I found this short quote from an unknown author and it simply stuck in my head.
You are going to be fine you come from a strong line of lunatics!
I found this short quote from an unknown author and it simply stuck in my head.
You are going to be fine you come from a strong line of lunatics!
It has been weeks since I have written anything. There are many reasons for this, and the main one is that I lost my mojo as some would call it back when Dad and Bob passed away.
Time has stretched as days have been spent sorting through Dad’s many years of collecting books, which he stored in a random fashion in his study or in an extra shed outside. The second reason is that we have, as you may know, given a lot of time to finding Ellie a companion.
Our visits to the pounds in the various counties resulted in nothing sparking an interest in her. We would gladly have taken quite a few of those dogs home but, she didn’t seem to show any sign of friendship to any of them.
Then one afternoon for some strange reason I called to our vets and spoke to them. This is where I learnt about Dugg /Doug (jury is out on how we spell it). He is three years old, a golden labrador who lived with a lot of other dogs but whose owner needed to find him a home. So we met him and Ellie didn’t shy from him or look annoyed when she met him.
We brought him home on trial. It was a trial. He appeared happy to be with us until each evening when the howling and barking began. It was like having a baby in the house. We were not sleeping and many a conversation ended with, “he is a sweet dog but his howling is driving me nuts.” In short, we gave him time, attention and he, in turn, tried our patience, but Ellie tolerated him and was no longer crying or looking sad. Sometimes she looked frustrated and tired, like us, but he didn’t have many issues beyond his night time love of howling. He wasn’t overly fond of men but he is losing his distrust. Ellie and Doug are getting closer as you can see from the pictures. He is still a little too thin but as my kids say, “you will easily fix that mum!”
He loves babies, likes Brook and Belle two other four-legged occasional visitors and is a gentle sloppy idiot, who likes to eat fruit straight from the garden. It seems as though my pal Bob pushed me to the vets on that afternoon, so Doug is staying, what else could I do?
I write this through a pleasant fog of tiredness….
It has become a ritual.
At precisely 4 o’clock we have tea.
Tea and toast that is.
Dad suggests it, I fool that I am agree
The trouble with this plan is not plain for him to see
But I know that when he has relaxed and needs no more,
I alone am left to tidy, sweep and get on with my day while he simply starts to snore,
Left feeling that again I have been duped
Because it is 4am and not 4pm
It was four days to Christmas day. Mrs Constance Claus was in a dither. Enda, Chief Elf, was no help. He was moving fast making her head spin.
“Enda, stop moving and help. Where did he come from?” Mrs. Claus was red-faced, her voice loud, both unusual for her. Enda looked up recognised the danger signs of a temper about to blow and stopped beside her. The list of must do’s trailed across the yard and into the workshop. Elves were skipping and jumping over it. He noted Leslie’s big jump and made a mental note to include him in the hop skip and jump the barrel competition.
“From his mum.” Enda said before he thought about it.
“Woof” said the dog.
This got both their attention. “Is he talking to us?” Enda looked at Mrs C. His hat had slipped to the side of his head and it fell from his head straight onto the dogs. Delighted with this game Bob, the dog, started to dance about in a circle.
“Hey you have a note tied to your tail. Give.” Mrs. C said in her best no-nonsense voice.
Bob stopped moving and waited while the note was removed, unrolled and read. He decided to have a nap.
Mrs. C read it aloud, “Dear Santa, I would like to send you my dog to help you at your busiest time. Bob is smart he knows stuff. He is strong and he may help you to get this list to the family who live beside Bob’s house. I put in a drawing of the family drawn by Sean. He put their list written in a bubble above our heads. Bubbles are handy aren’t they, ask Bob.”
Yours miles of smiles.
Enda snatched his hat off Bob’s head and said, “Well I never. This is a first. I wonder who this smiley guy is?”
At these words Bob sat up and stared at Enda. Mrs. C laughed “well it must be this boy Sean’s idea. It is clever and different.”
“What age is Sean ?” Enda demanded.
“Six and three-quarters.” Mrs C referred to the letter written in bright red crayon. She squinted at the letter. ”
“How did you get here?” Enda muttered.
“That is not our problem but him being here is, you know Santa is allergic to dog fluff and this is one large fluffy dog.”
At this moment Enda’s brothers, Slim, Noel and Sam arrived. Sam bent down and hugged Bob. “Ahh, we always wanted a dog, can we keep him please?”
Bob moved between Sam and Noel. “We can’t keep him he belongs to someone,” Mrs C said. Then she looked at the three elves. They looked sad. There were tears in their eyes. She sighed. “Okay we will find a way to keep him out of Santa’s sight. He is stressed enough without having to worry about his allergy.”
So for the next two days, Bob was in heaven. He got to meet the Reindeer, Rudolph he knew about cos of the red nose. The reindeer are:Dasher, Dancer, Prancer,Vixen Comet, Cupid,Donner, and Blitzen.
They laughed when they learnt why he had come to the north pole. Dasher said, “you are one heavy-looking dog, you will have to sit in the back of the sleigh.”
Bob patiently explained he had come to help pull it. The reindeers thought this was hilarious. They rolled about in the snow laughing, then went back to eating. Bob left them to it and went to find Slim, Noel and Sam. They were eating dinner. “Hi Bob, would you like some dinner?”
Bob sat beside slim and ate a dinner of fish, potatoes and green beans. Enda noticed and shouted over, “hey he can’t eat that.”
Slim smiled then said, “Too late he has and he enjoyed every single bite.”
Bob wasn’t listening he went to sleep. He needed his energy because he had a plan to prove to the reindeer he could do anything they could do.
Next morning he got up early. When the reindeers went out for exercise they got a surprise. “What is it?” Rudolph asked.
Bob said, “It is an obstacle course you have to get from point a to point b and no cheating for this one. No flying over things. You have to run, jump, crawl and climb.”
Vixen looked madder than usual. “Climb. How can any of us climb?”
Bob didn’t answer just looked at Noel, who had helped him build the course. Bob said “Woof.”
Noel let a shout at the group. “When I say go, I mean run, walk, climb just get to the end.”
The reindeer didn’t look happy but they lined up beside Bob. Noel shouted, “Go” and they did.
The first obstacle was easy it was a simple jump over a gate. They sailed over it leaving Bob behind. He wasn’t worried. He jumped over it. At the next obstacle a low muddy patch under a large flag the reindeers held a meeting about how best to get under it and survive. Bob lifted the edge and slide under it then he was heard grunting as he walked through the muck.
Rudolph said, “Dasher you hold up this end I will follow Bob and when I get out I will hold the other end up and you can walk through. Easy.”
Bob was now at the tree. He sat and looked back at the reindeer they were carefully tip toeing through the mucky patch. He gave a small leap on to the tree trunk and two swift strides had him onto the lowest branch. He walked onto it and then leapt to the ground landing on some nice soft hay. Then he trotted to the finish line and lay down to wait on the group.
When they eventually got to the tree they had another meeting. “He said no flying but we could jump.” Dancer said flexing his hoofs.
“No anything over four-foot is considered a flying movement.” Noel told them.
He went to join Bob and they watched the fun. Eventually the reindeers jumped onto Donner’s back from where they stretched up and grabbed the branch, this took a while as they did it one by one. Then Donner was left stuck on the ground.
The others trotted up to Bob. “Okay you won. But you can’t fly? So how can you help us pull a sleigh.”
Bob gave a grunt. Stood up and shook the snow off his fur. Closing h is eyes he took a deep breath and floated gently off the ground. Rudolph shook his head. “Well I never. Okay so you are in. We need to fit you for a harness and teach you the signals for turning right left and flipping.”
During this time Bob heard a lot of arguing and disagreement among the elves and reindeer. Most believed they could manage without this large hairy dog who seemed to smile a lot. The main argument was they didn’t need him. So Bob waited until they had loaded the sleigh and were doing a test run before Santa appeared.
No matter how much the reindeer dug their hooves into the snow the sleigh didin’t move. Enda shook his head. “There were a lot more toys this year than normal and the new electronic stuff is not as light as we supposed. We need help.”
Everybody swung around and looked at Bob. He walked to his spot in the middle of the group and waited while his harness was clipped in with Vixen and Cupid. Vixen snarled at him and Cupid batted her eyelashes. Bob said “woof”
When Enda took the reins in his hands this time the sleigh took off without a hitch and they did a neat lap of the north pole landing to a huge round of applause.
Christmas Eve Santa was being patiently helped into his seat by the four brothers who were shoving and pushing as normal. Slim muttered, “I thought you were on a diet Santa.”
Noel said, “he was, a see food diet.”
The giggling elves were pushing but trying not to squish the great man too much they heard the words they dreaded hearing him say. “Hang on who is that between Vixen and Cupid.”
Enda looked at bob who was wearing a light weight pair of antlers and had a bright green nose stuck over his own nose. “That is Smiley. Our newest reindeer. He is amazing you will like him.”
Then as Santa landed in his seat Rudolph gave the command and the sleigh took off. Santa’s last words to Mrs C and Enda were “But why does Smiley sound like a dog?”
I went to Amsterdam for a quick (2 day) visit, with my art loving daughter, Sara. We had a great time managing to visit The Rijks museum, Rembrandt House, The Maritime Museum along with a couple of canal tours. It was perfect weather to explore this amazing city. And we made the best of it.
Though I did worry about Bob and his side kick.
When I returned, I was delighted and relieved to see nothing much had changed.
Ellie had added some socks to her collection and Bob. Well he just whiled away his time dreaming.
This story might be familiar to some of you already.
Niall’s legs felt like lead as he walked the short distance to collect his car which he had left parked at the house his sister was minding. Two days of work with only travel time between jobs left him feeling as grey as the sky overhead.
Lost in this hazy greyness he failed to notice the tiny woman until she spoke to him. “Good afternoon.” Her soft voice had an authoritative air to it which made him stop before her.
He noted her pastel pink coat, soft nude coloured shoes and pink hat thinking, she is dressed like the Queen of England. Niall noted the package she carried was square, wrapped in a crimson glossy paper and sitting on top of it a perfectly formed golden bow. He looked around him and couldn’t see how she had arrived at this old house on the top of the hill. He wondered if she was an angel.
“I’ve been invited to tea.” Her crisp words brought a smile to his face.
Niall opened the gate and she, to his surprise, walked through. He followed and they walked towards his car.
“You must work here. Are you the gardener?” She stared at him closely. “I have come to have tea with Lady Louise.”
He wondered in what parallel universe did gardeners wear nifty suits and white shirts. But she reminded him of his grandmother, whom he missed, so he made no caustic comment.
“No, I don’t work here. I left my car with my sister who is minding the house while the owner is away and I have come to collect it. I don’t think there is anyone here.” He waited for her to digest this information.
“So I am at the wrong house. I should try the other big house on the far side.” She said with a nod which sent a ripple waving across her silver hair.
He opened the passenger door intending to leave his jacket on the seat when, to his astonishment she neatly slipped into the seat.
Her blue eyes flashed at him as she said, “That is good you have your car. It won’t take a minute.”
Niall smiled while inside he groaned. He had thirty minutes to get to Dublin for his last appointment, then it would be home for food and sleep. He opened his mouth then thought better of speaking. He shut the door carefully and got into the driver’s seat.
The house in question was a mere four hundred yards away. He drove slower than normal and arrived before the large electronic entrance gate.
“It’s shut.” His passenger said. “I’ll wait.”
Lucky for all concerned the gate opened and he drove through, straight to the front door.
Then without thinking he got out, raced around to the passenger door, opened it and when she alighted Niall gave a slight nod.
With a nod in his direction she sailed sweetly past him carrying her gift.
Niall didn’t linger. Tiredness evaporated as he got back into his seat, gunned the engine and got out of there before he was snared again. “I am not up to dealing with a double dose of silver-haired trouble today.” He said with a sigh of relief as he noted his passenger had gone inside.
I was reminded of this tale last week.
It was late, I was late. And worse the automatic gate was playing up. The reason why became apparent when I stopped outside the gate and rolled down the passenger window. A ladies voice wafted in to me “Ah good I thought I was late.”
I frowned wondering if I, yet again, had got my wires crossed. I didn’t remember volunteering to drive an elderly lady anywhere.
So I leant across the seat and peered out the window. No, I didn’t volunteer to drive a stranger anywhere, especially to a committee meeting, which I guessed was her destination judging from the clipboard and file she carried.
She was talking at a rapid pace. I remembered NIall’s encounter and wondered should I shut my window, lock my doors but her next words caught my attention, “It is kind of you Maureen to offer me a lift.”
“I am sorry I am Maria, not Maureen. Are you sure you have the right house?”
She looked at me blankly then grimaced. “You are not Maureen”
I overlooked the disdainful look she shot my way. I smiled and agreed.
She didn’t look happy at all. “Where is Maureen?”
“One house over,” I said , thankfully at this point the gates clanged shut and I put my foot to the accelerator and left her to toddle into the house next door.
Like mother like son, I decided.
Learning is an ongoing natural progress for everyone. My dad used to say, the day we stop learning is the day we die. That was when life was sweet, everything ran in a predictable fashion. That is, toasters blew up, kids got sick with all the normal stuff, flu, measles etc. Back then money was tight but everyone managed as we simply got on with day-to-day living. Today life should be easier two kids grown and with no mortgage, we have it made.
Now, however, we are faced with a new challenge. How to cope with and help an aging parent whose memory is behaving in an erratic fashion. When I mention the words, vascular dementia, I get sympathetic looks but not much practical advice. So if anyone in the blogging world has experience of this unpredictable event in our lives, I would appreciate all of the advice you can throw my way.
Bob is as usual, kindly on standby to offer hugs to everyone including dad. Though he is still miffed over the bow tie photo so, what the heck here is a reminder.
John and Sara Buggy were twins who didn’t look alike. They didn’t think or act alike either. In fact, they were complete opposites. Sara was a quiet, studious type while John was a messer who hated school and spent his days there playing practical jokes.
One blustery, grey Monday morning, they trudged their way to school, all set for another run-of-the-mill day in the tiny two-classroom building.
“Why are we walking fast?” Sara asked John.
“I have something to do,” he replied, with the beginning of a smile tugging at his mouth.
She knew that look but instead of pressing him further, concentrated on stretching her short legs to keep up with his longer stride. There was a six-inch height difference between them and while John had a head of smooth, dark brown hair Sara was stuck with a headful of tangled, red curls. This didn’t sit well with her.
“School is the oddest place because most of what we learn is pretty useless in the real world,” John was saying, as they walked through the main door.
Sara considered her answer for a moment.
“You may think you’re right but I like learning new things and it’s always so cosy in here.”
Once they were seated, Sara started to worry about what trick John was about to play on their teacher. Mrs Brown, she noticed, kept sniffing and clutching a hanky to her nose. Sara wondered if she were ill. She glanced at John who winked at her.
“Not long now,” he whispered.
“What have you done?” she hissed.
Suddenly, Mrs Brown sneezed. John giggled. Sara turned her attention back to their teacher who sat in her chair with her nose twitching like a rabbit. She sneezed six times in succession, sending her glasses bouncing onto her desk. She managed to stop long enough to hold her nose and shove her glasses back in place. Getting up from her desk she walked to the door and said very quickly, “Carry on with your maths.” This short statement was followed by more sneezing as she left the room.
John was given many high fives and claps on the back as his mates asked how he did it.
“A master never reveals his secrets,” he grinned.
Sara was not impressed. “Someday Mrs Brown will get really mad at you and…”
“And what?” John demanded. “Writing a hundred lines is nothing I haven’t done before. Now, come on, it’s break time.”
Suddenly a shadow fell across his desk and Mrs Brown said, in a sharp tone, “Let’s try five hundred lines on the blackboard today John, not on your tablet where you are a master at copy and paste. The line, I should not play pranks on the teacher, is to be written at lunchtime.”
Mrs Brown then turned to Sara adding, “And John is to do it on his own.”
“Yes, Mrs Brown,” Sara said.
At lunchtime Sara slipped back into the classroom to help her brother, but found him staring at the blackboard.
“You haven’t written many lines,” she said.
Sara noticed a message written across the board – and it wasn’t in John’s handwriting.
School is a useful tool for life, John and Sara.
Sara read the words aloud and looked at John.
“I didn’t do it.The board was clean when I began and then it just appeared. It’s wrong anyway, school is stupid.”
He wiped the message away.
“Perhaps it is magic?” Sara said in a wistful tone.
“Huh, there is no such thing,” John sneered. “If there was I would click my fingers and the whole board would be full of lines, just like this.” Turning to face Sara he clicked his fingers but noticed her smile fade as she pointed back to the board.
There before them, more lines of the same sentence appeared. They watched as they scrawled, with no sign of a marker, in neat, tidy rows.
Sara counted the lines.
“There are twenty rows of twenty-five lines.” She looked at John. “Did you do this? Do something else!”
“Two packets of crisps,” John shouted, then clicked his fingers and waited. Nothing happened.
Sara was busy staring at the blackboard again. She read the message aloud.
You have enough lunch to eat in your schoolbag.
“I don’t like this. Is it a ghost? ” Sara whispered and jumped further away from the board.
John was curious and moved closer. “Rubbish! Ghosts don’t exist.”
“I wonder why it happened today?”The words changed and she read aloud, Today is my birthday, I am one hundred years old.
Gathering all of her courage Sara said, “Happy Birthday to you but who are you?”
I am the schoolhouse you are standing in and my name is Clearie.
“Clearie, what an awesome name!” John said.
The words on the bottom changed once more and they both read the message.
Clearie means minstrel and scholar in Irish.
Suddenly, the ringing of the bell announced the end of break. The arrival of the other children back into the room prevented Sara and John from finding out more.
Sara did notice the last message was wiped clean before Mrs Brown arrived back to her desk but she instinctively knew it wouldn’t be the last of them.
In the meantime, there was John’s lack of lines to worry about…
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Thank you all and have a great Christmas.
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But there was someone missing who needed a hug, but he got plenty when we got home.
Betty is a Grandmother who loves inventing things.
“Gadgets, Do-wacky’s” she calls them.
Her inventions hang from the ceiling in her workshop. Everything will be useful some day, Betty says. Especially, the wind powered dog walker and even the grass-growing timer.
Betty would love to invent a special car just for her. A car, which will not collect great bumps and dents whenever she tries to park it. Until then, Betty cycles everywhere.
She is easy to find with her hair pulled into a high bun, which perches on top of her head like a small bird having a rest. Her eyes are large and dark brown. When she laughs, stars tumble from her eyes.
Baby-sitting and Bird Watching.
Betty was babysitting Jim. She watched him carefully because, Jim loves trouble. Betty did not want any accidents.
Betty’s white cat Sourpuss was sleeping on the floor.
“W-h-a-t ?” Jim, a very yoghurt faced Jim asked. He waved his spoon around. Dollops of yoghurt flew off his spoon and landed on Sourpuss.
“What indeed Jim!” Betty said. She stopped eating and put down her own spoon. Betty said, “Well done, your first word. Say it again!”
“Whaaaattt?” he shouted.
Betty picked Jim up. She danced around the room hugging him. It was a hop, skip and jump dance over the toys on the floor.
Wouldn’t it be handy if I could just fly over all of this mess? But I’d need a flying suit or gadget of some sort! Then an idea danced about in her head until a picture of it formed. “What a brilliant idea, – a flying suit.”
Later when a nice clean Jim was back in his own house, Betty began to work on her idea. “How heavy could it be? ” Betty said aloud waving her hands in the air. “I can imagine how it would feel to fly high with the birds. Splendid.”
Betty went outside. She looked up at the sky. “I need to study the birds for clues” she said to the blackbird sitting on her fence. He didn’t like the sound of that and flew off. A floating feather gave her the answer.
“If humans had as many feathers as birds then they could fly couldn’t they?”
The group of children were fidgeting and whispering excitedly as they stood in Betty’s garden. Something great was about to happen.
“What do you want us to do?” the tallest of the children called Harry asked. Harry was in a hurry to get back to his game boy.
“I need your help, please. To collect loads of feathers.”
“What type of feathers?” This was from Sara a very nosy little girl.
“Dog feathers,”her brother said digging her in the ribs.
Sara glared at him. “I meant what size? Big ones or little ones Betty?”
‘All sizes, types and colours, but only ones that have fallen off birds. You are not to chase the birds.’ She added this as she noticed Jonathon eyeing up a very fat pigeon waddling across the road.
They set off at a run. Feather pillows suddenly became featherless. The empty pillows were stuffed with the most unusual items, old socks (mostly of the smelly variety), sheep’s wool and Harry had a brain wave of filling the empty pillowcase with a cabbage from the garden.
Hen houses and hedgerows were searched. Trees were climbed and bird-cages were emptied. Betty found some feathers in the hedge where Sourpuss slept and she put them in a box inside her workroom. She went to sleep that night dreaming of skies filled with flying children. Much safer than airplanes Betty decided before she fell asleep.
The next morning after a large breakfast of cereal, two hard boiled eggs and three slices of toast, all washed down with a pot of strong tea, Betty went to her workroom.
The sight of the large box stuffed with feathers, sitting at the door, was a surprise. Betty dragged the box indoors. She emptied it onto the floor. The feathers were all co lours and sizes, some were bright yellow, others were as dark as a lump of coal. Betty felt a tingle of excitement run through her. Taking her oldest boiler suit Betty began to cover it in feathers. She was no good at sewing so she was gluing them to the fabric. It was a sticky, tricky job.
At one o clock the back of the suit was covered in feathers. The wings were her next problem. Walking around her workroom she glanced up at the ceiling. There was the answer, – two old kites dangling above her. Betty began to work again.
By nightfall Betty was hopping about with excitement. It was finished.
The suit looked strange but impressive. Betty wondered who might test it for her.
“I’ll do it.” Licking her lips and rubbing her hands together, she sensed an adventure about to happen.
Betty woke the sun up. She pulled on loads of clothes, because, she was afraid the sun might forget to shine. On went her warmest jeans, thick socks, boots, two tee shirts, a huge woolly jumper and matching hat. Plonking her sunglasses on her head, she said, ‘I’m ready.’
Betty quickly loaded the suit on to her wheelbarrow. Pushing the barrow to the old barn in the field next to her house didn’t take long. She was huffing and puffing harder than any wolf blowing down a house. She looked about her for a moment or two.
‘How, and where, will I land?’ She looked about her.
The ground looked hard. The cows in a field beside her looked lumpy.
‘What I need is a nice soft landing pad.’ Betty opened the door of the barn and
smiled. Hay, lots and lots of hay! ‘I’d prefer to land with a bounce instead of a thud!’ She said making a giant hay bed in the field.
Her next job was to climb the ladder into the hay loft. She looked from the barrow to the loft. It was a long way up. ‘Best have the suit on just in case I fall.’
Putting on the suit was hard. With a lot of wriggling and groaning, she managed it. Climbing the ladder was tricky. Her flapping wings kept getting in the way.
Standing on the upper floor of the barn Betty pushed open the upper door and looked out at the wide countryside before her. The sun, now awake and interested, was beaming down on her. The ground looked a long way down.
‘I’m not too sure about this,’ she whispered.
A gust of wind came hurtling in through the doorway. The wind was singing as it neatly collected Betty on its way out.
She was tumbling along. Betty was flapping her arms up and down at a terrible pace. She realized something important. It didn’t matter how fast she flapped her arms because it was the current of air, which was carrying her.
By now Betty was tired. Oh my, I need a rest, she thought. There was a huge roar beneath her. Looking down she saw a small airplane. I’ll take a lift on that, Betty thought and holding her wings by her side she dropped towards the plane.
Landing was a bit tricky and noisy as Betty kept shouting things like, “Mind my new wings you big galoot!” to all of the birds who came to watch. They were flapping about and getting in her way.
Finally there she was – sitting on the wing of the plane looking about her. I wonder where my house is? Another question popped into her head. ‘How do I get back?’
The pilot couldn’t understand why one side of the plane was dipping slightly. The co-pilot could as he spotted Betty land. He was trying to speak. His mouth didn’t work! He tried rubbing his eyes to make her disappear but it didn’t work. Betty was waving at him.
“There’s a granny sitting on our wing!” he spluttered.
The pilot chuckled, “What? A Granny on the wing, nonsense.”
But turning to look out of the window the pilot got a surprise. “Oh my.”
“What shall I do,?” the co-pilot asked.
“Ask her to buzz off, politely though, if she is like my own granny, we will be in trouble no matter what we say.”
He opened the window of the small plane and shouted in his most polite voice, “Excuse me. Would you mind, hopping off our wing and flying away?”
Betty stared at him. Was he stupid? she wondered. If she knew where to fly to then she would not be sitting on his plane. “Could you please tell me how to get to Ballytrickle?”
The pilot shouted back, “Two miles that way.”
“Thanks ever so much,” said Betty as she was sucked underneath the plane by a current of air. Turning towards the sun, which was hiding behind a cloud, Betty headed home. As she neared the barn she spotted a tiny toddler playing in his garden. She swooped down near him. He saw her coming and his mouth opened wide but no sound came from him. His toy car was made from plastic and very round. Instead of crashing on to its side, it wobbled for a bit. He started to cry!
“Sorry baby,” Betty said. The barn appeared before her. Seeing the giant bed of hay she aimed herself at it and closed her eyes. Landing was a very bouncy affair as she bounced from one part of it to another. She ran out of hay and rolled onto the ground. ‘Ouch!’ Betty sat up to look at the damage. The left-wing was in tatters but Betty was in one piece.
“I did it!” She said to a bewildered looking cow. Then she put her suit back into the barrow and headed for home.
Time for an extra-large brunch, Betty might fly like a bird but she won’t eat like one, she thought.
“Rashers, sausages, egg and tea all for little old me,” she sang, as she walked. This was followed by an extra long nap.
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