ONCE UPON A TIME...
A story for Children.
Once upon a time the moon didn’t shine at night. The stars did not twinkle in the sky. The sun did not come out in the day. The clouds were all black and flat. The earth creaked and squeaked as it spun, slowly, almost stopping. Worst of all the birds refused to sing.
“Don’t worry” said Grandad, “Leave it to me. I’ll fix it. Everything will be alright.”
He took his extra long, extended ladder and a few supplies, tools and a duster. He leaned his ladder against a huge oak tree and started to climb the very, very, very long ladder, high into the sky.
He climbed past the tree tops. He climbed past the flying birds. He climbed past the aeroplanes flying to their holidays. He climbed through the clouds past the moon. He climbed past the rockets and satellites. Past the Sun. He kept his head down so he did not bang it on the planets. He climbed beyond the stars to the black velvet sky backcloth.
There were a few little holes in the worn out sky. He took out his needle and thread and patched the black sky.
Next he inspected the stars. He flicked each one with his multicoloured feather duster to remove the dust and he replaced the battery in every star. Soon they were all twinkling again in the black sky.
Climbing down his ladder he reached the sun. There he cleaned all the ash from the sun and used some firelighters to start a new fire and stoked it up. Soon the sun was burning bright again.
Very quickly, because the sun was getting very hot he climbed down to the moon. He swept all the dirt and cobwebs from the moon and replaced the broken light bulb in the lamp. The moon shone so brightly in the sky again.
Grandad stopped and had a well deserved cup of tea in the light of the silvery moon, before he proceeded. At the earth’s axis he gave two squirts of oil from his oil can at the North Pole and then at the South Pole. That was all that was needed to stop the squeaking and make the earth spin freely.
Next, he pumped up the clouds with a cloud pump and fluffed them up like a cushion. The clouds, became all bouncy, fluffy and white again.
On his downward journey he spotted an old rainbow that was faded and grey because it had lost all its colours. Carefully taking his paints out along with his paint brushes he gave the rainbow back its colours: red, orange, yellow, green, indigo and violet.
He climbed past the tree tops which took him finally back to earth.
The sun was shinning warm and bright again. The huge white cotton wool clouds scudded across the sky. A colourful rainbow appeared as clean rain water fell from a cloud. Then the sun kindly went down in the west to allow the moon and stars to have a turn. The moonbeams were strong, the stars twinkled their most twinkliest, ever.
Oh no! Said Grandad, there’s something missing. I know birds singing and flying. So, he told the birds lots of jokes to cheer them up. Then he gave all the birds happy songs to sing.
Job done! He declared.
Did Grandad really do all of this and just in one day? Of course he did. He painted a picture and wrote about it in his book. You can make anything happen and make any dream come true if you write and/or paint it in your book.
© WWW.jeanniejeanniejeannie.co.uk Phil Robinson
When I was a lad at school around 13 years old, our Maths teacher used to call me Wol. At the end of the year as we were moving up a class I plucked up courage to ask why he called me Wol. He told meit was thename of the deslexic owl in Winnie the Pooh. With my Harry Potter glasses he said I looked like the Wise Old Owl in the Winnie the Pooh stories.
Being the vain person I am I took it as a compliment
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