When I was growing up both my Dad and Grandad used to write me wonderful stories which they would read to me. Whenever we visited Nana and Grandad I would love hopping into their bed in the morning to hear Grandad’s latest tale. He’d even send me tape cassettes (this was the 90s remember) with stories recorded on them so I wouldn’t go too long without. My favourite stories were about a boy called Peter Edward North (his friend’s called him Pen!).
I love writing stories myself (whenever I get the time!) and i’m so excited to write stories for own little baba. I hope that she gets my love of books because stories can take you anywhere, they introduce you to a whole world of magic.
This is a story I wrote a few years ago for Josh, Jess and Joe. It’s called Charlie and the Silver Bell.
N.B creative license was used here because Charlie never has and never will be a hunter!
Charlie and The Silver Bell
Charlie loved to catch her owner’s gifts, and leave them at their door.
Birds and Mice, Toads and Frogs she always wanted more.
She loved her owners very much, and wanted them to see
That no other cat would ever love them quite as much as she.
Her owners, on the other hand, were not such a happy pair,
When they saw the little presents they would often just despair!
They talked and talked, and thought and thought, of a way to make them stop.
“Ah ha! At last!” cried Jack, “I have the perfect plot!”
He rushed out and bought a collar with a shiny silver bell,
And they hung it round Charlie’s neck where it would jingle jangle.
“Brilliant!” cheered Carrie, “Now the gifts will cease,
And thanks to you, my smart smart man, the critters will be at peace!”
Charlie loved her silver bell, it filled her heart with glee
To think her owners loved their gifts so much they’d bought a special one for she.
She vowed to work extra hard, to catch them even more
She’d begin right away to leave some at their door.
But try as she might, for days and days, Charlie had no luck.
She tried mice and birds, toads and frogs she even tried a duck!
She knew the animals were mocking her, they laughed from all around
But whenever she tried to stalk her prey they always found her out.
Now a Magpie in the garden, had been watching poor Charlie
He had seen the sparkling silver bell as he sat upon his tree.
“Cat!” he squawked from on his post, “I know the reason why
You cannot catch a single thing, no matter how you try!”
“That silver bell upon your neck is making quite a din,
And while you’re wearing it you will not catch a thing!
Now I propose a deal with you, I’ll peck the bell right free
But you must make a promise not to try to pounce on me!”
Charlie sat and pondered, could the magpie’s words be true?
She loved her shiny silver bell but she loved her owners too.
“Ok Magpie” she meowed, “I’ll accept your deal today,
You can take the silver bell, and I’ll let you fly away”.
The Magpie hopped down from the tree, and pecked with his long beak
And the shiny silver bell came off with just a tweak.
Now Charlie, who was just a cat, decided to be sly
And with a wriggle of her bum she leapt on the magpie!
The Magpie squawked and flapped his wings and feathers flew around
And the shiny silver bell bounced upon the ground.
The Magpie escaped her paws, and left the garden quick.
And Charlie was left alone once more with a few wounds to lick!
“Oh Charlie look!” said Jack that night, “I found your shiny bell
It was lying in the garden, I nearly couldn’t tell!”
He clipped it back around her neck and gave little a smile
“There you go Charlie dear, no more hunting for a while”.
Now to this day poor Charlie still has that shiny bell,
And no one else will help her after the Magpie did tell
Of how she broke her promise, and tried to pounce on him,
And how she can’t be trusted with hide or hair or limb.
But Charlie’s owners are happy now when they open up their door
Because there are never any presents sitting on the floor.
And the animals in the garden no longer live in fear
Because when Charlie is coming, they can always hear!