Trelly thought about what the old loony witch told her. Was the mad crone telling the truth? Or had she just blatantly stolen the glow-pokey-sword from a passing plagiarism? She resolved that, in the morning, she would find out for herself!
So, at about eleven o'clock, Trelly bundled up her glow-pokey-sword, a sandwich, a carton of Ribena from the fridge, her favourite ragdoll and fifty pence she had been given for her birthday, and set off towards the nearby village. It was a short walk, perhaps ten minutes, but the distractions of butterflies and bunnies and a somewhat bored-looking magpie sitting on a scarecrow (which, oddly, was not alive nor willing to accompany her on her quest) ensured the trip took closer to an hour.
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So, at about eleven o'clock, Trelly bundled up her glow-pokey-sword, a sandwich, a carton of Ribena from the fridge, her favourite ragdoll and fifty pence she had been given for her birthday, and set off towards the nearby village. It was a short walk, perhaps ten minutes, but the distractions of butterflies and bunnies and a somewhat bored-looking magpie sitting on a scarecrow (which, oddly, was not alive nor willing to accompany her on her quest) ensured the trip took closer to an hour.
With a history going back centuries, Parpington sat astride the river Parp. Nobody knew for sure how it got its name, but suburban legend stated that the great explorer, Oswald the Flatulent, originally discovered the river.
Trelly skipped up the village's main road. She knew that if there was one person in Parpington who would know the truth, it wouldn't be the librarian, Barbie Rossa. Instead, she would ask the official village gossip, Waggletongue Katy.
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Trelly skipped up the village's main road. She knew that if there was one person in Parpington who would know the truth, it wouldn't be the librarian, Barbie Rossa. Instead, she would ask the official village gossip, Waggletongue Katy.
leaning on a garden fence specially erected for her use in the village square.
Katy took one look at Trelly, then glanced at the glow-pokey-sword. "Aren't you a little short to be an Evilpoker Knight?" she said.
"Am not!" said Trelly indignantly. "The witch said it's my destiny to become awesome or something like that!"
"Aye right. Go home, Trelly, and tell your mum that Mr. Daffodil the butcher is secretly a horse fetishist."
So Trelly, somewhat disappointed, wandered back home. On the way, she found a rather shiny pebble so it wasn't a complete loss after all. So, after washing her hands, repeating Katy's gossip and carefully putting the glow-pokey-sword away in her Toybox of Special Cool Things, Trelly ate her lunch.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
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Katy took one look at Trelly, then glanced at the glow-pokey-sword. "Aren't you a little short to be an Evilpoker Knight?" she said.
"Am not!" said Trelly indignantly. "The witch said it's my destiny to become awesome or something like that!"
"Aye right. Go home, Trelly, and tell your mum that Mr. Daffodil the butcher is secretly a horse fetishist."
So Trelly, somewhat disappointed, wandered back home. On the way, she found a rather shiny pebble so it wasn't a complete loss after all. So, after washing her hands, repeating Katy's gossip and carefully putting the glow-pokey-sword away in her Toybox of Special Cool Things, Trelly ate her lunch.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.