Mum's gone mad.

no, we're not getting married!

I think Mum's gone a bit mad. She hasn't helped me write my blog for ages and now I find out she's been on the 'puter writing stories! She says she's been too busy to help me but I'm starting to get worried. She's been knitting weird things with faces again. Poor Dad thinks he's never going to see the kitchen table again and now she's going to her writing course, she's even started writing about the weird things.



She had to write a story that had the words contempt, stir, greed and permit in it. Seems really silly to me. She says it needs lots of polishing and tidying up but there's heaps of dust in our house and you've seen the state of our table so I don't think she's going to be much good at that. Who on earth wants to read about Wobblin'Goblins when they can read about Hine and me at the dog park anyway?!

The Wobblin’ Goblins

Are you snuggled right down, are you comfortable? I’ll tell you a story about the goblins that live high up in the trees.

Wobblin’ Goblins have long pointy ears and always wear hats made of leaves. A Goblin of course, is not at all like a Troll. Trolls are just grumpy old things, full of contempt and ohh, such a lot of greed. Still, I guess if we had to live in a dingy hole we’d be grumpy too, just like an old troll.

Wobblin’ Goblins are happy little things always laughing and singing, and they just love living in trees. Sometimes you might see them. If you look up, really high, right at the top of the tree, there’ll be a goblin. If it’s sunny you may have to squint up your eyes a bit, or even shade them with your hand, but they’ll be up there, using their tickly long fingers to stir up the wind wisps so they can hang on to the tippy top branches, and laugh as they take rides in the breeze.

The Wisps and the Goblins have so much fun. You can hear them playing all summer. ‘Whooooosh’ call the wind wisps as they rush through the leaves and the goblins hang on tight to their hats as they ride.

Deep in their holes the grumpy old Trolls start to grumble. They are tired of the sunshine and they just want to sleep.

“Enough of the Whooshing, we’ll permit no more fun.
It’s time for the winter, it’s time it begun!”

So the Wisps and the Goblins start to say goodbye and as it gets colder and darker you may hear the Trolls getting grumpier. Their grumbles get louder. They are getting colder and they need to go to their beds.

The Goblins start tickling with their long tickly fingers and stir up the wind wisps who blow cold through the branches turning the green leaves to orange and brown and the Goblins start wobblin’ making them fall, all wrinkled and dry. Beneath the trees Trolls wait with big bags to collect them and drag them down into their holes.

Winter has come and the Wobblin’ Goblins have gone inside their houses to eat crumpets by the fire. Now all you can hear is the sound of Trolls snoring, asleep under great piles of leaves.