So, what do you guys think of my first full story? Here it is:
It was the aftermath of tonight’s fireworks show, and Lady Penelope and Parker were taking me through the dark and spooky woods back to Fab-1 to ensure that we all got home safely. Lady Penelope was holding me in her arms, for I was safe and sound and fast asleep. “Do you think she’ll be safe here, Parker?” asked Lady Penelope. “Not to worry, m’lady,” said Parker, “Everything will be alright. ‘Oo cares if we make it through these spooky woods without fail? We’ll be arriving at the car any minute now.” I yawn and nestled into Penelope’s arms, feeling very safe and comfortable. “Aaaawww, look, Parker. She likes my warmth,” smiled Penelope. “I couldn’t agree more, m’lady,” smiled Parker, “She’s such a widdle snugglechops.”
Suddenly, an owl hooted loudly, and Parker and Penelope ran as fast as they could across the forest to where the car was. The commotion was just enough to wake me up, and I asked, “Penelope, what’s going on?” “Hold onto me, darling!” cried Penelope as she and Parker ran as fast as they could across the forest. In the chaos, Penelope hit a branch and I flew out of her arms, causing me to get up and run after them.
When we emerged from the forest, we ended up in a beautiful clearing, lit only by the moonlight. Up on a hill, on what looked like a road, was Fab-1. “Fab 1! Fab 1!” I shouted. “Well spotted, miss,” said Parker, let’s go up these stairs and catch the car.” We ran up a stony set of stairs and back into Fab-1 - Penelope and me in the back, and Parker in the front. “Ready, milady?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, Parker.” responded Penelope. “I’m ready too,” I yawned. With the headlights on, Parker, Penelope and I were on our way home.
However, we hadn’t gone too far when we spotted two signs leading to two different towns. One sign was called “London Town”, and the other was called “Dreery”. “Let’s go there!” I cried, pointing to the sign saying ‘Dreery’. “I don’t know about that, miss,” said Parker with a hint of doubt in his voice, “Dreery might be a very strange place indeed. Let’s go to London Town. That’s where ‘ome is.” “No!” I cried. “We have to go there. It’s the only way we can find out what’s on the other side!” Parker sighed. “Fine then. Let’s go and explore Dreery.”
Parker passed the Dreery sign and along the path. For a moment, we felt like we were crossing a whole bridge on a path that lead all the way across the wide sea. “Parker, I don’t like this,” said Penelope, a hint of sickness in her voice, “I’m quite afraid of heights.” “Drive forward!” I cried, and we reached the other side just in time, as the path crumbled and the bridge was gone. “My word!” gasped Parker. “Well I never.” I gasped.
Parker quickly turned the car around and drove onwards towards a little town where every single building was completely white. “So that must be Dreery,” I said. “What a sight.” Every single woman wore a fur coat because of the cold weather, and the men all wore lime green jumpers. The shops were full of things, and when I looked all around, I could see there were no homeless people on the street.
Fab-1 pulled up outside a beautiful white gazebo decorated with pink and white flowers. “That must be the place Frisky told me about!” I piped up. “‘Ow do you mean that, Sybil?” asked Parker. “Well, Frisky told me that this gazebo only exists in Dreery, and even though it’s been decorated for this occasion, the flowers that are strung around it never wilt or die.” “How strange,” said Penelope, “It must be a very strange gazebo.” “Not as strange as the one who makes decisions for everyone in the Night Garden,” I smiled, which caused us all to laugh as Parker started the car once more.
Driving on the road, I happened to notice a very strange statue. Loads of people were gathered round it. It was the continent of Australia, spinning around slowly like a glistening jewelry stand. But then suddenly, it shifted as a long, deep yawn sounded, and in its place was a different statue - the continent of Mexico! “My god…” I gasped. “It’s possibly too creepy for a night like this,” said Penelope, “Let’s go home now, Parker, this menagerie is startling me and my baby!” “No, m’lady, I think I’m feeling rather hungry.” “Me too,” I said. “I think I am too actually,” chuckled Penelope. “Come on, let’s go and find a cafe.”
On our way to our destination we had to drive under the arch of an enormous clock tower, which struck midnight and made the whole road shake with the dong of its bells, until we made it to the other side of town. There, we saw an enormous pink building shaped like a cat’s head. The windows were shaped like cat eyes, and next to the building was a giant statue of a pink cat’s paw. Above the door was a huge sign. In purple letters, it read: ‘Cat Cafe’. “I don’t suppose it has any lions in it, am I right, Parker?” asked Penelope, a hint of fear in her voice. “Of course not, milady,” said Parker, “It might be one of those cat cafes they have in Japan.” It was then that we looked around. Everything apart from the cat cafe had signs that were written entirely in Japanese, and there were signs of Japanese culture just about everywhere. We looked back, and saw the Clock Tower wasn’t there! “It must be magic!” I gasped.
We found a parking spot and entered the cafe. All the lights were warmly lit inside, and it was a very cosy and gentle place. There was no one else inside minus a few Japanese cafe owners. There were all sorts of cats roaming around everywhere - big cats, small cats, tabby cats and tortoiseshell cats. While I went to pet some off the cats, Lady Penelope and Parker went to the counter to order some goodies for them to eat. When it was my turn to ask what I wanted, I ran up to the counter and asked for a cat shaped piece of chocolate cake with a mouse-shaped chocolate biscuit sandwich and some hot cocoa with extra milk in a cat shaped mug. “Hai, chūmon wa sugu ni todokimasu.” said the owner, and she went to prepare the food and drink while we went to find a table. In the native language of Japanese, that meant “Our order will be with you momentarily.”
The tables and chairs were all fluffy and soft, just like cats. We were very lucky to have two little cats jump up onto the table and enjoy some strokes and cuddles with us. One of them was black, and Parker enjoyed stroking it because of its pathetic little meow! Penelope enjoyed stroking the smallest one, a kitten, because one of the cats had a litter of six kittens. As for me, I was stroking a big fat fluffy ginger and black cat with huge yellow eyes and soft paddy paws. “Who’s he?” I asked one of the waiters as she brought our food to us. “Well, this is Garfield,” the waiter said in English. “He’s the best cat in our cafe so far, and has been a viral sensation ever since he came here as a kitten. He’s big, huge and lazy, and loves tummy rubs and cuddles. Don’t worry, he doesn’t swipe.” “Yowch!” cried a voice from nearby. It was Parker, and the black cat had scratched him round the face when he attempted to stroke its tail.
Still, we enjoyed our tea, cocoa and cake, and the kitten kept wanting everything for him to eat. But Garfield was the loveliest out of all the kittens, and he kept coming back for more tummy tickles and belly rubs. Lady Penelope, Parker and I loved Garfield, and wished we could take him home with us. Truly, the cafe seemed like a wonderfully relaxing place. There was a bookshelf lined with manga and cosy fantasy books, and soft Japanese music was playing softly on the speakers, occasionally blinded by the meows of the cats roaming around the cafe. The cosy atmosphere made me feel very tired when it was time to go home, but when we exited the cafe, we found out that Fab-1 was glowing gold and floating.
When Parker got into the front of Fab-1, he saw a little notice on the seat near him. It read:
“To get your lovely pink car back home, just say: “Whizz away!” and away home you go.”
“Alright, me lovely ladies, ‘op in then!” he called. We grabbed a seat in Fab-1, did our seatbelts, and then shouted, “WHIZZ AWAY!” And before you knew it, Fab-1 began flying all the way out of Japan and over the sea, all the way home. On the way home, which was a long way off indeed, I fell asleep and snuggled onto Lady Penelope’s lap, just as I heard a shatter of windows and felt a time warp envelop us whole.
When I woke up I was back in the mansion, next to Lady Penelope, in my own bed. “What happened?” I groaned as I sat up, a headache throbbing through my brain. Lady Penelope was next to wake up. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I don’t know. We were in Japan or somewhere. Can you guess?” “I don’t know either!” I smiled. “But it had all been a dream. Right?” “Yes, I’m right. Now let’s get a few extra hours of shuteye. I’m sure Parker wouldn’t mind.”
And so Lady Penelope and I snuggled right down to sleep, the worries of last night fading into the depths of our imagination as we drifted into an ethereal, dreamless sleep. But I knew that from the bottom of my heart, we would more or less likely see my favourite new cat Garfield again….will we?
THE END.
It was the aftermath of tonight’s fireworks show, and Lady Penelope and Parker were taking me through the dark and spooky woods back to Fab-1 to ensure that we all got home safely. Lady Penelope was holding me in her arms, for I was safe and sound and fast asleep. “Do you think she’ll be safe here, Parker?” asked Lady Penelope. “Not to worry, m’lady,” said Parker, “Everything will be alright. ‘Oo cares if we make it through these spooky woods without fail? We’ll be arriving at the car any minute now.” I yawn and nestled into Penelope’s arms, feeling very safe and comfortable. “Aaaawww, look, Parker. She likes my warmth,” smiled Penelope. “I couldn’t agree more, m’lady,” smiled Parker, “She’s such a widdle snugglechops.”
Suddenly, an owl hooted loudly, and Parker and Penelope ran as fast as they could across the forest to where the car was. The commotion was just enough to wake me up, and I asked, “Penelope, what’s going on?” “Hold onto me, darling!” cried Penelope as she and Parker ran as fast as they could across the forest. In the chaos, Penelope hit a branch and I flew out of her arms, causing me to get up and run after them.
When we emerged from the forest, we ended up in a beautiful clearing, lit only by the moonlight. Up on a hill, on what looked like a road, was Fab-1. “Fab 1! Fab 1!” I shouted. “Well spotted, miss,” said Parker, let’s go up these stairs and catch the car.” We ran up a stony set of stairs and back into Fab-1 - Penelope and me in the back, and Parker in the front. “Ready, milady?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, Parker.” responded Penelope. “I’m ready too,” I yawned. With the headlights on, Parker, Penelope and I were on our way home.
However, we hadn’t gone too far when we spotted two signs leading to two different towns. One sign was called “London Town”, and the other was called “Dreery”. “Let’s go there!” I cried, pointing to the sign saying ‘Dreery’. “I don’t know about that, miss,” said Parker with a hint of doubt in his voice, “Dreery might be a very strange place indeed. Let’s go to London Town. That’s where ‘ome is.” “No!” I cried. “We have to go there. It’s the only way we can find out what’s on the other side!” Parker sighed. “Fine then. Let’s go and explore Dreery.”
Parker passed the Dreery sign and along the path. For a moment, we felt like we were crossing a whole bridge on a path that lead all the way across the wide sea. “Parker, I don’t like this,” said Penelope, a hint of sickness in her voice, “I’m quite afraid of heights.” “Drive forward!” I cried, and we reached the other side just in time, as the path crumbled and the bridge was gone. “My word!” gasped Parker. “Well I never.” I gasped.
Parker quickly turned the car around and drove onwards towards a little town where every single building was completely white. “So that must be Dreery,” I said. “What a sight.” Every single woman wore a fur coat because of the cold weather, and the men all wore lime green jumpers. The shops were full of things, and when I looked all around, I could see there were no homeless people on the street.
Fab-1 pulled up outside a beautiful white gazebo decorated with pink and white flowers. “That must be the place Frisky told me about!” I piped up. “‘Ow do you mean that, Sybil?” asked Parker. “Well, Frisky told me that this gazebo only exists in Dreery, and even though it’s been decorated for this occasion, the flowers that are strung around it never wilt or die.” “How strange,” said Penelope, “It must be a very strange gazebo.” “Not as strange as the one who makes decisions for everyone in the Night Garden,” I smiled, which caused us all to laugh as Parker started the car once more.
Driving on the road, I happened to notice a very strange statue. Loads of people were gathered round it. It was the continent of Australia, spinning around slowly like a glistening jewelry stand. But then suddenly, it shifted as a long, deep yawn sounded, and in its place was a different statue - the continent of Mexico! “My god…” I gasped. “It’s possibly too creepy for a night like this,” said Penelope, “Let’s go home now, Parker, this menagerie is startling me and my baby!” “No, m’lady, I think I’m feeling rather hungry.” “Me too,” I said. “I think I am too actually,” chuckled Penelope. “Come on, let’s go and find a cafe.”
On our way to our destination we had to drive under the arch of an enormous clock tower, which struck midnight and made the whole road shake with the dong of its bells, until we made it to the other side of town. There, we saw an enormous pink building shaped like a cat’s head. The windows were shaped like cat eyes, and next to the building was a giant statue of a pink cat’s paw. Above the door was a huge sign. In purple letters, it read: ‘Cat Cafe’. “I don’t suppose it has any lions in it, am I right, Parker?” asked Penelope, a hint of fear in her voice. “Of course not, milady,” said Parker, “It might be one of those cat cafes they have in Japan.” It was then that we looked around. Everything apart from the cat cafe had signs that were written entirely in Japanese, and there were signs of Japanese culture just about everywhere. We looked back, and saw the Clock Tower wasn’t there! “It must be magic!” I gasped.
We found a parking spot and entered the cafe. All the lights were warmly lit inside, and it was a very cosy and gentle place. There was no one else inside minus a few Japanese cafe owners. There were all sorts of cats roaming around everywhere - big cats, small cats, tabby cats and tortoiseshell cats. While I went to pet some off the cats, Lady Penelope and Parker went to the counter to order some goodies for them to eat. When it was my turn to ask what I wanted, I ran up to the counter and asked for a cat shaped piece of chocolate cake with a mouse-shaped chocolate biscuit sandwich and some hot cocoa with extra milk in a cat shaped mug. “Hai, chūmon wa sugu ni todokimasu.” said the owner, and she went to prepare the food and drink while we went to find a table. In the native language of Japanese, that meant “Our order will be with you momentarily.”
The tables and chairs were all fluffy and soft, just like cats. We were very lucky to have two little cats jump up onto the table and enjoy some strokes and cuddles with us. One of them was black, and Parker enjoyed stroking it because of its pathetic little meow! Penelope enjoyed stroking the smallest one, a kitten, because one of the cats had a litter of six kittens. As for me, I was stroking a big fat fluffy ginger and black cat with huge yellow eyes and soft paddy paws. “Who’s he?” I asked one of the waiters as she brought our food to us. “Well, this is Garfield,” the waiter said in English. “He’s the best cat in our cafe so far, and has been a viral sensation ever since he came here as a kitten. He’s big, huge and lazy, and loves tummy rubs and cuddles. Don’t worry, he doesn’t swipe.” “Yowch!” cried a voice from nearby. It was Parker, and the black cat had scratched him round the face when he attempted to stroke its tail.
Still, we enjoyed our tea, cocoa and cake, and the kitten kept wanting everything for him to eat. But Garfield was the loveliest out of all the kittens, and he kept coming back for more tummy tickles and belly rubs. Lady Penelope, Parker and I loved Garfield, and wished we could take him home with us. Truly, the cafe seemed like a wonderfully relaxing place. There was a bookshelf lined with manga and cosy fantasy books, and soft Japanese music was playing softly on the speakers, occasionally blinded by the meows of the cats roaming around the cafe. The cosy atmosphere made me feel very tired when it was time to go home, but when we exited the cafe, we found out that Fab-1 was glowing gold and floating.
When Parker got into the front of Fab-1, he saw a little notice on the seat near him. It read:
“To get your lovely pink car back home, just say: “Whizz away!” and away home you go.”
“Alright, me lovely ladies, ‘op in then!” he called. We grabbed a seat in Fab-1, did our seatbelts, and then shouted, “WHIZZ AWAY!” And before you knew it, Fab-1 began flying all the way out of Japan and over the sea, all the way home. On the way home, which was a long way off indeed, I fell asleep and snuggled onto Lady Penelope’s lap, just as I heard a shatter of windows and felt a time warp envelop us whole.
When I woke up I was back in the mansion, next to Lady Penelope, in my own bed. “What happened?” I groaned as I sat up, a headache throbbing through my brain. Lady Penelope was next to wake up. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I don’t know. We were in Japan or somewhere. Can you guess?” “I don’t know either!” I smiled. “But it had all been a dream. Right?” “Yes, I’m right. Now let’s get a few extra hours of shuteye. I’m sure Parker wouldn’t mind.”
And so Lady Penelope and I snuggled right down to sleep, the worries of last night fading into the depths of our imagination as we drifted into an ethereal, dreamless sleep. But I knew that from the bottom of my heart, we would more or less likely see my favourite new cat Garfield again….will we?
THE END.
