okey dokey man

One day okey dokey man with me to a trip to pluto. We had a lot of fun. We saw another planet. Then, the okey dokey man began to fly to it. I started to fly to it also. Then we went to ICS. We stopped at the moon first. Once we got to ICS we were famous because we had landed on the part of the moon with the mice on, and they has not eaten me and the okey dokey man. I was very happy. I had a fun time with the okey dokey man.

jeremiah in the dark wood

Jeremiah stepped onto the bridge and saw at once that it was occupied. There, sitting on the hand rails, with its feet dangling over the side, was a young frog. This frog had a tiny crown on its head and was holding a fishing rod out over the water. Jeremiah approached the frog.

'My name is Jeremiah Obadiah Jackanory Jones!', he said. 'So what?' said the frog. 'My name is Roy Fort Castle Hitlar the Second of November 1996 Jinks. I am looking for the no good robber that has stolen my aunty's tarts', he continued.

'Don't look at me' said the frog, so Jeremiah went on his way.

my parents always win the arguments

When i get up in the morning I choose what to wear. But, one day, my mother chose what I wore. My worst dress my worst socks, and a hat! Thank goodness it was Sunday. No school. I said I wasn't going to wear them. I had to wear them or no dinner. I don't like spaghetti with tomato sauce on. I have to eat it because I get no pocket money. I can't have a friend round if I don't go to school. I can't have a biscuit for break if I don't have a drink. I can't have pocket money if I don't clear the table every day.

the story

There once was a little girl, that lived in the forest, where the little black-berries grew. That's what she lived on. She was my best friend. My secret friend. I loved her character. Once, she invited me round to her little tree house . I told mum I was going to the films with Jenny, my school friend. She let me go, so I went to my forest friend's house. I never knew her name. I just called her my forest friend. I walked through the forest. I saw a little den like thing in the middle of the dark. There was a hole in the trees, where light shone through. In the middle, there was, a deer, either dead, or sleeping. I stroked its fur.

"Come on" said a voice, like a sweet little bird. I turned, and saw my forest friend.

"Come on. I've picked some black-berries!"

I got up and went to her tree-house. She gave me a seat, and sat down herself.

"I saw a dark hole in the ground, yesterday" she said, "It had round pearls in it. I thought it was gold. I only saw a glimpse of it. Any-way, it looked really nice! I wonder who it belongs to?"

The next day, I went into the forest, and found the deer with the crown! I told my forest friend, and she was delighted. "You've stroked the Deer of Life!"


I slept in my bed last night, thinking about the deer. I felt like going mad. I jumped out of bed, and ran to my forest friend. "Hey" I shouted, "You know that deer? Well where is it? Tell me! Please!"

"Oh. I don't know. I think she went to another place."

"Where is the other place?" I asked.

"It is the secret place in the woods! I have been there, and it was very fun!"

"Oh", I said, "I have to go".

the mud fairy

The Mud Fairy stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, in human measurements. She had long, shiny brown hair – brown like the chestnuts on a chestnut tree after they come out of their green suits. Sometimes, she let it all hang down around her shoulders and it got a bit scraggely – probably from all the tromping round fields and climbing up trees that she did. Sometimes she tied it round with a long piece of green meadow grass, but there were always little stragglers that worked themselves loose of the grass and fell down around her deep brown eyes and high, dark cheekbones.

The Mud Fairy did wear fairy clothes, they just got a bit higgledy piggeldy from all the scaling ladders and schlomping through boggy meadows that she did. She had light, floaty cloth clothes that hung off her slender shoulders and fairy like hips. Her fairy skirt was raggedy and torn, so she wore some black cotton trousers underneath to keep her warm on those chilly forest evenings. She had found them somewhere – she never could quite remember where, when people asked her – but whoever had left the trousers in this unremembered place had been either a bit shorter than the Mud Fairy (with shorter legs) or a lot taller than the Mud Fairy (and was wearing shorts). Personally I think that some children noticed how the Mud Fairy looked less like a delicate little fairy and more like a scarecrow, and decided to leave some spare clothes for her at the edge of the woods for her to find.

And because fairies don't know about stealing (everything in the forest belongs to everyone in the forest – which is why they all look after it so well) she will have just seen them, looked this way and that, and put them on. This was also the probably the way she found her thick black stompy leather boots, too. She needed those because of her poor little muddy fairy feet, muddy from all the squelching around in ponds and sneaking through farmers' yards that she did. She never really got to grips with tying laces in a bow, though, and sometimes – not always – would trip up and fall over, landing with her too short shorts, thin little legs and clumpy bumpy boots all waggling in the air like a pair of ice-cream lolly sticks upside down.

I haven't really explained why the Mud Fairy looks like a scarecrow, or why she is called the Mud Fairy. I suppose I should explain, so I will.

While most fairies are out and about sprinkling magic dust to make the flowers grow, the Mud Fairy roots around the meadows and fields looking for mushrooms. While most well-behaved fairies are sewing their intricate dresses and combing their delicate blond hair, the Mud Fairy can be found leaping across water-lillies after new-born frogs. And while most well-brought-up fairies are lazily looking at their luscious reflections in the stream, the Mud Fairy is usually covered top to toe in earth, leaves, and most of all, mud.

The Mud Fairy loved mud. All the other fairies thought it was horrid, cold, and hated it; but the Mud Fairy loved the feel of it between her fingers as it went gloop, or the smell of it on the forest's leafy floor, or the warmth of it on a chilly forest evening. To the Mud Fairy, mud was everything, and she loved it. It brought the world alive to her, all the sounds and smells and tastes and creatures that she met. She loved it to pieces. And, somehow, it seemed to love her, because it always found her, wherever she was. Even after one of the rare occasions that she had to have a bath. Mud allowed her to leap higher, run further, dance longer and sing louder than any other fairy that ever lived.

coming soon... chapter 2, the mud fairy's hat

my drink

It was early in the morning. I put my drink in my flask for break. It looked normal then to me then, but when it was snack time, it said to me "knock knock". I said "Who's there?".
"Orange".
"Orange who?"
"Orange you glad there's lots of me to drink! Don't drink me!I want to go down the sink and have adventures!"
"Ok" I said, and put it down the sink. Miss Muller said, "Rebecca! What are you doing! Pouring your drink down the sink!"
I said "I don't feel well Miss."
"Ok", she said, "Go and phone your mother, and tell her that you need to go home. I don't want people that are sick in my class." I called my mother to take me home. She offered me a drink of orange juice. I said, "No thanks."