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Tallulah's Wooden Box
 
Author: Corrinne Garstang      Age guide: 6-10

 
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Tallulah found a wooden box beneath a lemon tree, and peeked inside a little hole to see what she could see. Perhaps a head, a spider's web, cream cheese turned green with fluff, a rotten shoe that pongs of pooh, and other yucky stuff.
 
But then there came a mighty BOOM, Tallulah left the floor, sucked up inside like marmalade through one enormous straw. And there she sat inside the box a year, a week, a day, until by chance a Nitwit passed and asked her out to play.
 
Two-by-two and hand-in-hand they wandered far and wide, through trees and seas and monsters' fleas to see what they could find. They sailed to the west in a rhino's vest through waves of mallow flump, and then rode on the nose of a Flibbermajig inside a camel's hump.
 
And did they squeal with joy and glee to find a gush of goo, where bugs and slugs on woolly rugs whizzed past them two-by-two! But in this gloop a Snagtooth lived, a mean and nasty beast with hairy jaws and three-foot claws, awakened for a feast.
 
Soon he smelled Tallulah's socks (by now they really stunk), and rumbled forth like thunderclouds to find this tasty skunk. He prowled and lurked and tiptoed close (his heart was beating fast), and waited for the moment when Tallulah hurtled past.
 
Then in a FLASH the Snagtooth pounced and opened up his chops, Tallulah vanished down his throat and landed with a PLOP! And there she sat inside his tum a year, a week, a day, until one night the Snagtooth sneezed and blew her clean away!
 
And into space Tallulah flew past Saturn, Mars, and Moon, where she grabbed the tail of a galleon whale sailing by in a wooden spoon. And on she travelled fast and far through rainbow sherbet skies until she spied a giant ring of pancake-flavoured ice.
 
"Mmm-mmmm" she cried, and took a bite that filled her to the top, then guzzled down another chunk . . . she simply couldn't stop! She bloated, swelled, and bulged in size, then much to her dismay, she roly-polyed with a splash into the Milky Way.
 
But in this ooze of milk and whey, a hungry Grobble feasted; crunching, grinding all who passed into tiny bite-sized pieces. And soon it spied Tallulah's bum (by now it was a whopper), and groffed and growled, and whooped and howled, "Let me eat it for my supper!"
 
Tallulah (quite a nosey child) looked back across her shoulder and in a BLINK was turned to rock: a little-girl-sized boulder! Alas, my friend, there is a fact that really should be known; one look from this, the gruesome Grob, will turn you into stone.
 
"Hink Haa," it cried, "this greedy girl will feed me for a year!" Then it chipped away a tasty snack, a little girl-sized tear. But then there came a mighty ROAR, a super massive sound, a crashing, smashing, clashing noise that came from all around.
 
She saw it then, the mighty hole, a black and hungry shape; a swirling, twirling, hurling mass from which there's no escape. It tugged and pulled and sucked her down into its very core, and squished and squashed our little friend until she was no more!
 
Tallulah woke beneath a tree, the box upon her knees and there inside, her favourite toy, the Nitwit if you please! "We fell asleep, we silly things!" she hip-hoorayed with glee… then peeped inside a rabbit hole to see what she could see!
 

 
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