Italy

This is dedicated to Chris Hodge who wanted a story about my best holiday ever and to Chris Brown who wanted the best thing that had happened this week. Well, it was the best thing that happened that week.

Saturday 26th October 2013

Today I woke up to the beautiful weather of Italy shining in through the bedroom window of our temporary hotel. With my family and all our suitcases, we headed down the thirty-four steps to the breakfast room. We ate delicious croissants and drank Belgian hot chocolate. After breakfast we left for the airport to collect our hired car, which we used to drive to Tropea.

Our hotel in Tropea was amazing! It had a gym, a swimming pool and the most stunning of views. Plus it was almost entirely made out of shiny white marble. When we had finished looking at the hotel Mum and Dad realised that they had forgotten to return our room key (from the other hotel) to the owner. Though all was soon well for they phoned him up and he said that we could return it when we go back to the airport. We asked some nearby staff where the hotel’s private beach (‘beach number one’) was then headed off. Chiedza and I had a swim but mum and dad just lazed about on the deck chairs.

When we were feeling hungry we went into town and ate at a restaurant with mouth-watering food. When we returned, my sister and I had another swim, but in the swimming pool this time, for it was still relatively light. After that, we went to bed. An exciting activity awaited us tomorrow!

Sunday 27th October 2013

Today we got properly settled in, then went to ‘beach number two’ which was beautiful because of the clear water and how I could see many multi-coloured fish with my new snorkel. We played some beach games then moved on to ‘beach number three’. We were not pleased with this one; there was a lot of litter. Because of that disappointing flaw Chiedza and I voted to go back to the second one. Obviously mum and dad preferred the first one with deck chairs so, because we couldn’t decide, we just had lunch instead…

Monday 28th October 2013

When I woke up I was surprisingly starving but found out it was because I had ‘slept in’. Nobody else was in our room so I walked downstairs in my pyjamas to the table where my family were having breakfast. I stuffed myself with croissants, bacon, egg and pain au chocolat – not caring about the strange mix. Having taken ages to finish the luxurious breakfast we finally all headed down to beach ‘number four’. On the way we got a bit lost. Though we followed the correct co-ordinates we ended up up high in a sight seeing mountain. Making the most of our high up viewing point we looked at the beautiful view of the ocean before following it along to find our beach.

Inevitably Mum and Dad searched for two deck chairs and Chiedza and I went into the warm clear sea. It was especially good for me for I had a snorkel and so could see the wildlife. That wasn’t such a good thing for I spotted a slimy octopus and shouted out – a bit too loud for I only meant it for my sister – that everyone should get out! So I ruined everyone’s fun in the ocean, as they ran away screaming… Once we had finished in the water we went back up to the mountain where there was a snack bar. We all had a double ice-cream each and my flavour was Nocciola.

At about six o’clock we drove back into town and explored, searching for places to eat. Eventually, using my acute looking skills I spotted a nice looking restaurant down a small alley way.

Tuesday 29th October 2013

That morning we went to ‘beach number four’ again but were a bit disappointed for there were a lot of jellyfish. Local children started to notice as well and start catching them which was a bit mean but made me less scared to go in the water. They called the jellyfish ‘Medusa’ and so whenever they saw one they’d shout that word. After about an hour in the water my sister got bored so I went in with my mum. Unfortunately we were both soon out for I got stung by a jellyfish and mum’s finger got skewered by an urchin. For approximately an hour we hung around that beach just relaxing. Chiedza and I walked over to where the locals were catching jellyfish and counted that they had caught around a hundred!

Later on a man who owned a pedalo asked us whether we wanted to use it and so (since we had nothing better to do) we agreed. Some of the ride was fun because we could stick our hands in the water and all sorts of strange and pretty sea-creatures would come up to the surface. Because the water was so clear you could also see things like underwater mini-mountains and weird animals.

Because it was so delicious, we went to the same restaurant as the night before and I ate something called a chicken-on-a-brick. It was literally a block of really well cooked and flavoured chicken. Mum had some sort of fish risotto and Dad had a mixed fish dish with pasta that was mouth-wateringly, finger-lickingly, lip-smackingly and tantalisingly heavenly. Therefore, I asked him for half of his for an exchange of half of my chicken on-a brick. Fortunately he agreed and it was a great swap for he thought mine was mouth-wateringly, finger-lickingly, lip-smackingly and tantalisingly heavenly too. Chiedza just had a pizza with no tomato sauce, just cheese. It wasn’t that good…

Wednesday 30th October 2013

Today we were going to go to the amphitheatre in Sicily by ferry for a day. It was a very long journey to the port were we would board our ferry and on the way we went through twenty-six tunnels. In Sicily we drove to the car park near the theatre then walked the rest of the way through the tourist buzzing streets. There were so many beautiful souvenirs but  my choice of souvenir was ice-cream! The amphitheatre’s walls looked very broken because of its age. Inside we sat down and listened to someone tell us the history of Sicily, which would have been more interesting if it wasn’t in Italian!

Thursday 31st October 2013

On the way to our favourite beach our tyre got punctured from a hole in the road. Luckily, Mum and Dad managed to fix it. If they hadn’t (for it was a rented car) we would have had to pay for a pick up truck and to have it repaired. Chiedza and I had another enjoyable swim in the ocean where there were now no jellyfish. When we had finished we all went out for ice-cream in town where there were around fifty different flavours. Dad became obsessed with the word ‘Tartufo’ (which was a type of ice-cream) and wouldn’t stop saying it for the rest of the day…

I skipped out Friday again because we were on a plane. 🙂

I skipped out the plane because it was to good to write… I loved it because of how I spent the whole time watching films and when I wasn’t doing that I slept. 🙂

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Mr Misheard

This is dedicated to John, who asked for a story about a train driver. It is also dedicated to Simon and Thecla who asked for a story of school kids under a tree (which I sort of did). It is also dedicated to Chris Hodge who asked for a story of my best holiday ever (the Africa one).

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

Mr Misheard
Stayed in one place for a day
He would stay in a hotel or B&B
But never once have a play

The train driver
Who sat on a stall
Travelled to lots of places
Such as Greece and Nepal

He loved his job because
He got to see lots of new faces
Lots of new weather
And lots of new places

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

He chose to have no days off
Holidays or breaks
Though he hated his job, he had lots of great times
And so was never late

I know it sounds strange
I would love it
But he’s just a boring man
And a bit of a muppet

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very posh B&B
That was in Spain
He met the manager
Who was quite a pain

One day he asked
For breakfast a mushroom
Next thing he knew
He had a crushed-room!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very hot place
That was quite bland
He met a man who was deaf
For in his ears were gallons of sand

One day he asked
For a softer bed
Next thing he knew
He had to sleep on a sled

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

Under a tree
In Africa lay
A small school
Lying under the shade

One day he asked
For a coconut
And the next day, at five o’clock
He found he had been woken-up

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very cold place
Called the Arctic
He met a tribal leader
Who smelt very strongly of garlic

One day he asked
For some snow
But the tribal leader
Just in his face gave him a big blow!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very (I don’t know the weather) place
Called Japan
He met a boat owner
Who carried around many pans

One day he said
I’ve spotted a tsunami!
But he, instead of running away
Turned up with a slice of salami

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very hot place
Called North America
He met the owner the place he was staying
She was called Erica

One day he said
I’ve spotted a hurricane!
But Erica went away
Leaving Mr Misheard wondering why her mummy-came!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

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Mystery on the night train

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

It’s been happening for days now
Said an escapist of the train, mysterious and hectic
There’s no hope for them sir
Think again… for in front him was a detective

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

Every night at nine sir
It all starts at nine
The detective was in a daze, watching people board
For it was the culprit he tried to find

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

He’d been tracking it down for days now
Disguised as (for it was christmas) Santa with a hat
He knew that once he stepped onto the train
there’d be no turning back

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

Normal people, normal chairs
It looked as much like a regular train
Until he saw the Train Driver
That one guy was quite strange

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

He wore a black suit with a red tie
Which he looked like he couldn’t afford
And one other thing, he got around very fast
For unusually he carried a skate board

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

The detective sat dow on one of the seats
Then looked at his watch for the time
It was eight thirty, then he remembered what the escapist said,
Every night at nine…

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

He looked at his watch again
And readied for a fight
It would only be a few seconds now
And then the lights went out

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

The next thing he knew
Was that the person next to him was gone
Some were screaming, “Let me out!”
Most were just silent and tried to run

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

It took the passengers close to nine
To calm down their fear
And the detective just sat there
With a theory, listening with his ears

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

He heard rolling wheels
It was a skateboard
He had a feeling that it was him
Ever since he stepped aboard

There’s a mystery on the night train
Nobody knows who’s done it
Every night someone disappears
Who is it, who is it?

The Train Driver!

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Chloe the clay dance teacher (kids’ version)

This story is dedicated to 2-year-old Willow, who loves dancing and playdough.  Her mum Vicky asked for a bedtime story for her. This version is less grown-up than the last one, but probably still a bit too grown-up for Willow.  Maybe she can enjoy it in a few years’ time?

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Willow who loved to dance. She went to a dance club called Madam Tutu’s Dance Academy For Girls. In a week’s time, there would be a competition (where lots of people dance and if you dance well enough you would get a prize). She really liked it at her club but she wasn’t as good at dancing as the other girls, and she didn’t have anyone to help her practise at home!

On Tuesday, after her breakfast, Willow ran upstairs to her room and started playing with her favourite toy – play dough. She had made lots of things before: flowers, ice-cream, lollipops and even little girls like herself. And that, she decided, was what she was going to do today. She started with the hair, then the dress, and then the dancing shoes. When she was finished and was happy with it she gave her play dough girl a name – Chloe. She played with Chloe so it looked like she was dancing. Willow was having a great time, but she had to stop playing to go to her dance lessons…

After her lesson, Madam Tutu told the girls who had been chosen to go to the dancing competition to win the prize. Willow and Jess (her best friend) were hoping to go, and wished that the prize would be strawberry ice-cream (their favourite). Lots of people were chosen, including Jess, but Willow was sadly left out. She wouldn’t be going to get strawberry ice-cream after all.

When Willow got home, she ran upstairs and decided to give up. She heard a little voice saying, “Never give up!” It was Chloe!  Her play dough model had come to life! With Chloe’s help, Willow became a great dancer. The next time Willow went to her dance club everyone was really surprised and said that she was very good. Madam Tutu said she could come and watch the other girls dance at the competition!

A couple of days later, Willow and the other girls went to London for the dance competition. While Jess was practising, she hurt herself so badly that she couldn’t dance in the competition. Willow was sad about her friend, but she had to dance in her place. Just before she went on stage, Willow took Chloe out of her bag and told her that she was feeling scared. Chloe told her not to worry; “Don’t give up! You’re one of the best dancers here and you’re sure to win. I believe in you.” Willow felt better.  She went out and danced really well – so well that she won the competition! She got a medal, but there wasn’t any strawberry ice-cream.

 

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Chloe the clay dance teacher

This story is dedicated to 2-year-old Willow, who loves dancing and playdough.  Her mum Vicky asked for a bedtime story for her. This version is probably a bit too grown-up for Willow, so there will be a 2-year-old-friendly version coming soon…

There was once a little girl called Willow, whose dream was to be a professional dancer when she was older, and a very famous one at that. Her dance academy, Madam Tutu’s Dance School For Girls, was extremely well known and had a lot of famous history. The young dancer was lucky to be in this historical place, even if she was only a substitute. Each main dancer that was part of the team had a substitute. If a member of the team drops out in the last minute or gets injured, they would step in. Willow was the back up for a girl her age (9) who was absolutely incredible! She was called Jess.

Just like all the other main dancers’ families, Jess’ family were all professionals and great teachers. Jess was taught how to dance before she could speak. Willow had never had a teacher until she got lucky and managed to get in to Madam Tutu’s dance classes, which you would think should be enough. Though, if she wanted to get into the team and do what she loves in front of thousands of people, then she’d need a home trainer. This might seem easy to you: you just call them up and ask if they can come round and teach for an hour every day… But nobody seemed to want to teach her. What would you do if nobody could help you achieve your dreams? Would you give up or would you keep on trying…?

Once upon a Tuesday, Willow was in her room playing with her clay before dance lessons. In a week’s time there would be a National Dance Competition in London where dance academies would come and compete from all around England. Willow was determined to get into the team but still didn’t have a home teacher. Out of clay she had built one, and was shaping it so it did dance movements. She named it Chloe, the clay dance teacher. Having made it completely smooth, she was now satisfied and so picked up her dance bag. It was just as well, because she heard her mum calling from downstairs that they had to go now.  “Coming!” she called back, and sprinted to the front door, skipping two steps at a time.

It was a half an hour’s drive to the Dance Academy and about half way there, Willow’s mum said, “I’m sorry that we haven’t found a dance teacher for you yet.  Nobody seems to be free…” Willow just sighed and thought about her slim chances of getting into the team.  She would never become as good as the other dancers unless she had a home teacher.  Though she was training hard at home on her own, she didn’t have someone to show her new moves or tell her to carry on when she was tired.

An hour later, at the end of the dance lesson, all of the girls were sitting down in front of Madam Tutu.  Willow was sitting next to her best and only friend, Jess. She was anxiously waiting to find out who was in the team.  Could it be her?  Madam Tutu called out the members of the Nationals team, starting with the soloist; “Jess Carson!” Jess had a massive grin on her face and so did Willow, for she was very happy for her best friend.  Willow waited anxiously, hoping with all her heart that her name would be called out.  “Talulah Pepperwater, Penelope Pearce…” When it came to the end of the list, Willow was devastated, though she wasn’t that surprised.  After all, she was just a substitute.  On the way back home, she thought it a bit unfair, for all the other dancers had had home teachers pretty much all their life, but Willow had just had to practise alone.

After arriving back home, she ran up to her room and buried her face in her pillow.  When she finally got up she saw Chloe where she had left her, standing on her bedside table.  “You’re not going to help!” cried Willow.  I give up.  She stuck her face back in her pillow, but was quickly up again, for she heard a small squeaky voice.  She listened again, to see if her mind wasn’t playing tricks.  “Don’t give up!” she heard again.  She looked around her bedroom, searching for where the mysterious voice was coming from.  Looking at Chloe, though she thought it was crazy, she asked her, “are you speaking to me?”  Chloe nodded, and jumped down onto her bed.  Willow was so surprised that she quickly dived under her duvet. Chloe told her not to be afraid and to come out and start dancing. It looked like Willow had a teacher after all.

Gradually getting used to her moving and talking clay model, Willow started following Chloe’s instructions.  The first one was to do the standard stretches, which Willow followed.  The second was to repeat whatever she had been learning with Madam Tutu. Surprisingly, Willow completed this with ease.  She was already improving, after only an hour of dancing with her newfound teacher.  Usually she would forget the routine and have to ask the person next to her what to do, but in this lesson it was as if it was planted in her mind. Chloe next asked for Willow to do as many pirrouettes as she could, but on the last one she clumsily knocked over her bedside lamp. It made a loud crash, and her mum came running up to ask if she was OK.  Suddenly, Chloe froze again and was back to a normal clay model.

Willow trained with her new teacher every day until the competition. Over the days she got amazingly good. If she had been this good when the team was chosen she would have been the first one on the list. Chloe was very pleased at Willow’s progress and, surprisingly, so were all the girls at the Academy. Because she was now so good, Madam Tutu invited her to come with the team to London for the competition, as Jess’ understudy. Gladly, Willow accepted.

The next day, in London, the team were rehearsing on the competition stage when Jess’ pirouette went wrong. Her legs got tangled and she fell, thwacking her knee to the ground with a spine-shivering bump. Willow rushed to help her friend but the First Aiders asked her to stay back.  Still she tried to follow, but eventually realised it was for the best – they needed space to help Jess.  Jess was rushed to hospital in an ambulance before Willow could apologise for having jinxed her by wishing her luck in the traditional way; “Break a leg!”.  As Madam Tutu calmly walked over, Willow bit her lip anxiously. Inevitably, being Jess’ substitute, Willow was told that she would have to take her place.  “Really?  Me?  But I’m not good enough!”

“I’ve seen you in training over the past few days, and you’re as good as any girl in the team. Good luck!” encouraged Madam Tutu.

A few hours later, Willow’s team were in the final.  Backstage, they all cheered but were soon hushed, for all the audience could hear them. Their rivals, the Manchester Academy, went first.  Their soloist’s routine was flawless. Watching closely through the curtains, Willow worried about how she was possibly going to beat her.  Reaching into her dance bag, she brought out Chloe.  Checking there was no-one behind her, she said, “I don’t think I can do this.  I’m just going to let everyone down.”  In response, Chloe said, “Don’t give up! You’re one of the best dancers here and you’re sure to win. The worst you can do is come second, and that’s still amazing.  I believe in you.” Hearing her name announced, Willow quickly stuffed Chloe back in her bag, whispering “Thanks Chloe!” and bravely stepped on stage.

She took her position and went over everything she had learnt to put into the best and most important performance of her life. Her body seemed to know exactly what it was doing, as she glided elegantly to the music.  The next thing she knew, she was being applauded by everyone in the audience.  Even her teammates, who a couple of days ago thought she was awful, were cheering and whooping! Now joined by the other soloist, the judges announced the winner.  “The winner of the National Dance Competition 2016 is…” There was a drum roll, and Willow was hoping with all her fast beating heart that she would hear her name.  “From Madam Tutu’s Dance School For Girls: Willow Pascale!”

As the whole team was celebrating, Chloe smiled to herself from the depths of Willow’s dance bag, so proud of what she had achieved.

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Hansel and Gretel

This story is a sequel to: Golden girl VS Brown bears (it’s best to read that one first)

It had been seventy years since Goldilocks cursed the bears. Mother Bear and Father bear lived half human lives and died peacefully. Baby Bear (who became not such a baby) went on to have children, then grandchildren, but sadly died before he could see is great grandchildren. He passed down to all his descendants the story of his parents and how they must get revenge on the evil witch: Goldilocks. Goldilocks, having put a ‘spell of youth’ on herself stayed alive for a very long time. Over the years, she hunted down anyone who was related to the three bears, and destroyed them all. This is the story of one generation (Baby Bear’s great grandchildren: Hansel and Gretel) and how they believed in the great story of their ancestor’s feud with Goldilocks that their father had told them. They get kicked out of their home and into the woods where they find something very mysterious…

Once upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. They were descendants of the great and rich Mother Bear and Father Bear, but were not very great and rich themselves. His second wife (Hansel and Gretels’s despised stepmother) often treated them very badly. For example: shouting, forcing to work and ill-feeding. She was also forever nagging the woodcutter.

“There is not enough food in the house for us all. There are too many mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats,” she declared. She kept on trying to persuade her husband to abandon his children in the forest, but he would not let that happen for he loved them. One night while Hansel and Gretel ‘were in bed’, their evil stepmother and thoughtful father had a conversation about them, “You should take them miles from home, so far that they can never find their way back! Maybe someone will find them and help them. Maybe…” Declared the stepmother with an evil glint her eye. The poor woodcutter didn’t know what to do. Hansel who, that evening, had overheard his parents conversation, comforted Gretel who was crying for their stepmother was so evil that she could probably persuade their father to do it.

“Don’t worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we’ll find the way home,” he said. Slipping out of the house he filled his pockets with little white pebbles, then went back to bed hoping with all his heart that his father was strong enough to stand up to his disgusting wife.

All night long, the unfortunate woodcutter and his wife argued on and on until, in the morning, he led Hansel and Gretel away deep into the thick forest. But as they went into the depths of the trees, Hansel dropped a little white pebble here and there on the mossy green ground. At a certain point, the two children reached a small glade. Soon they found they really were alone for the woodcutter had plucked up enough courage to desert them, mumble an excuse and went back to his horrible life.

The night fell, the moon like a single-layer wedding cake in the sky but the woodcutter did not return. Gretel began to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks. Hansel felt scared too but he tried to hide his feelings and comfort his sister. Hansel told Gretel not to worry, even though he was very anxious that his stones wouldn’t show up. Luckily for them the moon was full that night and Hansel waited until its cold light seeped through the trees. Soon, his white stones – that he had collected beforehand – gleamed in the darkness: very bright but dull next to the moon. Hansel encouraged Gretel to get up and start walking. The children found their way home then crept through a half open window, without awakening their parents. Cold and exhausted but thankful to be home again, they quietly slipped into bed.

The next day, when their stepmother discovered that Hansel and Gretel had returned, she went into a rage. Inside, their father was bursting with happiness but had to hold in his joy. Holding in her feelings, but for another reason than her husband, she locked her bedroom door, then shouted at the poor man for failing to carry out her orders. The weak woodcutter protested, but was full of fear when it came to disobeying his cruel wife. The wicked stepmother kept Hansel and Gretel under lock and key all day with nothing for supper but a sip of water and some hard, stale bread. All night, husband and wife quarreled, and when it was morning, the woodcutter led the children out into the forest having lost the argument.

However Hansel had not eaten his bread, and as he walked through the trees, he left a trail of crumbs behind him to mark the way – just as he did before. But the small boy had forgotten about the hungry birds that lived in the forest. When they saw him, they flew along behind him and in no time, had eaten all the crumbs. Again, with a lame excuse, the woodcutter left his two children by themselves this time with no hope of finding their way back…

“I’m frightened!” wept Gretel bitterly. “I’m freezing and hungry and I want to go home!” Hansel tried to encourage his sister, but he too shivered when he glimpsed frightening shadows and menacing eyes around them in the darkness. Though they were just figments of his imagination, they felt very, very real. All night the two children huddled together for warmth at the foot of a large tree. Hansel told Gretel the story of their ancestors and the curse that an evil witch put on them to make them human. “It was foretold,” he said, “that two young children, descendants of the great Three Bears -”
“Just like us?” Interrupted Gretel.
“Just like us… Would defeat the witch and turn all their relatives back into bears. Though I doubt it would be us.” The curse only lasted for another week but they would hate for the next generation of their family to be cursed as well. They sat in awe that the two children foretold could be them; dreaming the rest of the night.

When it was light enough they started to wander about the forest seeking a path – but all hope soon faded. They were well and truly lost. They had been to these woods many a time but had never been further than twenty to thirty metres away from the house. On they walked and walked, until suddenly they came upon a strange cottage in the centre of a glade. They were a bit confused for the cottage looked very weird so ran up a bit closer to get a better look. “This is caramel!” gasped Hansel as he broke a large chunk of plaster from the wall. “And this is sweet white icing!” exclaimed Gretel, putting another piece of delicious wall in her mouth. Starving but delighted, the children began to eat pieces of candy broken off the cottage. They explored the whole of the outside finding treats: from cake to chocolate, liquorice to ice cream: heaven for small kids who had not eaten all day.

The two children had never tasted so much of something so delicious – let alone a house full! They were both incredibly happy that they had found something to eat and wanted to stay there forever.They were just about to try a piece of the biscuit door when it suddenly swung open. It only just narrowly missed Hansel’s face for it took him by surprise. A crafty looking old woman walked out of her sweet cottage. Her long, golden hair was a contrast to her ancient looking face. At first, Hansel and Gretel were terrified, and frankly a bit embarrassed, but when they saw a stick protruding out of her pocket: they thought she was just a friendly knitting granny. They thought wrong, very wrong…

The old, mysterious lady lead them into her house and shut the door firmly behind them. “Are you related to the three bears by any chance?” The two children nodded, not paying much attention to the strange and accurate question for they were still stuffing themselves with sweets. The old lady smiled and suddenly shoved Hansel into a peculiarly large sized cage. Grabbing Gretel firmly by the arm she spat,”You’re nothing but skin and bones! I shall fatten you up and eat you! As for you little girl you can do the housework, then I’ll eat you both after renewing the curse that I placed on your ancestors!” she looked at the kid’s facial expressions of realisation of who she was, “And yes! I am Goldilocks!”

Hansel (for Gretel was being forced to clean because she was under a spell) asked her why she was doing this. She answered, “One, because I must curse someone else related to the three bears so that the curse doesn’t break. Two, because I’m hungry!” After about an hour of really hard work Gretel felt that she could now move to her own will. She took a bit of melting ice-cream from the window ledge and smeared it over Goldilocks’s spectacles that lay next to her sleeping body. Gretel did this because she knew Goldilocks’s eyesight was bad, so if she could make it even a little bit worse she could move around undetected. Hansel just stayed extremely quiet so as not to wake her up for when he moved his cage it would rattle.

It was now dark outside and Goldilocks had finally woken up. She put on her spectacles, not suspectacling a thing, and called, “What did you nasty little children do to my glasses?” Hansel answered, “Nothing?” She let this pass and now spoke to Gretel, “Are you still working!?” Gretel answered with a ‘yes’ though she obviously wasn’t.  “Let me feel your finger!” said the witch to Hansel every day to check if he was getting any fatter. Now, Gretel had brought her brother a chicken bone, and when the witch went to touch his finger, Hansel held out the bone instead.

The two kids had now been at the house for seven days during which the daily routine would be: Goldilocks wakes up, Gretel pretends to still be working under her spell, and Hansel sits, cramped in his cage. ‘Now why can’t Gretel just open the door and let Hansel out while Goldilocks is asleep?’ I hear you ask. Well, that is because only the witch has the key and it’s invisible to non-magic users. One day Hansel got checked to see whether he was fat enough. “You’re still much too thin!” she complained. When will you become plump?” One day Goldilocks grew tired of waiting.
“Light the oven!” she told Gretel. “We’re going to have a tasty roasted boy today! Then we’ll re-enact the curse! ” A little later, hungry and impatient, she went on, “Run and see if the oven is hot enough.” Gretel returned, whimpering, “I can’t tell if it is hot enough or not.” But really it was as hot as the sun sunbathing in Death Valley. Angrily, the witch screamed at the little girl, “Useless child! I’ll see for myself.” But when Goldilocks bent down to peer inside the oven to check the heat, Gretel gave her a tremendous push and slammed the oven door shut. The witch had been killed. “Ding dong the witch is dead!” sang Hansel and Gretel. If only their name’s were Dorothy and Toto…

Gretel ran to set her brother free (now able to because the witch was dead and so the previously invisible key appeared on the chocolate counter nearby). They made quite sure that the oven door was tightly shut behind the witch. Also, just to be on the safe side, they fastened it firmly with a large padlock then hid the key where they Goldilocks would never find it. They were feeling extremely hungry so they stuffed themselves with all sorts of delicious things like: door, window, carpet, bed and even sink. Soon after, they discovered, amongst the witch’s belongings, a huge chocolate egg. Inside lay a mountain of shiny, valuable gold coins. “This would be great for dad! We could also kick our evil stepmother out!” exclaimed Hansel. They headed back home, knowing the way because of the sound of trees being cut. But what they completely missed was: their impeccable hearing and furry ears.

From about fifty metres away from their house, they saw the outline of a much larger shape than their dad cutting wood. As they came closer they realised that it was actually a bear! Their dad was a bear and so were they! The curse had been broken. They all immediately kicked their wicked stepmother out (never to return) roaring scarily in her face. The three bears lived happily ever after in luxury.

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Brown Bears VS Golden Girl

This story is a sequel to:  Goldilocks and the three bears (it’s best to read that one first)

The day before, a little girl called Goldilocks broke into the three bears’ house and broke a lot of baby bear’s things. Determined to get her back, the three bears are going to attack her, but little do they know,  that she’d be ready for them…

It was the day after the break in and Goldilocks was preparing for the inevitable attack. She thought back to when she got chased out of the three bears’ house, “I mean,” she said to herself, “it just doesn’t make sense! They didn’t have to chase me out like angry bears! A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do to get cool on a hot summer day. But the last escape was unbelievable…!” She was lost in wonder of how she had done it. She had never ever pulled off a stunt like that – not even the greatest magicians had. It was considered the hardest spell in all of Magic – and she had done it. She went off the subject of her teleportation and started thinking about what she would do to protect herself from the bears… “Well, I couldn’t beat them with my brain and tools so…magic.” She had her plan. She would beat them with magic. She lived alone, for her parents had died, and was very poor with only a small cottage left to her in her dad’s will. Though she wasn’t going to let that stop her from protecting herself and her remaining possessions.  The bears also wouldn’t be ready for full scale war in just a couple of days so she had lots of time to start practising…

Meanwhile, the bears were thinking up all of humans’ weaknesses. They managed to come up with: funny bone, ear lobes and hair. Pretty useless. Though they had been living with humans for thirty years now, they still didn’t really get them, though with some help they could do. They went to their best friend Johnny who sold salmon and honey around the corner (no wonder he’s their best friend). He was a very wise human so told them the answer in a riddle: ‘their weakness is their strength’. Mother bear asked for more information but none came, for wise people are always mysterious. They knew they couldn’t come up with any other ideas so decided to just think about it and try their best to find the meaning. They weren’t going very well, but Goldilocks was being very successful.

She had bought every magic book from the area and added it to the ones she already had in her house. ‘How did she afford to buy all of those books?’ I hear you ask. Remember, a magician never reveals their secrets. She started training extremely hard with only a few breaks a day. Her goal was to perfect every spell in the books so she could return anything fired at her. She was doing unbelievably well, and was now so powerful that she could win the Internationals at ease. She had even mastered teleportation. Now she had learned so many different spells and had a lot to choose from, she had to decide which she would use to beat the bears.  A brilliant idea popped into her mind.  She would use a shape-shifting spell.  They would be pretty useless if they weren’t big strong bears.

The three bears were all sitting down on their sofa, still trying to figure out the answer m the wise man’s riddle.  “Hmmm…’their weakness is their strength'” thought Mother Bear.  “I have it!” exclaimed Baby Bear, “their strength is their weakness.  Her strength is her magic, so if we take away her wand then we could beat her!”  They started working on a plan of how they would take her wand away from her.  “It will be very hard even to get close. She must be more powerful than she was last time,” Father Bear pointed out.  After a few hours they had the solution.  Mother Bear and Father Bear would sneak up to her cottage and pounce on her, using their weight and strength to overpower her before she could even pull out her wand.  Baby Bear thought for a second, “But what about me?  You didn’t include me in that plan.”

“It would be too dangerous for you dear, you would never come out alright.  Plus, we wouldn’t want any more of your things to get broken, would we?” replied Mother Bear.  “I suppose so,” sighed Baby Bear.  He really thought he could help, and was also very worried that something would happen to his parents.  But they had a point.  “OK, I’ll just go into the woods and chase my favourite raccoon.”  Mother Bear and Father Bear took a last look at their house and set out for revenge.

On the other side of town, Goldilocks was in her cottage in the woods making final preparations. She placed bear traps surrounding her small glade. She memorised her shape-shifting spell from her books and walked outside.  There, on each side of the door were the two bears, unseen by the young witch, looking menacing as ever.  She stood outside her door and looked out into the distance and searched for the bears in the woods. Suddenly, they quickly jumped at her from either side, but she was quicker.  She dived out of the way, away from the house.  She was surprised that they had evaded her traps so easily, but quickly pulled it together and drew out her wand.  The bears tried again to pounce at her, but before they could make contact, Goldilocks pointed her wand and chanted, “Abracadabra, animals from the zoo lands, turn these bears into humans!” She had cursed them! Now all their descendants will be human (including Baby Bear)

There was a loud crack like lightning, that could be heard from miles away. It was even heard by Baby Bear, who chasing his favourite raccoon in the nearby woods.  Curious, Baby Bear ran over to where the sound was coming from.  He didn’t realise that he was near Goldilocks’ cottage until he saw a blinding light coming from it.  Goldilocks walked back into her small cottage, satisfied with a job well done.  They wouldn’t be bothering her now, because they would now stand even less of a chance than they would have when they were bears.  Baby Bear sprinted over to where two humans lay and helped them up.  After a few seconds, he realised they were his parents, for he recognised the red tie that his dad wore and the cooking apron that his mum was so passionate about. A few moments later there was another blinding light and Baby Bear was human as well.  All three of them were bursting to get revenge, but knew they would be completely useless now they were weak humans.  Sadly, they walked back to their skyscraper home and had a swim in the pool to vent their anger.

A few days later, Baby Bear, excited, asked whether his parents would go back and try to beat Goldilocks again.  They said to him that they had given up now, and wouldn’t stand any chance.  He asked them several times more, but they had made their minds up.  But Baby Bear still wasn’t satisfied.  He was determined to get revenge.

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