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JENNY’S SINGING NOSE CONCLUDED

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January 17, 2013

JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – Final part

PART FOUR : THE STORY SO FAR : Not only does Jenny’s nose force her to smell bad things like cabbage and soap, it’s now started singing after a bee bit it. How was she going to get through the school day?

At lunchtime in the school canteen the nose began singing again. Only this time it didn’t sound like Jenny at all. It was like one of Dad’s funny opera records where the singers are all very fat and have voices that can break windows. At first she couldn’t understand what the nose was singing, then she knew it must be Italian because that was the language of opera.

Sono un vesperino
La la la dee dee dee
Non puoi prendermi
feedle deedle dee

Fa un buzz qua
Fa un buzz qui
Mi fa buzzare
Ovunqueeeeee!

When the song reached the highest note several glasses in the school canteen broke into tiny pieces and Miss Stew the cook screamed.

Jenny had to see the Miss Cane the headmistress. “Why did you sing so high and break the glasses” she asked.
Jenny told her that a bee had stung her nose and that now she had a singing nose.
Miss Cane looked very angry. “Don’t try to be clever! I’ve got my eyes on you. If it happens again you’ll be in big trouble”

Jenny just wanted to go home and hide in her bed until her nose got better. But in the afternoon there was gym. Mr Stretch made them jump up and down and throw balls at each other. Then he told Jenny to walk along a thin piece of wood. As she was trying to balance, the nose sang again this time the singing was like the very loud music that rough boys like. In fact, this time you couldn’t even hear all of the words.

AAAAAAAAArm a leeeeetlebee
Lalaladeedee
*****************CATCH meeeee
fiddiddledee

AAAAAAAAArm a buzzzzzzzzing here
BUZZZZZZZZINGTHERE!!!
***************
EVRRRRREeeeeewhere!

Mr Stretch and all the boys and girls in her class put their hands over their ears and closed their eyes until it stopped. Miss Cane came running into the room. Her face and ears were very red.

Mom and Dad didn’t believe the story of the bee either.
“You can’t get out of going to school that easily” her Dad said.

Jenny had to go to bed without watching her favourite cartoon on television. The next day was a Saturday but she wasn’t allowed to play outside. She had to do loads of homework instead. She was very sad.

In her room she took off the bandage from her nose. When she did out flew a tiny bumble bee. It flew around the room three times singing the song in a happy voice

I’m a little bee
La la la dee dee
But you can’t catch me
fiddle diddle dee

I’m buzzing here
I’m buzzing there
I’m busy buzzing
Everywhere!

Then it flew out the window.

Jenny’s nose was back to normal.

From that day on Jenny never dared say noses were useless.

She always played with clean nature and she never spied on Mr Stoat or ate peaches ever again.

But she still hated cabbage!

THE END

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JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – PART THREE

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January 16, 2013

JENNY’S SINGING NOSE

PART THREE OF FOUR – The story so far : Jenny’s nose is getting to be a nuisance. It means she smells nasty things like cooked cabbage and strawberry soap. She’s been called a nosey parker and to cap it all a bee has bitten her right on the nose. Surely things couldn’t get worse.

The next morning, when Jenny woke she could hear someone humming. She sat up in bed and listened hard to try to work out where the sound was coming from . It was very close by as though there was somebody in the room with her.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her teeth. In the bathroom mirror the plaster on her nose made her look like a circus clown. The humming had followed her into the bathroom. It was not a proper tune. It was as if someone was trying to remember how a song went. It now seemed very loud.

It was then that she realised that the sound was coming from her nose! Hmmmmm Hmmmmmmm Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!
This is just too silly for words, she thought. Whoever heard of a humming nose.

At breakfast the humming changed to LA- LA – LAs.
La – la – La – la – la…….. it went.
“You sound happy this morning” said Mom.
Jenny scowled. “It’s not me – it’s this stupid nose” she said. “Oh, I see” said Mommy, but she wasn’t really listening because she was busy getting ready for work. The pet dog, Samson, began to howl and Gob the goldfish hid behind a stone.

Then the nose started DEE-DEE-DEEing
Dee – dee – dee – dee – dee, it sang.

Then it was time to cycle to school. “Have a good day, sweetie” said her Mom.

When Jenny got to school she was relieved to find that the nose had stopped humming and la-la-la-ing and dee-dee-dee-ing.

When her best friend Becky saw Jenny she said:
“Crumbs, what happened to your nose.”
“A bee flew out of a peach and bit it” said Jenny.
She decided not to say anything about the humming.

Some silly boys in her class laughed at her when there saw her but Mark who was always nice to her said he was sorry she’d hurt her nose.

In biology their teacher, Miss Brightly, had decided to make insects the topic of the day. She asked everyone to draw their favourite insect. Jenny drew a ladybird and Becky drew a spider. She was glad no-one drew a bee.

In the music lesson Jenny was just starting to feel better when her nose started to sing.

I’m a little bee
La la la dee dee
But you can’t catch me
fiddle diddle dee

I’m buzzing here
I’m buzzing there
I’m busy buzzing
Everywhere!

Everybody looked at Jenny who turned as red as a beetroot.
“That’s a funny song, Jenny. Where did you learn it?” asked Miss Cleff”.
“Erm….it wasn’t me singing, Miss”, replied Jenny.
“Don’t be shy now Jenny – can you sing it again?” said Miss Cleff.
Jenny said no, went even redder and asked if she could go to the toilet.
As she was walking to the door, the nose sang the song again – even louder than before. And because the nose’s voice was just like Jenny’s everyone thought it was her singing.
They all laughed.

TO BE CONCLUDED……..

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JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – PART TWO

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January 15, 2013

JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – Part two of four

THE STORY SO FAR : Jenny loathes cabbage and loves mud. She has keen sense of smell and has been called a nosey parker by her grumpy neighbour Mr Stoat. What was it with noses?   Read on …………

Jenny had to wash behind her ears and make sure there wasn’t a line around her neck. She even had to wash her hair. It was just too terrible for words. Jenny hated the smell of soap and shampoo almost as much as she hated the smell of cabbage. Her Mom said it was strawberry flavour. Jenny knew that the soap and shampoo were not made of real strawberries. Even if they were it wasn’t much use because you couldn’t eat them. “You’ll smell really nice afterwards” said her Mom. “I don’t want to smell nice.” said Jenny. She could feel her ears changing colour.

“If you smell nasty no-one will want to play with you” said her Mom.
“Then I’ll play on my own” said Jenny.

Jenny remembered what Mr. Stoat had said. “What’s a nosey parker Mommy?”
“A nosey parker is someone who always wants to know what other people are doing, even if the other people don’t want them to know”
This sounded very complicated but Jenny knew that it was not a nice name to call someone.
“Mr Stoat is horrible. Tell him to go and live somewhere else” she said.
“What’s wrong with poor Mr Stoat” said her Mom. “He’s just a lonely old man”.

Jenny decided that her nose was more trouble than it was worth. It wasn’t as if it was essential or anything. Even without a nose she would still be able to breathe perfectly well through her mouth. If she didn’t have a nose she wouldn’t have to smell the cabbage or soap or get called nasty names by Mr Stoat.

The next day, Jenny had just finished eating her cabbage and was feeling quite sick. Her Mom and Dad told her she was a good girl and that she’d grow up with lovely curly hair. That made her feel even worse. Then Dad said he had a treat to make her feel better. It was her favourite pudding of fresh peaches and vanilla ice cream. But as Jenny cut into the peach out flew a big round striped bumble bee and stung Jenny’s nose. Jenny screamed and the bee flew off before her Dad could catch it. Mommy washed Jenny’s nose with cold water but it immediately started to swell up.

Daddy telephoned Doctor Twine who said he would come over as soon as he’d finished playing golf. By the time he arrived Jenny’s nose was twice the size it was before the bee sting.

At first Jenny was worried because Doctor Twine looked shocked, then she remembered that he always looked like this. This was because he had enormous bushy eyebrows that Jenny thought looked like two hairy caterpillars. He always seemed out of breath as if he’d just been running for a bus. This time he also shook his head a lot.

After examining Jenny, he sighed and said, to no-one in particular, that he’d never seen a nose like it. He took another breath and told her Mom and Dad to wash the nose thoroughly and then to cover it with a large plaster. “If there’s no change in a week call me again” he declared and with that he picked up his golf clubs and left, puffing loudly.

Jenny cried when they put on the bandage. Her nose did not hurt but she was thinking what her friends would say when they saw her at school the next day. She wanted to stay at home but her Mom said she wasn’t sick so she had to go.
“Why didn’t the stupid insect sting my little toe instead. It just had to be my nose where everyone can see”.
It made her more sure than ever that noses were ridiculous inventions.

TO BE CONTINUED……

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JENNY’S SINGING NOSE – A STORY IN FOUR PARTS : PART ONE

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January 14, 2013

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 …………..

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