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Valerie
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Sep 08, 2014 06:13AM
tell me the purpose of the bobble, and unlock the secrets of
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If only I knew how to dance the legendary gypsy dance, I might be able to open up and share their secrets!
I performed my best imitation of the gypsy dance, which, to a passerby, might look like I was
riding a bucking tiger through a field of thumbtacks.
One of the gypsies notices my awkward dance but seems to admire my efforts. She slowly walks toward Alfred and I.
Shocked! I looked closely and realized that she was
I had to find a way to destroy that umbrella.
Maybe we could use the witch's thimble, if Alfred still had it in his pocket.
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The thimble was becoming a pool of molten metal before my eyes. Its silver liquid seemed to multiply, and soon there was a
But I now realised that destroying the umbrella was somewhat premature.
Especially since I knew of no other way to get home! And I was hungry!
The cheesy goodness was tempting, but instead I trusted my instinct and used a favourite old spell (taught to me by my mother) to
conjure up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for Alfred and I.
How will I ever find out the part he plays in all this?
Donning my super duper distance goggles, I was able to focus my gaze on the fountain in the square and Professor Schoneburger was
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the thunderstorm building ominously on the horizon behind him, although his attention was not on the storm, but on the handkerchief clutched tightly in his hands.
The handkerchief that had dried so many tears over these last months. Tears for the immense
Strain he had been under to get us all out of the
One strike of lightning could change the course of everything. If I was wearing the
floor length leather coat that he so loved then
He looked at me with such determination that
I remembered that there was a second thimble hidden in the
It was at this point that I realised I was out in the open air with an ominously significant storm almost on top of me with a metal thimble that would attract lightening! No sooner had I though this there was a loud crack directly over my head and as if it was being filmed in slow motion a bolt of lightning started heading down towards me....
Thank Goodness I was wearing my rubber boots...
Ah! But Alfred! Where was he?? Sometime in the turmoil I'd let go of his hand (probably to avoid the sticky sandwich goo). KABOOM!
The next thing I knew Alfred was no where to be found! My boots were overflowing with perspiration and the umbrella had completely collapsed! As for the thimble
it lay there glowing on the ground... with the witch standing protectively over it. With her long grey hair sizzling at the ends, and with a frown of displeasure, she
seized the thimble, mounted her bejewelled broom, grasped my hair and
But then I realised... not only had the witch disapeared - but I had also been displaced. I now found myself in a surreal landscape of alien trees that seemed to be growing upside down,and where
There was a herd of cows sitting on branches of a nearby apple trees in an orchard mooing mournfully. How odd I thought until I turned around and saw that there were some pigs...
polka dotted pigs with hints of wings. I was reminded of that old adage that states 'When pigs fly' and wondered whether they could actually fly, and if so, what a polka dotted flying pig might look like.
That I seem to have arrived in the Ning Ning Nang!
Drawing on my Ningningnangese, I asked a passerby for a
bucket, as I was getting thirsty and thought I might be able to milk a low-hanging cow.
The passerby was shocked to his core over the bucket request and fumbled around his belt. Hanging off the belt were three whistles - red, blue and yellow - he selected the red one and lifted it to his lips and gave an almighty whistle. I heard a rumble from the other side of the hill and as I wondered what might be causing the rumble I couldn't help wonder (as well) what the blue and yellow whistles did.
An enormous, red waxed, wheel of cheese heaved itself over the crest of the hill and bore down upon me!
Remembering my stint at the cheese rolling competitions last year I read the trajectory of the bowl and
Quickly grabbed two pieces of bread out of my back pack and slapped the big cheese wheel between them.To my utter shock the cheese wheel started to talk...was a bit muffled so I removed one of the bread slices fairly certain a cheese sand which wasn't in my immediate future..
And indeed, hidden under the cheese wheel, was the thimble. Luckily my teeth were still intact! I instinctively felt that the thimble had something to do with the blue whistle so I
Asked it, 'what was it you just said?'
"I said... Please don't eat me!" I was so surprised, I fell down flat on my bottom.
"Well, no of course not!" I couldn't very well eat something that was talking to me.
"Oh thankyou, thankyou! And in return, for your kind heart I offer you 3 magical wishes..."
I thought very hard, and then replied...
'Well, first I'd like Alfred to go back home! Then for my second wish
"Now thats just greedy!" the cheese chided, "and for being so greedy, you loose your second wish". I felt abashed, and so thought very carefully before making my last wish...
Okay. 'Please' I pleaded, ' send us home!'
