Feeling the January lull and decided to post something different on the basis that a change is as good as a rest. Going through some writing I did a while back and I came across a kid’s story I wrote so I’m putting it in the public domain in four parts.
Read on………..
JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – Part one
Once upon a Sunday morning Jenny aged 9 was watching her Mom cooking.
“What’s that awful smell?” said Jenny.
“That’s lunch”, replied her Mom, “It’s cabbage”.
“I hate cabbage!” groaned Jenny.
“If you don’t like it, there’s plenty of bread and cheese” her Mom said. “Greens are good for you! They’ll make your hair curl”
“I don’t want curly hair and I don’t want cabbage” snapped Jenny
When she got angry her ears turned bright red.
Jenny went out into the front garden to play. It had been raining so it was very muddy. Jenny liked jumping in puddles and getting as dirty as possible. She was always being told off for coming home all grubby but she liked playing with nature. She liked picking up stones and watching all the creepy crawlies scurrying in all directions. Unless they were horrible pink worms of course. Worms couldn’t run because they had no legs. They just slithered or else disappeared back into the ground. Jenny liked frogs but her Mom said Jenny should only play with clean nature like leaves that have just fallen out of the tree or stones that have been washed.
In the house next to Jenny there lived a grumpy old man called Mr. Stoat. He lived on his own and only ever went out to buy the newspaper. The only time he spoke was to complain and he always waved his stick at the children if they got in his way. He always wore a dusty grey overcoat and a red and yellow checked cap, even when it was very hot. Jenny liked to spy on him when he walked to the paper shop. That particular Sunday she shouted “Good morning” when he came out of his green front door. When he opened the door there was a smell that was worse than cabbage. Jenny wondered what was in his house to make it smell so bad.
Mr Stoat didn’t say ‘Good Morning’ back. He just grunted and carried on walking.
Jenny was still in the front garden when Mr. Stoat came home. He was carrying a big bundle of newspapers and vegetables. “Hello again” said Jenny. Mr. Stoat glared at her and pointed his brown stick. “Are you still here?”
“Yes I am” said Jenny
He said “You’re a nosey parker, that’s what you are.” Then he turned his back on her and went into his house. He slammed the door loudly behind him. Jenny thought his ears looked a bit red.
Jenny remembered to take her boots off when she went back indoors but her Mom still shouted at her. “Just look at the state of you” she cried “Straight into the bath”.
TO BE CONTINUED …………..
