I had drunk my glass of milk I looked round for Noiraud, but he had gone. I peeped in at the window of the dark girl's cottage, and there he was before a large bowl of milk. "Ah, you rogue," I said to myself, "that was why you liked the dark haired girl best." We went home as gaily as we came, but by another road. He was too clever, this Noiraud, to take me back the same way. I am sure you will think, like me, that Noiraud is a wonderful dog.
Diddilydeedot's Dream Land
THE DRAGONS OF THE EASTERN SEA
Once upon a time, there were no rivers and lakes on earth, but only the Eastern Sea, in which lived four dragons: the
Long Dragon, the Yellow Dragon, the Black Dragon and the Pearl Dragon.
One day the four dragons flew from the sea into the sky. They soared and dived, playing at hide-and-seek in the
"Come over here quickly!" the Pearl Dragon cried out suddenly.
"What's up?" asked the other three, looking down in the direction where the Pearl Dragon pointed. On the
earth they saw many people putting out fruits and cakes, and burning incense sticks. They were praying! A
white-haired woman, kneeling on the ground with a thin boy on her back, murmured:
"Please send rain quickly, God of Heaven, to give our children rice to eat.."
For there had been no rain for a long time. The crops withered, the grass turned yellow and fields cracked under the
"How poor the people are!" said the Yellow Dragon. "And they will die if it doesn't rain soon."
The Long Dragon nodded. Then he suggested, "Let's go and beg the Jade Emperor for rain."
So saying, he leapt into the clouds. The others followed closely and flew towards the Heavenly Palace.
Being in charge of all the affairs in heaven, on earth and in the sea, the Jade Emperor was very powerful. He was not
pleased to see the dragons rushing in. "Why do you come here instead of staying in the sea and behaving
The Long Dragon stepped forward and said, "The crops on earth are withering and dying, Your Majesty. I beg you to
send rain down quickly!"
"All right. You go back first, I'll send some rain down tomorrow." The Jade Emperor pretended to agree
while listening to the songs of the fairies.
"Thanks, Your Majesty!" The four dragons went happily back.
But ten days passed, and not a drop of rain came down.
The people suffered more, some eating bark, some grass roots, some forced to eat white clay when they ran out of
bark and grass roots.
Seeing all this, the four dragons felt very sorry, for they knew the Jade Emperor only cared about pleasure, and never
took the people to heart. They could only rely on themselves to relieve the people of their miseries. But how to do
Seeing the vast sea, the Long Dragon said that he had an idea.
"What is it? Out with it, quickly!" the other three demanded.
"Look, is there not plenty of water in the sea where we live? We should scoop it up and spray it towards the sky.
The water will be like rain drops and come down to save the people and their crops."
"Good idea!" The others clapped their hands.
"But," said the Long Dragon after thinking a bit, "We will be blamed if the Jade Emperor learns of this.
"I will do anything to save the people," the Yellow Dragon said resolutely.
"Let's begin. We will never regret it." The Black Dragon and the Pearl Dragon were not to be outdone.
They flew to the sea, scooped up water in their mouths, and then flew back into the sky, where they sprayed the water
out over the earth. The four dragons flew back and forth, making the sky dark all around. Before long the seawater
became rain pouring down from the sky.
"It's raining! It's raining!"
"The crops will be saved!"
The people cried and leaped with joy. On the ground the wheat stalks raised their heads and the sorghum stalks
The god of the sea discovered these events and reported to the Jade Emperor.
"How dare the four dragons bring rain without my permission!" The Jade Emperor was enraged, and ordered
the heavenly generals and their troops to arrest the four dragons. Being far outnumbered, the four dragons could not
defend themselves, and they were soon arrested and brought back to the heavenly palace.
"Go and get four mountains to lay upon them so that they can never escape!" The Jade Emperor ordered the
The Mountain God used his magic power to make four mountains
fly there, whistling in the wind from afar, and pressed them down upon
the four dragons.
Imprisoned as they were, they never regretted their actions.
Determined to do good for the people forever, they turned themselves
into four rivers, which flowed past high mountains and deep valleys,
crossing the land from the west to the east and finally emptying into
the sea. And so China's four great rivers were formed -- the
Heilongjian (Black Dragon) in the far north, the Huanghe (Yellow River)
in central China, the Changjiang (Yangtze, or Long River) farther
south, and the Zhujiang (Pearl) in the very far south.
Sergeevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883)
The Russian Writer
Ivan Turgenev. A
massive Russian resource on Turgenev with a section
in English. Includes Turgenev's biography, translations and
Before I write this little tale, I wondered who the gentleman who wrote it was, and I only had this information in my old books. "The Dog and the Sparrow," by Ivan Tourgenieff. But look at what I found out, he was a bit of a hero in the written word of Russia. Though the powers that were didn't think so at the time.
From the Archives of November 18th 1878, Wednesday.
SENILIA: PROSE POEMS BY IVAN TURGENIEFF.; 1878.--IN THE VILLAGE.
THE OLD WOMAN. MY DOG. THE BEGGAR. A SELF-SATISFIED MAN. A RULE OF
LIFE. THE END OF THE WORLD. MASCHA. THE BLOCKHEAD. AN EASTERN LEGEND.
THE TWO QUATRAINS. THE SPARROW. THE SKULLS.
It is the last day of July; a thousand versts wide
around is Russia--home. The whole heaven is a shadowless azure; only
one solitary, tiny cloud floats therein, and melts away. Perfect calm,
heat. An atmosphere like lukewarm milk....
Here is the little tale:-
"The Dog and the Sparrow," by Ivan Sergeevich Tourgenieff."
I was on my way home from hunting, and was walking up the garden avenue. My dog was running on in front of me. Suddenly he slackened his pace, and began to steal forward as though he had scented game ahead. I looked along the avenue; and I saw on the ground a young sparrow, its beak edged with yellow, and its head covered with soft down. It had fallen from the nest, due to a strong wind blowing and shaking the birch trees in the avenue; and there it sat and never stirred, except to stretch out its half grown wings in a helpless flutter. My dog was slowly approaching it, when suddenly, darting from the tree overhead, an old black-throated sparrow dropt like a stone right before his nose, and all rumpled and flustered, with a plaintiff desperate cry flung itself once, twice, at the open jaws with their great teeth. It would save its young one; it screened it with its own body; the tiny frame quivered with terror; the little cries grew wild and hoarse; it sank and died. It had sacrificed itself. What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to it! and yet it could not stay up there on its safe bough, A power stronger than its own will tore it away. My dog had stood still, and slunk back, away from the screeching bird. He too had felt that same power. He came to me; and a feeling of pure reverence came over me as I passed on by. No, don't laugh, It really was reverence I felt before the heroic bird and the passionate outburst of its love. Such a feeling of extreme honor and respect for something or someone. Love, I thought, is verily stronger than death and the terror of death. By love, only by love, is life sustained and moved.
"Oh my children such a sad little tale, but I think the little chick would have lived for the other parent sparrow would have fed it. This is why you must never move a young bird if you find one, for so long as the parents can hear the birds squawks, they will continue to feed it.
Here is also an archive from the same newspaper, noting Ivan Tourgenieff's death
"IVAN TURGENIEFF DEAD"; NOTABLE CAREER OF RUSSIA'S GREATEST NOVELIST.
DYING IN FRANCE AFTER A LONG ILLNESS --THE PURPOSE OF HIS WORKS--A
LIFELONG ENEMY OF DESPOTISM.
September 5, 1883, Wednesday
Ivan Turgenieff, the Russian novelist, died at
Bongival, France, on Monday, after a long illness. The saying that
Russia cannot produce more than one great man at a time in any
department is not altogether just; but to many superficial observers....
Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818-1883) This came from a Russian news-report
THE MOON MAID
It was towards the end of a dreary day's work. Old Miyakko, the bamboo cutter, was toiling on with his mind full of poverty and the coming winter. All at once he saw a silver light shining among the reeds. He bent down and saw a little girl about four inches long. She was alive, and glowed like a diamond. The old man gathered the little creature up and ran home, with a pounding heart. He was so afraid his wife wouldn't let him keep the child! But she too, fell in love with the tiny, helpless thing. They christened her Kaguya, and we had better call her that for the English version is 'Precious-Slender-Bamboo-of-the-Field-of-Autumn.'
Now every time the old man went to work he found gold among the reeds, and in a few days he was a very rich man. Meanwhile Kaguya grew at an amazing rate. In three months' time she was quite grown up, and so beautiful that it made the heart stand still to look at her. She was as graceful as an emperor's daughter, and as gentle as a child. The old bamboo cutter loved her devotedly. Very soon the tale of Lady Kaguya's beauty drew a crowd of suitors to the house, but she begged her father to tell them all she would never marry, and she wished to live in retirement with her parents. At this most of her suitors had the good taste to withdraw, but four remained obstinate. They spent the whole day waiting to catch a glimpse of the damsel, and the whole night in serenading her. The home life of poor Miyakko was completely ruined. "I will rid you of them," said the Lady Kaguya at last. "Tell the noblemen that I will wed the one who first brings me back what I bid him. Let Prince Ishizukuri go to India and bring back the bowl that the Buddha used. Let Prince Kuramochi go across the Eastern ocean and bring from the mountain Horai a branch of the tree whose roots are silver, whose trunk is gold, and whose fruits are of jade. Let the Dainagon bring me a robe made of the flame proof rat's pelt which comes from Morokoshi. Let the Chinnagon bring me the rainbow coloured jewel which is hidden in the sea dragon's head." When this message was delivered the four men eagerly promised to do these little errands, and went away. All four shut themselves up at home and spread rumours that they had started off on their travels. When three years were up Ishizukuri bought an old stone bowl and took it to the Lady Kaguya. "Ah, lady," he cried, "What years of hardship, peril, and sorrow it has cost me! But now I feel as though all my labours had been a dream!" "The Lady Kaguya replied: "A holy light shines from the Buddha's bowl. Look there is no light here!" "What could shine beside your beauty? Who sees a star when the Sun is up?" said the prince: but the Lady Kaguya was unmoved. Then in came Kuramochi with a golden branch hung with fruit of jade. The Lady Kaguya turned pale at the sight of it and listened sadly to the prince's description of his travels. He said he had found the tree in the forest of jewel-laden bushes by a stream whose waters were blue and gold. But he was interrupted by the entrance of five jewellers who demanded payment for their work. Kaguya laughed, and gave the workmen twice what they asked in her joy of escaping. Next the Dainagon came in with a wonderful fur robe, it was green tipped with gold, and he had bought it from a merchant who swore it was made from the pelt of the flame proof rat. But no sooner did Kaguya throw it on the fire than it burned like any ordinary fur. The Chinnagon never returned. He sent his servants out in a ship to look for the jewel in the sea-dragons head. Time passed without news and at length he decided to set sail himself. but a furious storm arose. He became very sick and very frightened. "Oh noble, honourable, beautiful Sea Dragon." he cried, "do not lash the waters into tempest! I swear I will never touch your jewel!" His ship was driven ashore. The Chinnagon tottered and fell on the sand, wailing that he was wrecked on a desert island. At length his servants made him understand that he was quite near home and he crept back there, cured of his love.
Now when the Mikado heard of Kaguya's extraordinary loveliness, and he sent a message to Miyakko bidding him send his daughter to court. But Kaguya wept and refused to go. She was afraid. She cried; she besought her father not to send her there. So the old man went to the Mikado himself, and besought him to forgive his child's disobedience. "Try to persuade her to come," said the Emperor, "and I will make you a Nobleman". But nothing would move Kaguya. Her parents and her garden where all she wanted to make her happy. The Mikado's curiosity was aroused, so he arranged a royal hunt which would take them close to Miyakko's house. Entering suddenly he met a girl of unearthly beauty. He offered her his love, but she refused it weeping and trembling. Then he ordered his men to carry her off by force. But all at once she became invisible. It was now the Mikado's turn to be frightened, and after asking her forgiveness he rode away. For a few more years Miyakko, his wife, and their adopted child lived happily together; then a change came over Kaguya. She was continually thoughtful and sometimes she wept. The moon was waning, and she seemed to wane with it. At length she came to the old man and hiding her tears on his shoulder, she said:
"O father, I must leave you before long! At the next full moon they will come to fetch me. I am a Moon-maiden, dear father, and for a fault I committed, I was sent to Earth. But the place of my exile has grown dear to me, and I love you tenderly!" The old man hastened to the Mikado, who sent soldiers to guard the house, even though Kaguya told him it was useless. The night of the full moon came. The starlight made it almost as bright as day. A little after midnight a cloud appeared. It drew closer. A company of shining people stood upon it, surrounding a palaquin hung with curtains. Most of the soldiers fled in horror, but some shot their arrows at the invaders but the shafts fell back to the earth. The palaquin hovered closer and closer to the house, the outer lattice work and then the door flew back to reveal Kaguya, with her women huddled about her, and Miyakko helpless besides her. "Come forth Kaguya," cried a voice from inside the car. "It is time!" Kaguya clung to her father, but at the second calling she went forward, crying bitterly. One of the messengers gave her a cup of the Elixir of Life. She drank some and tried to give some to her father, but she was stopped. Then just before they were to take her away she was allowed to embrace her mother and father one last time. Going back to the palaquin she was immediately wrapped in a feathered cloak of forgetfulness, and as the cloud drifted upwards so the Child of the Earth once more became a Child of Night again. Miyakko and his wife never forgot their beautiful Kaguya, but before Kaguya had left their world, her years were forgotten, taken away by the cloak of feathers.
As you can see I have been back to Wikipeadia checking up on the author of this little tale I am about to tell you. I had forgotten all about her, and it was only when Peter brought me home this book all about her that I remembered some of her wonderful works. Here you go then a wonderful story by Miss Eleanor Farjeon called:-
The Princess of China
You must know that while the children had their supper, the Old Nurse did a bit of darning; her stocking-basket was always full of the four children's stockings, with holes in the toes and heels, and even in the knees. And the Old Nurse would fish out a pair by chance, and draw it down over her left hand, and turn it this way and that, looking for a hole. And then while she threaded her darning-needle with the right worsted, she would fish about in her memory for a tale to fit the hole, and when the hole was finished then the tale was done. The children always watched anxiously when she was looking at the stocking for the hole in it, because a little hole only meant a little story, and a big hole meant a longer one.
'Here's a tiny hole!' aid the Old Nurse, picking out Mary Matilda's little sock. 'Just a speck in the toe, and nothing more. But what would you expect of a baby, with a foot no bigger than that of the Princess of China?'
I was nurse to the Princess of China before England was old enough to know it had a name. I had been nurse before that to her mother, the Queen, who was now a widow. The Princess was the tiniest and most enchanting litle creature in the world - as light as a butterfly, and as fragile as glass. A silver spoonful of rice made a big meal for her, and when she said, 'Oh Nanny, I am so thirsty!' I would fill my thimble with milk and give it to her to drink; and then she left half of it. I made up her bed in my work-box,and cut my pocket handkerchief in half two for a pair of sheets. Her laugh was like the tinkle of a raindrop falling on a glass bell. Really when we went out walking I was afraid of losing her! So I slipped her into my purse, and left it open, and carried her like that. And as we walked through the streets of Peking, she would peep out of the purse and say, 'What a lot of people there are in the world, Nanny!' But when we walked in the rice fields, and she saw the butterflies at play, she cried, "Oh Nanny! who are all those darling little people, and why do they never come to to see me in the palace?' One day there came a message to the Queen of China that the Emperor of Tartary was coming to marry her daughter and when the Princess was told the news, she never stopped asking me a string of little questions 'Where is Tartary Nanny? Will I like Tartary? Are the people little there, or big? What is the Emperor like? Will I like him? Is he very enormous? Is he nice and tiny? What will be his wear? I couldn't answer most of her questions, but when she cme to the last one, I said, 'He'll wear purple, pet, like every other Emperor.' 'Purple!' she said. 'How pretty! Now I shall know him when I see him, my pretty little purple Emperor!' and the Princess of China clapped her tiny hands. She grew very excited about her Purple Emperor, and the day he was expected she said suddenly, 'Nanny, I must have a new dress!' 'Why, poppet, you have seven hundred new dresses,' I told her, for hadn't I been kept busy sewing the tiny garments since the news came? 'I don't mean those she said, stampping her foot on my thumb-nail, where she had been standing at the time. 'I mean a dress that is really beautiful for a Purple Emperor.' 'Where shall we find it?' I asked her. 'We'll look for it in the rice fields,' said she. So I popped her into my purse, and we went out. The rice fields were as hot as ever, and as full of butterflies, and in them, besides ourselves, was a little Chinese boy, in a blue cotton shirt, chasing the butterflies. Just as we came up, he clapped his two hands together over such a little beauty, as delicate and gay as a flower, and when he parted his hands the pretty thing fell dead at our feet. The Princess of China wept with rage. 'Make the boy stand still while I pull his hair!' she cried. And the boy had to come close and bend down his head, and she took hold of two of his hairs and pulled them as hard as she could, while he blinked his eyes a little. 'There!' said she. 'Now go away. I'm never going to look at you again.' 'When the boy had gone, the Princess of China said to me , 'Give me the poor little lady, Nanny.' So I picked up the butterfly and gave it to her, and she fondled its soft bloomy wings, and cried a little, and cuddled down inside the purse with it, so deep that I couldn't see her. 'Best let her get over her little fit by herself,' I thought; and looked about for a bit of shade to sit in till she was happy again. And there I rested watching the butterflies dancing in the heat haze beyond the shadow; and especially one big fine fellow, and handsomest butterfly I have ever seen, who kept hovering in and out of the shadow as though he couldn't keep away from us. At last, as I sat very still, he settled on my purse, and remained there quite a long while, moving his long slender feelers this way and that; so that I imagined he was saying something, if only I had ears tiny enough to hear him. Whether I dozed or not, who can say? Perhaps I only nodded off for a second or so. But when I next looked, I saw the handsome butterfly just spreading his wings to fly, and besides him there was another butterfly, much smaller and of the same gay, delicate sort that the boy had killed. They rose together, their wings touching, and flew out into the sunshine, where they danced awhile, and then disappeared in the haze. I thought it was now time to return, in case the Emperor of Tartary should be arriving, so I called into my purse, 'Come poppet, we're going home!' There was no answer and I supposed she was asleep; so I got up and walked home quietly. not to wake her. When I reached the palace, the Queen ran out to meet me in a fluster. 'Oh there you are, Nanny! said she. 'The Emperor is just entering the city, and we couldn't find you or the princess anywhere.' 'Here she is, safe in my purse,' I said; and we opened the purse, and it was as empty as an air balloon. We searched every corner of it in vain; and then we ran back together to the rice fields, looking for her in the dust on the way, though I knew she could not have fallen out as i came home without my seeing it. When we came to the shadows where I had been sitting, we searched the ground thoroughly, but there was not a sign of her. There was nothing but the two butterflies, who had come back, and settled first upon my hand , and then upon the Queen's. And the little gay one fluttered her wings at me, as though to say, 'See my lovely new dress!' Then it struck me all of a sudden, and I said to the Queen who was weeping, 'What sort of a butterfly is this?' 'What a time to ask Nanny!' wailed the Queen. 'I don't know what sort it is. The big one is a Purple Emperor. But what a time to ask!' 'Dry your eyes,' I said. 'It is useless to look any more. The Princess of China is gone where she'll never come back from.' And I shook the two butterflies off my hand and led the Queen back home. 'We were met at the palace-gates by an excited crowd. The Emperor of Tartary had arrived and there was no bride to greet him. But as we appeared, the crowd cried, 'Here they are! Here's the Princesses Nurse! and down the steps strode the Emperor of Tartary himself , a great big handsome man, in a royal purple mantle. He walked straight to the Queen and hugged her, saying, My Princess! My Bride! My Beautiful One!' It took the Queen's breadth away, and ours too. But as soon as she could she made a sign to me to say nothing and while the Emperor embraced her again I signed to the crowd. They all understood, and folded their hands in their sleeves and stood with downcast eyes as the Emperor of Tartary led his bride into the palace. And where was the harm of it? What would he have done with my tiny Princess of China for a bride? He was much better off as he was.
'Gosh, I thought it was going to be a tinier tale than that, Nanny,' said Doris, 'because the hole in Mary Matilda's sock was so tiny.' 'Ah.' said the Old Nurse, 'but tiny holes take very fine darning.'
Wasn't that a wonderful story Children. Here is a little bit more information about the lady Eleanor Farjeon, do follow the links through the Wiki green writings if you would like to know more about her.
Eleanor Farjeon (pronounced far'-zhun) (February 13, 1881 – June 5, 1965) was an English author
of children's stories and plays, poetry, biography, history and satire.
Some of her correspondence has also been published. She won many
literary awards and then, a wonderful story written by Eleanor Farjeon in prestigious Eleanor Farjeon Award for children's literature is presented annually in her memory by the Children's Book Circle, a society of publishers.
The daughter of popular novelist Benjamin Farjeon and Maggie (Jefferson) Farjeon, Eleanor came from a literary family, her two younger brothers, Joseph and Herbert Farjeon, being writers, while the eldest, Harry Farjeon, was a composer.
Eleanor, known to the family as "Nellie", was a small timid child,
who had poor eyesight and suffered from ill-health throughout her
childhood. She was educated at home, spending much of her time in the
attic, surrounded by books. Her father encouraged her writing from the
age of five. She describes her family and her childhood in the
autobiographical, A Nursery in the Nineties (1935).
These days, Eleanor Farjeon's most widely known work is the popular children's hymn Morning has Broken, written in 1931 for an old Gaelic tune associated with the Scottish village Bunessan. It was later popularized by the folk singer Cat Stevens.
The Lovesick Stallion
Once upon a time there was a beautiful horse called Henry, nowadays he spent a lot of his time galloping around the meadows. This he had always done, so it was very strange what happened to him, this beautiful day, in August. He stood quite still and wondered why it was he had never, ever wanted to run free~ it just never came into his mind before ~ yet, here he was in the middle of the paddock, thinking just that. Henry , which was the name given to him when he was born, had lived in the same place all his life. The Barn, his home since he was a small colt, stood as lovely as ever in the corner of his paddock, he wanted for nothing; fresh hay, grooming by a beautiful young filly named Janice, whose pony tail was almost as long as his, brought him fresh water and food everyday, in fact, every day he was well looked after. As a youngster, he had remained rather a gangly,little chap for quite a while, he often thought this was why he had been able to stay at Brookefield and not been sold on. Now however, he had made up for the lost growing times with his rich, grey dappled coat and a mane and tail that could have been made with spun silver and spiders webs covered in morning dew, he had also grown in sature and by the time he was three, he could have been mistaken as Tolkein's great Shadowfax. Yes, life for Henry was very comfortable to say the least. Maybe that is why he suddenly began to have this desperate urge to be free; roam the wild meadows beyond the hills. These thoughts were very alien to Henry, but they remained with him all that day. Night began to fall and Henry made his way down to the barn, his stable I suppose we should call it. After eating his supper he stood by the stable door, resting his long neck against the wooden rail, he smiled as his eyes settled on the worn out groove to one side of the feeding basket. He smiled again as he realised that he was dreaming of the one he loved far, far away. At that very moment, a shooting star crossed the sky he quickly made a wish and knew immediately that it would come true for without any thought of sleeping, he found his old satchel, and after putting inside a few odds and ends he thought he might need, he was ready for the off. He was just about to leave when he realised there was no sense in his departing in the middle of the night, he must have a sleep and wait for morning and breakfast. And so our intrepid adventurer settled back down for the night; Sleep however didn't come easy, it was more of an awake night than a sleep night, and by the time morning came he was wide awake and excited when Janice arrived with his breakfast. He did feel a little sad as he had his oats, thinking of the days he had spent here, in this barn, and how much Janice would miss him but he soon perked up, and with satchel over his head, he made his way up to the top of the meadow and freedom. He stood on the ridge above the valley, looking towards the distant horizon and Emily.
He spurred himself forward, he could almost feel the reins round his neck as he galloped onwards, forever, onwards. He first stopped at a small brook, and it was from this brook that he set his barings. He must go left, left towards the mountains, the border and finally to England. He crossed over bridges, scrambled across rocks, paddled through trickling brooks, he came upon a great lake not far from the border and rested in the near by woods till the morning came. And with morning came the rain, it rained for two days solid, Henry was cold and very wet. His tail and mane became tangled and there was no Janice to groom him. Should he turn back. Could he turn back. He stopped in his tracks, he truely was on his last legs, he plodded the day away. But by the following day, the sun had replaced the rain, the grass smelt and tasted so clean and fresh. Everything in the world was fine again. Time went by, days went by, Henry plodded on. No more the graceful stallion but more like a cart horse. Then the day soon came when he could go no farther, he sat down to rest, he was exhausted. His heart sank as he caught sight of his reflection in the cattle trough, he had burr's stuck in his mane and tail, somewhere he must have picked up a scratch for specks of blood, were dotted down a long scratch on his left fetlock. Sleep drifted over him and he had another restless night in the open. He was very surprised to hear singing as he woke up, he was leaning up against an old oak tree and the head of a young boy was bobbing up and down as he struggled to get the burr's out of Henry's mane. "What on earth have you been doing with yourself Henry?" he said between pulls, "and why are you so far from your home?" Henry couldn't believe his eyes, there was the young groom who had looked after him at the Wincanton Races last Easter. "Well I can see you have been travelling for quite some time, and I think I can guess were your going!" he smiled. "Well we can't have you going to see your lady friend like this! Now can we?" he said, as he took the last burr out of Henry's mane. "Now let's get those last few burr's out of your tail and we will make you as good as new in no time." And without another word. Henry began to be restored. He couldn't believe his luck, Jaimie the groom just kept on and on, till he had Henry back to his full Stallionetic image again. He lifted his head and moved it from side to side in appreciation, neighing loudly and even whinny-ing to the four winds he was so delighted. "And now young fellow, you look a bit more like a stallion of breed and not a carthorse, used to pulling a drey of coal." he frowned and added, "not that I'm critizising the drey horse, oh no, not me, where would we be with out them!" he exclaimed. "Right now Henry! You follow this here track for about three days, don't take any short cuts otherwise you will need grooming again. Right?" Henry nodded his head. He gave Jamie a nuzzle and started along the track that ran along beside the river. This he did for the three days and three night, food was good eating the blackberries and sweet grass, strawberry clover and the odd bit of hay he found in the farmers fields left out for the sheep. However his heart was beginning to sink again, he really did think he could, or should have caught sight of Emily by now. Maybe she was already hitched, he hadn't thought of that in his haste to see her. Although Jaimie hadn't mentioned it. His heart sank as he closed his eyes... It was late, he was tired........ then just as Henry was about to drift off to sleep, in that very moment he heard in the distance, a sound ...... " ----ry." He opened one eye, then the other, lifted his ears, "what was that?" "......nry." The sound got closer and closer, then to Henry's surprise. Can you guess who came galloping over the crest of the hill? Emily, it was Emily galloping directly towards him. "Henry, Henry!" she whined as she snuggled up to him, her nuzzle all floppy and loving smothering his nuzzle as they poured out their love for one another uncontrollably. And can you guess what happened next my children???? YES of course you can.
And they lived happily ever after.
This Poem and the picture come from milnercom.blogspot.com
One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests Where he lays in the reins For all of the speed and the strength he gave
One more kiss tonight from some tall stable girl She’s like grace from the earth When you’re all tuckered out and tame
One more tired thing the gray moon on the rise When your want from the day Makes you to curse in your sleep at night
One more gift to bring we may well find you laid Like your steed in his reins Tangled too tight and too long to fight
SNOWDROP AND THE DWARFS
One winter day, when the snow lay deep on the ground, a gentle queen sat by her window working. As she worked she pricked her finger, so that two little drops of blood fell from it. The queen sighed and said: "How I wish that I might have a little daughter with cheeks as rosy as those drops of blood, with skin as white as snow and hair as black as this ebony window frame.!" To her great delight the queen's wish was granted, and before long a little daughter came, the Queen named her Snowdrop.
Alas soon after this the good Queen died, and Snowdrop's father, the king,married another lady, she was very beautiful but she was also very vain and unkind. She new that she was the most beautiful lady in the land because when she looked into her magic mirror and asked:
Say, glass that hangeth on the wall Who is the fairest of beauties all?
The glass would always answer:
Thou, Queen, art the fairest of beauties all.
As the years rolled by little Snowdrop grew into a very sweet and lovely girl, and one day when the vain queen asked the glass the old, old question to her great surprise it replied:
Fair and lovely though the queen, Snowdrop is lovelier far, I deem.
This sent the jealous queen into such a frightful rage that she immediately summoned her servants and gave orders for Snowdrop to ne killed. But all the people in the castle loved Snowdrop, and , instead of killing her, one of them a good kind girl, took her into the wood and there left her, in the hope that someone might see her and befriend her. Left alone, poor Snowdrop wandered about in the wood until she came to a little cottage. She opened the door and went in. Inside she found seven little beds, seven little loaves and seven little glasses of wine. She ate a good supper, and then being very tired, she lay down on one of the beds and fell fast asleep.
Now the cottage belonged to seven dwarfs, and when it was quite dark they returned, lit their seven lamps, and entered. To their surprise they found a lovely maiden asleep on their beds. "How beautiful she is!" they exclaimed, all together. At this Snowdrop awoke and sat up in bed in alarm. "Do not be afraid," said the dwarfs, "for you are among friends. But do tell us how you came to be here?" Then Snowdrop told her story, and the dwarfs, who were charmed with her beauty and sweetness offered her a home. "But," said they, "be careful to keep the door shut fast while we are away, lest the jealous queen find you and do you harm." Sure enough the queen did find out where Snowdrop was, and, dressing herself up as an old woman, she set off for the cottage. Presently Snowdrop heard somebody calling: "Fine wares to sell! Fine wares to sell!" She opened the window and leaned out, and indeed the ribbons and laces that she saw before her eyes were so pretty that, forgetting all about the dwarfs ' warning, she unbolted the door and ran out. "I think I should like to buy some laces," said she. "Let me fasten them into your dress for you," said the old woman, who set to work to tie them as tightly as she could, so tightly that Snowdrop collapsed and fell down dead. "There is an end to all your beauty," said the wicked queen. Soon the dwarfs came home, and they no sooner saw Snowdropthan they guessed what had happened. Quick as lightening one of them drew out a knife and cut the cruel laces. In a few minutes Snowdrop revived and related her story. When they went away the next morning the dwarfs again warned Snowdrop to open the door to nobody until they returned. Late in the afternoon Snowdrop looked out of her window and saw a strange old woman in a red shawl with a basket hanging on her arm. "Fine wares to sell! Fine wares to sell!" she called "Oh, what beautiful combs those are," cried Snowdrop. "Try them in your hair," said the old woman, handing her one of the combs through the window. Snowdrop took it in her hand, but the comb was poisoned, and when it touched her scalp she fell down as if dead. The dwarfs once more returned home they saw the comb and drew it out, slowly Snowdrop started to come around and soon she was as right as rain again. As soon as the the wicked queen learned that Snowdrop had escaped her a second time, so she painted her face, dressed herself as a peasant, and went agan to the cottage. This time she took with her a basket of beautiful apples, one of which she had filled on one side with poison. "Would you like a rosy apple?" she asked as she held out the apple to Snowdrop as she leaned out of the window. But Snowdrop was wise now, and would not take it. "Perhaps you think it is poisoned," said the peasant, "See I will eat the white side, leaving you the red side." The apple did look tempting and as the old lady had already eaten one half it certainly couldn't be poisoned, thought Snowdrop. So she took the apple and put it to her lips. She bit into the apple and she fell to the floor as if dead. The queen returned to the castle and taking her magic glass in her hand she asked once more:
Who is the fairest of beauties all?
This time the mirror answered:
Thou, Queen, are fairest of beauties all.
Then the queen knew at last that Snowdrop was dead.
At dusk the dwarfs returned to their cottage as usual, but this time all their efforts to restore Snowdrop were in vain. She was dead. Sorrowfully they dressed her in a beautiful robe, and placed her in a crystal box ornamented with gold, and set it on a hill for everyone to see. One day a prince passed that way, and he was so struck with Snowdrop's beauty that he paid the dwarfs a large sum of money to allow him to carry the box away. As it was lifted down one of the servants stumbled. The door of the crystal box flew open, the piece of poison apple that was lodged in Snowdrop's throat was disturbed and the princess spat it out, she sat up in amazement wondering what was happening . "Where am I?" she asked. The Prince, who was overjoyed to find that the beautiful girl was still alive. He came over and helped her down. He had learn't about the wicked queen and all her wicked tricks from the dwarfs, so he was able to tell her all what had happened. "I love you more than anyone in the world," he said, when he had told her all. "Come with me and be my bride." Snowdrop smiled and gave him her hand, and she went away with the prince to his father's palace, where they married and lived happily together for the rest of their lives. And the Queen, well she was invited to the wedding; but she was so furious that the prince's love had brought Snowdrop to life again that she fell down in a fit, from which she was never to recover.
The wonderful Andrew Lang wrote this story in his Red Fairy Tale Book, First given to us by the Grimm brothers, the story has become more familiar as Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. What would Disney have done with Snowdrop and the one bedromed cottage, goodness me, no "Hi Ho, what would WE do!" Any way this is the original Snowdrop, though it does have many, many different endings..... and middles..... I suppose.
LITTLE STORY TELLER
In here there are some nice books of Barbie and her adventures.
THE WILLOW- PATTERN PLATE
A beautiful Chinese girl named Koong-Shee fell in love with her father's secretary, Chang, who was poor.
But the father of Koong-Shee wanted her to marry a rich man, and because she wouldn't give up Chang her father sent her away to a little house at the end of the garden. Outside Koong-Shee's window was a willow tree, and just beyond that a fruit tree, and Koong-Shee sat all day watching the fruit tree bloom. She was very lovely and unhappy, until one day Chang asked her to flee with him. Chang dared not post the letter lest it should fall into the hands of Koong-Shee's father, but he found a coconut shell, dropped it into the lake, and watched it sail across.
Two pigeons, lover's flying high, A Chinese vessel was sailing by, Weeping Willow hanging o'er, Bridge with lover's, father sore Koong-Shee and Chang did fly, To a small house not close by, Happy lovers, ne'er a frown, Little house was burn't to ground. Ne'er no more were lover's seen, Weeping Willows, sorrow, trees. Empassioned love birds in the sky Their love, true love, ne'er will die.
Koong-Shee read the letter, and sent back her answer. She said she would go if her lover were brave enough to come and fetch her. Chang went boldly up to the little house and took her away. They had to cross the bridge to get out of the garden and as they were half way across Koong-Shee's father saw them, and hurried after them. Koong-Shee went first with her distaff, Chang followed carrying her jewel-box, and behind them ran the father with a whip. But the father did not catch them, and they escaped to a little house on the other side of the lake, where they lived happily. But the rich man who wanted to marry Koong-Shee was so angry that he set fire to the pretty little house, and Koong-Shee and Chang were seen no more.
THE STORY TELLER I have just changed the Video clips as well. I thought being as we're in storyland we better have some Brothers Grimme and some of The Barbie Clips from their films. So enjoy once again Diddily Dee Dot xxx JUST CLICK^ ON THE DVD SLOT NEXT TO START ON VIDEO BOX IF THE "ERROR" SLOGAN SHOWS, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH VIDEO
Before we move on to the story telling I would like to introduce you to some of the most famous books in the world. I think we will stick to the Children's Books, otherwise I will still be doing this page tomorrow afternoon, next year.
I know let us start with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. by Lewis Carroll, whose real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. He was born in 1832 and died in 1898 at the age of sixty six. One hot summer afternoon Alice ran down a rabbit hole, she was chasing after the White Rabbit; she met not only the rabbit but the Mad Hatter, the Dormouse, the March are, the Cheshire Cat and many more remarkable characters, not least was the Queen of Hearts and a whole pack of playing cards which came to life. A few years later, Mr Carroll wrote another Alice Book called Alice through the Looking Glass. To this day these books which are over a hundred years old still excite children both in books and films.
Now we change to Black but only for a moment to say his name. BLACK BEAUTY, the most famous horse in children's literature. Written by Anna Sewell who was born 1n 1812 and who died in 1870. This is the story of a horse's adventure as told by the horse himself. He has been made into Television Series on many occasions and in many languages as well as films. Anna Sewell herself came from England she was born in a house in Great Yarmouth,She had difficulty walking and relied on a
pony and trap for transport. It took Anna Sewell seven years to write Black Beauty, her only novel, which was published in 1877, five months before her death at the age of 58.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL; There can be only one Charles Dickens and to even begin to tell you about all his stories would take a lifetime. A Christmas carol, David Copperfield, Nicholas Nickleby, Pickwick Papers. That is just a few of his novels, yet he wrote many short stories of which your Diddily has got many as he is one of my favourite writers. Charles Dickens was born in 1812 and died in 1870. His own story is one of rags to riches. He was born in Portsmouth on
February 7, 1812, to John and Elizabeth Dickens. The good fortune of
being sent to school at the age of nine was short-lived because his
father, inspiration for the character of Mr Micawber in David Copperfield,
was imprisoned for bad debt. The entire family, apart from Charles,
were sent to Marshalsea along with their patriarch. Charles was sent to
work in Warren's blacking factory and endured appalling conditions as
well as loneliness and despair. After three years he was returned to
school but the experience was never forgotten and became fictionalised
in two of his better-known novels David Copperfield and Great Expectations.
There you go that is three little Literary Facts for your mum and dad to tell you about until you are old enough to read them for yourself. I will add a few more a little further down the page. Now for three nice little stories from THE STORYTELLER. Enjoy, don't forget the drink and nibbles if your allowed.
Written By: George Lewis Avery
I am hoping Mr Avery won't mind me putting this story on my website. It will be much enjoyed by the children.
It happened on a day that exactly one hundred years
had passed. The Bollywog awakened from a very long sleep. It pushed the
leaves from around it's face and crawled from beneath the log that had
sheltered it from the weather. It had no way of knowing that it had
been asleep for one hundred years. It was only aware that it was very,
very hungry. "I must find something to eat," said the Bollywog, "For I am very, very hungry."
Bollywog looked about. It was standing in a thick wood. The trees were
large and tall. The sun peeked through the thick canopy of leaves
overhead and the birds flitted and sang amongst the branches. The
Bollywog called up to the birds:
me, but do you have any food up there that you might spare. I am so
very, very hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a
hundred years." "You poor, dear fellow," peeped the birds. "Of course we can share our food with you." All of the birds scampered about the forest picking seeds from the trees and bushes. They brought these back to the Bollywog.
"It is not enough," answered the Bollywog. "I must have more. Bring me more."
birds scampered about the forest gathering all the fruits and berries
they could find. They brought these back to the Bollywog. He gobbled it
all up. "It is not enough," he protested. "I must have more food."
birds scampered about the forest gathering all the beetles and snails
that they could find. They brought these back to the Bollywog and he
gobbled away every morsel. "It is not enough food," he shouted. "I must have more."
birds scampered about the forest once more. They scratched at the
forest floor and gathered as many earthworms as they could uncover.
They brought these back to the Bollywog who ate them all greedily.
Still the Bollywog was not satisfied. "Bring me more," he ordered. "I must have more."
"There is nothing left," answered the birds. "We have given you all that we have."
The Bollywog stomped his feet. "I must have more food," he demanded. "I am hungry, very, very hungry."
have given you all of our food," answered the birds. "We have not
salvaged a single morsel for ourselves. Still we would gladly give of
ourselves to keep you from dying of starvation. It is only fitting
that we should offer ourselves as a sacrifice in your behalf." "It is not enough," replied the Bollywog, "but it must do."
of the birds of the forest fluttered down and offered themselves to the
Bollywog. He hungrily gobbled them up. And yet he was not appeased.
"Bring me more food," he demanded. Not surprisingly, there was no one left to heed him. He had eaten them all.
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very
hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred
years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my
stomach." He walked and walked until eventually he met a goose.
"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.
The Goose was frightened. "I cannot feed you," replied the goose, "but I can lay you an egg."
"It is not enough," grumbled the Bollywog, "but it must do."
The Goose laid an egg which the Bollywog promptly ate.
"Another!" The Bollywog demanded. "I must have another."
"Patience," explained the goose. "This is not an easy chore. However, I will lay you another egg if I must."
Pleaded the Bollywog. "I am so very, very hungry. I feel as if I have
not eaten for pretty nigh on a Hundred years." The Goose laid another egg. The Bollywog ate it and
immediately demanded another. The Goose quite concerned for its safety
continued to lay eggs. The Bollywog quite unappeased by the thrifty
offerings continued to demand more. Soon the goose became exhausted. "I am tired," said the Goose. "I cannot lay another single egg."
"You must," insisted the Bollywog. "I must be fed."
"I cannot," said the Goose. "I have nothing left to offer."
The Bollywog was angry. "Then I shall eat you," he said.
"Please do not eat me," pleaded the Goose. "Perhaps I can give you one of my drumsticks. If I do this, will it satisfy you?"
"It is very little," replied the Bollywog, "but it must do."
sooner had the Bollywog eaten the drumstick than he said: "Give me
another!" The Goose was in no condition to refuse. Soon the Bollywog
had devoured the entire goose. "Give me another," he requested. Not
surprisingly there was no one to hear his demands.
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very
hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred
years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my
stomach." He walked and walked until he eventually met a Bloody-Bone.
"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.
Bloody-Bone was not frightened. For indeed he was a more frightful
creature than the Bollywog. "Indeed I am a most fortunate monster,"
said the Bloody-Bone to himself. "I shall convince this poor creature
to return with me to my cave and there I shall eat him for supper." "Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog.
"I have no food
with me," replied the Bloody-Bone. "However, if you will walk with me
to my cave I will be glad to prepare a meal for you there." "We must hurry," insisted the Bollywog. "I am very, very hungry."
"Indeed!" Smiled the Bloody-Bone. "I am hungry as well."
Soon. Very soon. The two monsters reached the cave. "Where is the food," asked the Bollywog.
you," answered the Bloody-Bone, "to believe the words of a Monster. I
have no food. I only invited you here into my home that I might eat
you. Indeed, I am a very frightful monster." "Have I told you," replied the Bollywog with a wry smile,
"that I am very, very hungry. I feel as if I haven't eaten for pretty
nigh on a hundred years." The Bloody-Bone was frightened. "Oh dear, dear me," said he, as the Bollywog gobbled him entirely up.
"Feed me!" Demanded the Bollywog. Not surprisingly the cave was all empty.
"Oh dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very
hungry. I feel as if I have not eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred
years. Surely I can find something to quieten the rumbling in my
He walked and walked until eventually he met a little girl carrying a picnic basket.
"Feed me," demanded the Bollywog.
"Good Afternoon," greeted the small child. "My name is Kat. Everybody calls me Little Kat. What is your name?"
"I am a Bollywog," it said. "You must feed me. I am very, very hungry."
you poor dear Mr. Bollywog," said Little Kat. "I do have some of my
Grandmothers sugar cookies in the picnic basket. I brought them with me
that I might feed the songbirds in the trees, but they do not seem to
be about today. Have you seen the songbirds, Mr. Bollywog? I really do
miss them." "NO! I have not seen them," lied the Bollywog. "You must feed me! I am very, very hungry."
Little Kat gave the cookies to the Bollywog. "I must have more," it insisted. "I am very, very hungry.
only have some of my Grandmothers gingerbread," said Little Kat. "I
brought it with me that I might feed it to my friend the Goose, but she
does not seem to be about today. Have you seen my friend the Goose, Mr.
Bollywog? I really do miss her." "No! I have not seen her," lied the Bollywog as it ate up all the gingerbread. "You must feed me! I am very, very hungry.
have no more cookies," replied Little Kat, "but you are such a nice
Bollywog that I shall get you more. You should come with me to my
Grandmothers house. It is not safe in the forest. Not everyone one
meets in the forest is as nice as you. My Grandmother says there are
Monsters in the forest, but there does not seem to be any about today.
Have you seen any Monsters, Mr. Bollywog? " "No! I have seen no Monsters," lied the Bollywog. "Hurry, feed me. I am very, very hungry."
Soon they reached Grandmothers
house. "Feed me," insisted the Bollywog. "Shortly the Bollywog had
eaten all of the food in the refrigerator. "Feed me more," it demanded.
"I must have more food." Little Kat retrieved all of the food in the
cupboards. The Bollywog ate it all up greedily. "It is not enough," shouted the Bollywog. "I must have more food or I will eat you."
"Oh, dear me," said Little Kat. "You are not a nice Bollywog at all. I think you are a mean, mean Bollywog."
"The Bollywog stomped his feet: "Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!" it ordered.
At that moment Little Kat's small brother James came into the kitchen. "Feed me," shouted the Bollywog. "No!" said Little James.
"Then I will eat you," said the angry Bollywog. "Unh! Unh!" Shouted Little James. He bounced his diaper off of the Bollywog's head and ran away very, very fast.
what a pity," said the Bollywog to Little Kat. "Your little brother
looked quite delicious. Oh Well! Then I shall eat you." "I do not think so!" Said she. "You are a mean Bollywog. But you are not as tough as my big brother Matthew . I see him coming and when he gets here you are in big trouble, Buster.
"Did I tell you," spoke the Bollywog, "that I am a very frightful Monster."
"I am sure you are a most frightful Monster," answered Little Kat. "But my big brother, Matthew is a very frightful brother."
"Is he so very tough," asked the Bollywog.
"Is he tough," said Little Kat. "Why, every evening he goes out and slays a dozen fire-breathing dragons. Just yesterday he brought three of them back, boiled them in a pot, and ate them in a single meal."
is not so tough," countered the Bollywog. "I have eaten dragons before.
Did I tell you,that just this very morning, I ate a Bloody-Bone and he was a most fearsome Monster."
is that so," said Little Kat. "My big brother Matthew eats Bloody-Bone
Monsters all of the time. As a matter of fact, he has eaten all of them
that lived in these woods, except one. And that one was a baby. Yes,
the one you ate was a baby monster. It was nothing like the full grown
variety that my big brother Matthew boils for supper." "It does not matter," said the Bollywog. "I am so very, very
hungry that I can eat anything. Did I tell you that I just awakened
from a very long sleep ......... I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty
nigh on a hundred years."
"That is interesting," said Little Kat. "Just this morning,
my big brother Matthew told me that a long, long time ago he punched a
Bollywog in the nose and knocked it unconscious for a hundred years.
Perhaps you have met my brother already, Mr Bollywog." "Anyway, you will meet him again ..... very soon." Little
Kat peeked out the kitchen door. "Oh, here he comes now, Mr. Bollywog.
Well, it has been very nice meeting you. I am sorry you will not have
more time to spend with me, but my big brother Matthew looks very
At that very moment Little Kat's brother Matthew
came into the house through the front door. "GRANDMA," he shouted. "I
HOPE YOU HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT IN THE KITCHEN. BECAUSE I AM VERY
HUNGRY." When Matthew entered the kitchen, the Bollywog was not there.
It had run away.
"I am sorry Matthew," said Little Kat. "There is nothing to
eat in the kitchen. A mean Ol' Bollywog was just in here and it ate all
of the food, but it ran away when it heard you coming. Did I ever tell
you how nice it is to have you for a big brother?" "EGAD!" Said Matthew. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!"
"Oh, dear me," said the Bollywog. "I am so very
hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten for pretty nigh on a hundred
years." It walked and walked until it approached the fish pond.
"Perhaps, there is something to eat around here," said he. As it
searched around it spied a frog, sunning itself on a stone. The Bollywog approached.
"Feed Me," it demanded of the frog.
The frog was asleep and did not hear.
"I am hungry," said the Bollywog. It nudged the frog. "Wake up and feed me," it demanded."
The frog, annoyed at being nudged, opened it's sleepy eyelids.
"You must obey me," said the Bollywog. "I am a most frightful Monster."
Indeed he must have appeared quite frightening , for the frogs eyeballs began to swell as large as saucers.
"BOLLYWOG?" Asked the frog. And a curious smile spread across it's face.
"Yes, I am a Bollywog," answered the Monster. "If you do not feed me I will eat you."
was wrong. The frog was not frightened at all. Instead it seemed to get
very excited. "BOLLYWOG!" Said the frog. It then leapt from the stone
straight at the Bollywog and swallowed the Monster up in its entirety.
"GULP!!! ........... BUUUURP!!!" That was the end of the Bollywog.
frog then leapt back onto the stone and croaked: "BOLLYWOG! ........
BOLLYWOG! ....... BOLLYWOG! ........." while across the pond, another
frog began to sing: "BOLLYWOG! ...... BOLLYWOG! ...... BOLLYWOG! ....."
and soon other frogs had joined them, until the entire woodlands echoed
with the chanting of the frogs: "BOLLYWOG! ..... BOLLYWOG! .......
The singing continued for days on end as the frogs hopped about,
turning over stones and fallen logs, and searching inside holes and
hollows for Bollywogs. It seems that nothing gets a bunch of frogs
excited like a Bollywog does. it seems Monsters that delicious only come along,
say, once every one hundred years.
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