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Delia had reached the secret destination. Previous impossible missions had involved her in immaculately adorning places with hibiscus and sweet pea flowers and blue ribbons delicately tied into bows. However, her efforts were not carried out to the satisfaction of the Bureau. This time, nothing would go wrong. There was enough 'give' in the trousers that boasted all manner of pockets, zips and clips. All that was missing was a pair of fine tweezers and a good fitting snorkel………
Carly arrived from the Deep South with much enthusiasm for blue, purple and yellow circular houses. With her reputation intact and her audience waiting, she prepared the delivery of the dangerous wooden contraption that was built with a tuned accuracy of 9,000 degrees, lined with satin and made from pure spun gold. It was necessary to prime the device with the sharp pointed green leaves from the local flora; she knew just exactly where to find them . . . .
Cruella was always late, always lost but not always confused. No, Cruella had a great mind for crosswords, puzzles and games so complex that she saw a game in everything - in the fields and meadows, in the peak time rush hour traffic; in the crashing of cups on plates in the washing up bowl, she would find pattern and harmony. Distractions or gifts, these preoccupations often led her right back to where she started so getting somewhere, or indeed, anywhere, seemed hopeless……….
Roberto liked to sing early in the morning and last thing at night. With a passion for pancakes, drizzled with honey and lemon, he would begin each day with a hearty breakfast of such delights before the dawn chorus. Today though, there were no more pancakes; the cook had gone on holiday and to his surprise, so had his voice……..
Sophie had begun to seek out all delightful smells and to banish all nasty ones - a task that had been ignored by all the worlds' civilisations for thousands of years. In one hand she held an opened packet of wild flower seeds, in the other a hand a heavy mallet, an enormous glass bottle with an ornately carved stopper and a handkerchief of Chinese silk. Sophie's hands were large - they had to be - these were hands that would save the world. . .
Max had got stuck in the complicated trap set by the giant who used to be in the Bean Stalk Story. The giant had had a mid life crisis 10 years ago and decided to take up new hobbies and life changing opportunities. And all that he could do now was to whistle a different tune everyday. He hoped eventually the right tune would open the electronically alarmed door and lead to his escape……..
Delia had reached the secret destination. Previous impossible missions had involved her in immaculately adorning places with hibiscus and sweet pea flowers and blue ribbons delicately tied into bows. However, her efforts were not carried out to the satisfaction of the Bureau. This time, nothing would go wrong. There was enough 'give' in the trousers that boasted all manner of pockets, zips and clips. All that was missing was a pair of fine tweezers and a good fitting snorkel………
Carly arrived from the Deep South with much enthusiasm for blue, purple and yellow circular houses. With her reputation intact and her audience waiting, she prepared the delivery of the dangerous wooden contraption that was built with a tuned accuracy of 9,000 degrees, lined with satin and made from pure spun gold. It was necessary to prime the device with the sharp pointed green leaves from the local flora; she knew just exactly where to find them . . . .
Cruella was always late, always lost but not always confused. No, Cruella had a great mind for crosswords, puzzles and games so complex that she saw a game in everything - in the fields and meadows, in the peak time rush hour traffic; in the crashing of cups on plates in the washing up bowl, she would find pattern and harmony. Distractions or gifts, these preoccupations often led her right back to where she started so getting somewhere, or indeed, anywhere, seemed hopeless……….
Roberto liked to sing early in the morning and last thing at night. With a passion for pancakes, drizzled with honey and lemon, he would begin each day with a hearty breakfast of such delights before the dawn chorus. Today though, there were no more pancakes; the cook had gone on holiday and to his surprise, so had his voice……..
Sophie had begun to seek out all delightful smells and to banish all nasty ones - a task that had been ignored by all the worlds' civilisations for thousands of years. In one hand she held an opened packet of wild flower seeds, in the other a hand a heavy mallet, an enormous glass bottle with an ornately carved stopper and a handkerchief of Chinese silk. Sophie's hands were large - they had to be - these were hands that would save the world. . .
Max had got stuck in the complicated trap set by the giant who used to be in the Bean Stalk Story. The giant had had a mid life crisis 10 years ago and decided to take up new hobbies and life changing opportunities. And all that he could do now was to whistle a different tune everyday. He hoped eventually the right tune would open the electronically alarmed door and lead to his escape……..