Timothy Tuttle's Story Books

Stories in each book

Timothy Tuttle's Story Book

1. An Evening with....

2. A Magical Journey

Timothy Tuttle sat in the center, of the great hall

Hundreds of little children gathered, he had a story to tell all

To them he said, “A Magical Journey, is about to begin”

And across each little quiz able face, came a toothy grin.

 

“I’ll begin this tale, as it truly happen to me

It started when I left for a trip, across the purple sea

The ship was made of lollipops, and black licorice strips

It made my sailing, one of my most delicious trips.”

 

“As I boarded, and was shown to my floatable suite

The Captain greeted all passengers with a delectable treat

My room was made of chocolate, both vanilla and brown

And on the door of my suite, was a candied crown.”

 

“My bed was made of toffee, it was a Macintosh delight

And all the bedding was made from marshmallow white

I stored my belongings in a chest of candy apple green

The furnishings around me, ere I’ve never before seen.”

 

“The tables and the chairs, were of mints green and white

Jellied glasses were the ultimate highlight

The ship’s whistle blew, so to the deck I ran

And whilst I was waving, music came from the ships band.”

 

“Moving out o’er the purple sea, our ship set sail

I hope the winds that moved us, would prevail

I returned to my suite of chocolate, both vanilla and brown

Whilst the music from the band, played a sweet sound.”

 

As we crossed the purple sea, life in the water did abound

Candied colored fish, swam all around

Birds fluttered above, on wings of candy floss

All the sights seen, put ones mind to a loss.”

 

“As we approached the Isle of Sweet and Sour

I noticed the time I was up past my hour

So I curled up on my bed of toffee

And ere I closed my eyes, I sipped on hazelnut coffee.”

 

“As the morning sun rose, lemony rays warmed my soul

And my morning meal was served in a jellied roll

The filling was of strawberry jam, the cake was spongy white

And my tiny bellied was filled, ‘til it was tight.”

 

“After my meal, I walked up to the main deck of the ship

The licorice strips were a bit wet; it made for a sticky trip

The purple waves of the sea, splashed against the hull

And as I looked to the sky, I saw a peppermint gull.”

 

“This voyage across the purple sea, would take but a night and day

I had time to talk to others, they had lots to say

We’ll dock this eve, on the Isle called Maple Syrple

After we cross, this beautiful sea of purple.”

 

Eventually, the lights of Mint Harbor came into view

The rays bounced of the purple sea, causing a rainbow hue

When we docked we all were greeted, by the isle’s Queen and King

And the Cinnamon Hearts and Ginger Snaps, with the band did sing.”

 

“I boarded my carriage of honey melon green

And as the horses pulled, we passed many a pleasurable scene

The roads on the isle were paved, in chocolate of white

And all the little houses were made of Turkish delight.”

 

“The carriage arrived at the Inn of Cinnamon

I was greeted by the doorman, who let me in

He was dressed in a uniform, of winter mint green

And the interior was decorated in the colors of the jelly bean.”

 

“The innkeeper greeted me with a voice so sweet

And she offered me a hot apple jack treat

I signed the register, and was shown to my room

 When I arrived, the maid was leaving with a dust pan and broom.”

 

“The room was decorated in many hues of red

There were sheets of yellow cotton upon my bed

I had ample room to store all I brought

And my door was equipped with a marshmallow lock.”

 

“I returned to the foyer, and asked were I could eat

The innkeeper pointed to the room, Cinnamon Treat

I entered the dining area, decorated in shades of pink

And as I sat, I was offered blueberry tea to drink.”

 

“After the meal, I took a long pleasurable walk

I strode along, greeted many, and some stopped to talk

I was the way to the park called, Evergreen

Jugglers and Tumblers performed acts, I’d never seen.”

 

“There were maidens dressed in candy floss gowns

And making children laugh, were colorful clowns

As I made my way through the park, I passed a pond of blue

And as I walked, colorful birds passed into view.”

 

“I made my way to the inn, where I’d lay my head

I couldn’t wait, ‘til I fell asleep in my colorful bed

But upon my arrival, the Queen had sent me a note

And what she wrote to me, I will now quote.”

 

“Mr. Tuttle, your are invited to dine at the Palace of Crystal White

Come dressed in your best there is a banquet tomorrow night

The King and Queen of the Isle of maple Syrple

Want to here about your voyage across the Sea of Purple.”

 

“I ascended the stairs, and entered upon my room to sleep

The invitation I received, brought a smile from cheek to cheek

I fell quickly into slumber, anticipating the next day

I wondered if a royal carriage would be sent my way.”

 

“I rose in the morning, greeted by sunny yellow rays

As I looked out my window, the purple sea was shrouded in a haze

The fog was slowly lifting, as the day slowly warmed up

And at my little table, I sipped tea from a raspberry cup.”

 

“The day passed quickly, and the evening did approach

I must get ready, for the Queen was sending a coach

My shirt was of a candy apple stripe, red and white

My trousers were of the strawberry licorice type.”

 

The tie around my neck was the color of the cranberry

And my shoes were of marshmallow white, light and airy

I descended the stairs, and upon my head placed a cap

It suited me well, it was in the shape like a ginger snap.”

 

“The coach arrived at the inn; it was the color of the pumpkin skin

The coachman was real jolly, nar fat, but awfully thin

The horses that drew the coach, were of the chocolate chip type

And as I rode in the coach, I knew I was a splendid sight.”

  

“I arrived at the Palace of Crystal White, and was greeted

The guard took me inside, and showed were I would be seated

The King and Queen entered the great banquet hall

To our feet we rose, when the Court Master did call.”

 

“I present to you all, he said, the King and the Queen

The Queen was attired in a gown, of richly whipped cream

And the King wore robes of satin, in hues of red and green

Their crowns were of rubies red, set in white crystal, pristine.”

  

“The royal couples were seated at the head table, as was me

The King and Queen wanted to hear, of my sail across the Purple Sea

As we dined on succulent duck, and roasted boar

I told them of my trip, other adventures and more.”

 

“The King listened to the questions the Queen did ask

To tell of my tales too the royal couple, really was no task

They laughed at the merriment, and sighed at the dangers

They were truly intrigued, of my tales and meetings with strangers.”

 

For I traveled through many a strange and enchanted lands

And all these tales will be told to you, I raise my hand

The Queen was delighted, at the tales I did unfold

And the Queen said, ‘Mr. Tuttle, you are very bold’”

 

“The palace maids brought trays, full of juicy fruit

Some were of the vines, others from trees of root

Spirits of plenty poured the evening through

As I made my way to the carriage, I walked a little askew.”

 

“When I arrived at the inn, climbing the stairs was a chore

But, as I crawled between the yellow cotton sheets, I began to snore

The night’s sleep passed quickly, and in the morn I awoke

I gazed at my cherry clock, and at eight it doth stroke.”

 

“I quickly jumped from my bed, and made myself ready

After an evening at the palace, on my feet not to steady

I dressed in my sailing clothes, hues of blue and white

Then I descended the stairs, too a pancake breakfast delight.”

 

“The cakes were of a golden color, covered in heavy cream

Blueberries spread all around, a very tasteful scene

The coffee was rich, and from the cup steam rose

A fragrance that brought, a tickle to my nose.”

  

“The innkeeper greeted me with a cheerful smile

Mr. Tuttle she said, ‘you’re dressed for your trip in style’

I gave her a friendly nod, and what was to her due

And strutted down to the dock, to start my trip anew.” 

End

3. A Visit to Gooseberry Farm

4. In the Land of Dreams

5. In the Enchanted Land

 

Timothy Tuttle's Story Book 11

1. Dance of the Fairies Bright

2. The Land of Soft and White

In the Land of Soft and White, chilly winds nar blow

Upon the billowy clouds, nar a plant doth grow

Nar a tree, a flower, no seeds doth alight

The sun and the sky’s stars, always shine bright.

 

The Castle of Soft, stands on a fluffy cloud white

Upon arriving in the land, it’s the first you sight

Floating past the castle stands the Town of Soft

Resting on a cloudy mist of white, always aloft.

 

Other towns and villages, float on clouds of their own

Each fluffy white cloud, has a village that stands alone

The Town of Soft, is the biggest in the land

And it is nowhere near, where the castle doth stand.

 

The castle floats aloft on a cloud of white

Those who live ‘neath the castle nar in sight

Timothy was awakened by a bang and a hiss

To the window he doth run, nar wanting to miss.

 

Gazing out, what sight caught Timothy’s eye?

A huge balloon and basket, had dropped from the sky

He hurriedly dressed, and out of the door he raced

The red and white balloon, Timothy now faced.

 

Out of the brown wicker, came a kindly old gent

He walked with a cane, for he was slightly bent

“My Goodman,” he said, “Could you lend me a hand

 My balloon needs to be tied, so that it may stand.”

 

Timothy came to the old gents aid, the balloon was tied down

“Mr. Wind stopped blowing,” said the old gent with a frown

“And it landed here, so I must wait

For Mr. Wind to start blowing, he must ope’ the wind gate.

 

Timothy stood wide eyed at the sight ere him

Then he asked the old gent, “The basket, can I get in?”

“Of course young lad, come hop aboard”

When inside, Timothy knew it could carry quite a load.

 

Timothy invited the old gent in for teas and sweets

The old gent drank and ate a few treats

And then the wind gate doth ope’, and Mr. Wind started to blow

The old gent got up, “The wind Timothy, now I must go.”

 

Timothy asked the old gent in a voice oh so polite

“Have you time to take me, and my friends on a flight?”

“Make haste young lad for I fear the wind might cease

And I must catch the wind, my balloon I need to release.”

 

Timothy gathered his friends, one was Morning Dew

Another was the cat, named Loopy Loo

Tittle the Turtle, Bunny Bun and of course Mr. Jay

All would fly high in the balloon basket today.

 

Once they were aboard the ropes were untied

As the balloon ascended, all knew the wind would guide

Looking out or the land, all six doth stare

And the balloon rose higher into the windy air.

 

As Mr. Wind blew the balloon rose up through the clouds of white

Then all aboard gazed upon a magnificent sight

A castle of crystal stood alone on a fluffy white cloud

And from the crystal castle, a colorful rainbow was its shroud.

 

“Can we land on this cloud, so soft and white?

Can we land on the cloud, by the castle so bright?”

The old gent said, “For sure young man”

And near the castle the balloon doth land.

 

“We’ll stay awhile in this land of soft and white

Where the stars and the sun doth always shine bright”

I’ll return real soon,” said the kindly old gent

As he shuffled of to the balloon, walking with a slight bent.

 

“With the fullness of the moon, I’ll return to this cloud of white

Where the stars and the sun doth always shine bright”

In his balloon of red and white, off the old gent flew

Timothy and his friends watched until he left their view.

 

From the castle came a bellow, of trumpets four

And slowly it ope’, the huge castle door

Pulled by horses of midnight black, came a carriage of ice blue

And as it drew nearer, the king and queen came into view.

 

Timothy and his friends, especially the one Morning Dew

Was amazed by the carriage and its magnificent hue

As the six drew nearer, the king spoke in a very stern manner

“What brings to the Land of Soft and White, what are you after?”

 

“We’ve come to see the sights of this fluffy white land

We bring nar will we take anything by hand

We seek no treasures; we’re here for adventure and fun

When we leave, we leave as we came, nar a need for us to run.”

 

“Then I welcome you all to the Land of Soft and White

Come to our castle, its one of white crystal delight

The rainbow’s hues of orange, yellow, red, violet and blue

Brings out the brightness of the rooms, from which you’ll view.”

 

“You’ll stay in the castle until each town doth blend

With the castle cloud and then you all I’ll send

To each town that doth come into view

Each place is visited, but by only a few.”

 

Timothy, Tittle, Bunny Bun, Loopy, Mr. Jay and Morning Dew

In the castle they stayed, ‘til a town came into view

The first to drift and blend with the castle cloud of white

Was the Town of Soft and it was to the king’s delight.

 

The king pointed the way for the six to go

They all walked upon the cloud the same hue as snow

Timothy and his friends entered the Town of Soft

And when the blend passed, it left the town on its cloud aloft.

 

Timothy and Morning Dew to the White Café for tea

The others were off too look around and see

The homes were made from the pillow mist of white

And the rays from the sun made for the most colorful sight.

 

The blending together of the hues, orange, yellow, red and blue

Adding green and violet, made for a colorful view

As they walked about town, villagers they all doth greet

All were asked to come in and served a misty white treat.

 

Timothy and Morning Dew sipped iced mist from a crystal glass

As they viewed all around, how long would this last?

For the clouds all moved, freely high in the blue sky

And the colors from the rainbow were very appealing to the eye.

 

The clouded drifted along, the wind keeping it aloft

They all knew the would spent some time in the Town of Soft

The people were all friendly and led each a different way

Timothy and his friends in Soft, for another day.

 

The night sky sparkled with all the stars in the sky

The view at night, was most pleasing to the eye

They all slept in beds made from the mist of cloud white

Fluffy and soft, they all slept through the night.

 

As each cloud doth drift and blend, more towns to explore

When the clouds again doth blend, back at the castle door

The king and queen greeted the adventurous group

And for lunch they were served, royal cream soup.

 

 Out of the clouds came the balloon of red and white

Then the old gent in the brown wicker basket came into sight

Near the crystal castle standing alone on a white fluffy cloud

 The voice of the old gent came but it was nar very loud.

 

“Timothy my lad, I’ve come for you and your friends

This adventure in the clouds for you all now ends

For I must travel to lands far and wide

But ere I do that I shall return you all to the green side.”

 

Timothy, Bunny Bun, Tittle, Mr. Jay and Morning Dew

Were joined in the basket by the old gent and Loopy Loo

The winds took the balloon and all, up into the sky

And from the Castle of Soft the king and queen waved goodbye.

 

Mr. Jay told the old gent, saved his wings from flapping

As all the others laughed and their hands clapping

Morning Dew hugged the old gent and then she kissed his cheek

And thanked him for the memories that she’d surely keep.

 

Slowly the balloon lowered to the grass of emerald green

Tittle said, “I’ll tell my family of the sights I’ve seen”

Bunny Bun said she’d tell all about the Castle Soft

And about the old gent who took them in his balloon aloft.

 

Mr. Jay was excited about returning to the place he called home

And he said to Timothy, “Let me know when you will next roam

For this adventure in the clouds of pillow white

Truly was an experience and one of pure delight.

 

Loopy Loo just purred and purred with a wide smile

Morning Dew knew this trip in her mind would last along while

They all thanked the old gent, and into the sky the balloon doth lift

It flew north and then south, for the winds do shift.

 

The old gent and his balloon they nar again seen

To visit the Land of Soft and White, they’d all have to dream

For too travel again to the Land of Soft and White

They’d need wings like Mr. Jay and with the wings take flight.

 

Mr. Jay doth try to find the one day

But as he might, he nar could find the way

Timothy Tuttle and his friends all agreed

To return to that land, there really was no need.

 

The Land of Soft and White, floats somewhere in the heavens on high

And as they watch from the ground, the clouds drift and blend in the sky

They all knew the towns would visit the castle and the king and queen

Even though the visits, to them will always remain unseen.

End

 

 3. The Children of Lollipop Village

4. A Visit to Grandma's House

5. The Golden Isle of the Flower Queen

 

Timothy Tuttle's Story Book 111

1. Morning Dew-Flight of the Fairies

2. The Serpents Tale

“Good morning Timothy, rise and shine,” his mother said

“Get up now son and remove the sleepiness from your head

Down in the kitchen is your toast and peach jam

To the market after you’ve eaten, mother needs a ham.

 

She’ll also need buns and butter, and carrots a few

The carrots she’ll chop up, and put in the ham stew

So after Timothy ate, he was out the door and down the road

Along with his dog Peppy, Timothy too the market doth strode.

  

Into the butcher shop Timothy went, Peppy standing outside

O’er the many different meats, Timothy’s eyes doth glide

Butcher Sam gave to him the ham, and Timothy was out the door

Off to the other shops, for Timothy had to buy more.

 

To the store where carrots were sold, and then to the baker

There he watched with Peppy, the bread and bun maker

Then Timothy and Peppy, we’re off to the dairy store

There the butter was made, and Timothy’s mother needed no more.

 

Down the road bounded for home, were Peppy and Timothy

When a around the corner who doth both see

But Miss Morning Dew, and the cat named Loopy Loo

Morning Dew said, “Good morning Timothy, and you Peppy too.”

 

“We were at the market,” said Timothy, “To buy a ham for stew

We also bought butter and buns and carrots a few

I’ll take this home and then we’ll meet under the old oak tree

Morning Dew said, “Ok,” the only words she spoke.

 

Timothy said goodbye to his mother and left Peppy behind the gate

And down the road he went, in a very hurried state

He was off to meet Morning Dew, under the old oak tree

And when he arrived chatter began between the three.

 

Flying through the air, squawking and screeching was Mr. Jay

“Did you see it, did it fly o’er you, and did it fly o’er this way?”

“What,” said Timothy to Mr. Jay, “What did you see?

For nothing flew above, nothing flew past we three.”

 

“It was big, it had a large tail, and its hue was blue and green

Timothy it was the biggest bird, Mr. Jay hath ever seen

“Where did it go, Mr. Jay?” said Miss Morning Dew

“Which way did it go?” said the cat named Loopy Loo.

 

“It flew o’er towards the mountains, beyond the forest green

It was the biggest bird that Mr. Jay hath ever, ever seen”

Morning Dew said, “Timothy, this bird shall we go find it?

Maybe on the way, we’ll see someone who knows where it doth sit.”

 

The cat named Loopy Loo, “Let’s go,” as she licked her upper lip

“We just might go on, Timothy’s most adventurous trip”

Mr. Jay asked, “Shouldn’t we get Tittle the Turtle and Bunny Bun

I’m sure the both of them, would like to join this trip for fun.”

 

Timothy asked Mr. Jay, “Will you quickly fly and bring them here

I’m sure you’ll find them both, they should be quite near”

Off flew Mr. Jay and soon the two came into view

“Come with me,” he said, “Timothy’s off on an adventure new.”

 

They all gathered together, “Mr. Jay which way do we go?”

“O’er to the mountains, where the river doth flow

The big bird flew there, so it must live in the mountains high

As you all walk, Mr. Jay will look whilst in the blue sky.

 

So off to the mountains were the river doth flow

Tittle the Turtle was wondering if they had to climb in the snow

“We’ll travel through the valley, whilst Mr. Jay flies high

Maybe,” said Timothy, “He’ll see the bird from the sky.”

 

As they strode through the valley, mountains on either side

Soaring through the cool mountain air, Mr. Jay doth glide

A warm stream of air flowed from a mountain cave

And as Mr. Jay soared from the ground the others doth wave.

 

Mr. Jay flew to where the other doth walk

He flew to Timothy to him he must talk

“There is a cave where warm air doth flow

And inside there appears to be a fiery glow.

 

Tittle the Turtle said, “I fear to climb for I’m unable

On mountain slopes, Mr. Tittle is nar to stable

I’ll wait for you’re here on this mountain rode”

So off went the others, up the mountain they strode.

  

As they neared the cave they felt the stream of warm air

And from inside the cave, two red fiery eyes doth glare

Miss Morning Dew said, “I think what Mr. Jay seen

Was nar a big bird, the hues of brown and green.”

 

An echoing roar came from deep inside

And behind Timothy, Mr. Jay doth hide

Along with Morning Dew, they had a wide eyed stare

For all knew they had found, a dragons lair.

 

“Hello there,” Timothy said in a very shaky voice

“Five,” said the dragon, “A variety of choice”

They all stood shaking and Mr. Jay into the air flew

Mr. Jay had no desire to be on the dragon’s menu.

 

“One other with wings nar flies away, me she doth nar fear?”

Morning Dew said, “Come closer, come from thou cave, come here”

You I do fear, but I would like to see what scares me so”

Moving from his lair the dragon’s eyes hath a red glow.

 

“What brings you to my cave and who are you?”

“I’m Timothy Tuttle and this is Morning Dew

That is the cat named Loopy Loo and she is Bunny Bun

Mr. Jay is the one who flew off, for he doth nar run.”

 

“Tittle the Turtle is down on the road, to climb he’s unable

For on mountain slopes, to walk he is nar able

A big blue and green bird was seen by Mr. Jay

So we all went to find it, that’s why we’re here today.”

 

“I’m nar a green and blue bird, as you all can see

I am surprised that from me, you all doth nar flee

Timothy said, “We came to find a new friend

But our adventure at your cave came to an end.”

 

“You seek another friend, I myself nar have a one

For all who see me, from me they all doth run”

“We’ll be your friend,” said Miss Morning Dew

“As you can see, we doth nar run from you.”

 

Now tears began to flow from the dragons red eyes

For him to have a friend was hard to visualize

Nar a soul in this land, would stay when he doth show

They all feared his fiery breath and red eyes that doth glow.

 

A spread of dragon wings to embrace the friends four

To welcome his first friendships, nar a chore

Down the mountain the new friends doth strode

Tittle the Turtle and Mr. Jay were waiting on the road.

 

Timothy said to Tittle and Mr. Jay, “Meet our friend a new

He is a dragon as you can see, and his name is Mr. Shoo

“Good day too you Dragon Shoo,” said Tittle and Mr. Jay

Shaking all the while a wing was brought their way.

 

Dragon Shoo with a tear in his eye, he doth both embrace

Tittle the Turtle and Mr. Jay, still standing in their place

A hug for one, then the other, and a hug for everyone

Dragon Shoo never knew having friends could be so much fun.

 

“We’ll come again to visit you,” said Timothy Tuttle

“Or you can visit us,” said Mr. Tittle

“Oh please come and visit us!” said Miss Morning Dew

“Oh yes, you must come and see us!” said the cat named Loopy Loo.

 

From his red eyes the tears began to flow

                                              His cheeks full of redness now both doth glow

“I’ll come to visit all of you,” said Dragon Shoo

“It’s real nice to have friends, as nice as all of you.”

 

Down the road the six doth walk, heading for home

Up the mountain side Dragon Shoo went, but nar alone

For he had met his first new friends today

And Dragon Shoo knew, they’d come to visit him one day.

End

 

Timothy Tuttle's Story Book IV

1. The Hollow of the Willows

In the Hollow of the Willows, the weeping has begun

The fairies, gnomes aand the nymphs all on the run

For the Ogre of Elan brought to the hollow his wrath

He was eating everything that came upon his path.

                            

The gnomes, the fairies, and the nymphs too, were forever in flight

For they feared for their lives every time the ogre came in sight

He ate whatever crossed his path nar a thing was sparred

The oaks, the willow and the birch at the Ogre glared.

 

Each time a fairy, gnome or nymph was lost, the willow wept

Being forever in one place, what the ogre took he kept

As the willow wept he asked the oak, “What can we do?

The ogre makes the fairies, gnomes, and nymphs his evening stew.”

 

The oak cried and the tears flowed to his leafy tips

But nar an answer to the willow came from the oaks lips

They birch stood brightly in a hue of white and doth sadly sigh

And then the weeping willow again began to cry.

 

As the ogre past the three in tears he sighted a gnome

A quick flash into his sack, he then took the little fellow home

In his little hut by the path on a stove a pot doth brew

In his sack a little gnome soon to be his stew.

 

“We must some how save them,” said the willow to the birch

Mr. Jay heard all they said, whilst in the oak perched

“I have a friend,” said Mr. Jay, “I will ask him to the Hollow to come

I’m sure my friend Timothy will put the ogre to the run.”

 

The three in leaves all thanked Mr. Jay who was perched

“We’ll wait right here for your return,” said the white birch

Mr. Jay quickly took to the wing as the ogre neared

And Mr. Willow said to the ogre, “Nar more will you be feared.”

 

The Ogre looked up to the weeping willow, a smile upon his face

“Watch your tongue Mr. Droop or I’ll put you in my fireplace”

The willow swayed in the wind, nar another word he spoke

As tears flowed for him no epitaph words will be wrote.

 

The Ogre went on his merry way looking for his evening stew

But nar a fairy, gnome or nymph came into his view

The willow and the birch looked at the old oak tree

“Do you Mr. Acorn; think this Timothy will make us free?”

 

The old oak spoke but in a very sad tone

“If nar then the three of us will warm the ogre’s home”

As they each in turn spoke, Mr. Jay flew through the evening sky

And then dressed in strawberry red, Morning Dew caught his eye.

 

Mr. Jay flew to where Miss Morning Dew stood alone

He then asked, “Morning Dew is Timothy Tuttle at home?”

“Nar I know Mr. Jay for I’ve been on my evening walk

Can you stay awhile so the both of us can talk?”

 

“Nay, nay,” said Mr. Jay, “For Timothy I must seek

For the Ogre in the Hollow, the fairies and gnomes he doth keep

I’m looking for Timothy, for he must come to the Hollow with me”

Morning Dew sensed that right away, Timothy he must see.

 

The Ogre prowled the forest but nar a meal in sight

The birch, the oak and the willow sensed the Ogre’s plight

The oak spoke first and offered acorns from his tree

But the Ogre replied, “Your acorns are nar for me.”

 

“I seek a fairy with wings to make a pot of stew

If I find a gnome or nymph, in the pot with them too

The onions of white from the meadow of emerald green

Stirred in my pot of stew will make for a tasteful scene.”

 

“So keep your nuts that grow upon your branches of brown

I’ll go to the Hollow edge there sits the fairy town

And when my fire needs more wood to you I’ll come and chop

So down the path the Ogre went, with a little skip and a hop.

 

Miss Morning Dew and Mr. Jay made there way to Timothy’s home

When they arrived they found that Timothy was nar alone

Tittle the Turtle and Bunny Bun in the garden whilst Timothy doth toil

They hoed the earth and Timothy watered the black soil.

 

Mr. Jay quickly flew to Timothy’s side and began to speak

The willow, the oak, and the birch hath sent me to seek

You Timothy for they need your help down in the Hollow

I told them about you and that you’re a real brave fellow.

 

“Oh my, oh my, Mr. Jay what can the matter be?”

“You’ll have to come and talk to the leafy three

They say there is an Ogre making his evening stew

And the fairies, gnomes and nymphs are part of his brew.”

 

“I heard their story of woe, whilst in the oak I perched

I heard every word that was said, by the white birch

The willow was a weeping and the oak was crying too

They spoke of the Ogre and what he put in his stew.

 

The Ogre arrived at the fairy town but nar a soul was home

He search every house around but the Ogre was alone

“I’ll go to the cave where the gnomes doth dwell

Because when their stewed they taste just swell.

 

So off the Ogre went to the cave of the gnomes

But all he found when he arrived were their empty homes

He growled in anger for there was nothing to eat for dinner

He didn’t like getting wet; the nymphs lived in the river.

 

The Ogre went back to where the oak, willow and birch stood

Here he told the three, “I need a strong branch of wood

Birch doth bend but it’s strong from you I’ll cut a pole

Then use an acorn from the oak, in its cap I’ll make a hole.”

 

“At the end of the branch of willow, I’ll put the oak nut

Then I’ll blend the willow and the birch with a small cut

The birch my pole, the willow my string and the acorn my bait

Then into the water I’ll lower the nut it will be their final fate”

 

Timothy said to Mr. Jay, “Say nar more, and say nar more

I’m off with you Mr. Jay to complete this chore

Nar another fairy, nymph or gnome will become Ogre stew

Timothy headed down the path overhead Mr. Jay flew.

 

Morning Dew, Bunny Bun and Mr. Tittle the Turtle too

Stood by Timothy’s home and said goodbye to the two

Timothy ran down the path as fast as he could

As Mr. Jay flew above the two entered the wood.

 

Down into the Hollow of the Willows, Timothy and Mr. Jay went

Mr. Jay flew ahead with a message that Timothy now sent

Mr. Jay doth again upon the old oak perch

“Timothy’s on his way,” he told the oak, willow and birch.

 

The oak and the birch said, “Here comes the lad now”

The willow said, “He’s so young, chase of the Ogre how?”

“Fear not Mr. Droop,” said Mr. Jay, “Timothy will complete the chore

And the Ogre that has come to the Hollow will be never more.”

 

The Ogre sat by the river waiting for the birch to bend

For into the river the oak nut doth descend

The Ogre smiled knowing a water nymph would take the bait

But to his disappointment, the oak nut nar their final fate.

 

He stood in anger by the bank and broke his birch rod

He looked into the river and he doth nod

“I know what I’ll do; I know how I’ll get a fairy or two

I’ll just go back into the Hollow, some cutting for me to do.”

 

The willow spoke to Timothy, “I hope you can the Ogre beat”

Mr. Jay replied, “He’ll have him running heavily upon his feet”

“He’s nar so little,” said the oak, “He’s fierce and real mean

He’s something that the Hollow has really never seen.”

 

Timothy smiled and said to the oak, “His fate will be met

Nar another fairy, nymph or gnome will the Ogre get

A silence came upon them all, as down the path the Ogre came

Timothy stepped forward and asked the Ogre his name.

 

The Ogre growled in annoyance, “My name you doth ask

I have no time to chat with you, I’m on a task

“Your nar very polite sir,” Timothy then doth say

“What brings you here Mr. Ogre, what brings you here this day?”

 

“Never mind you silly fool to the tree I’ve come too speak

I’ve come to cut some wood, and they know what I seek”

“You’ll nar take another fairy, nymph or a gnome

I’m here Mr. Ogre to see that you return to your home.”

 

The Ogre laughed loudly and said, “You’ll nar stop me fool

Go home young lad, shouldn’t you be in school?”

Timothy replied with a smile, “I think the fool is you

Nar a fairy, nymph or gnome will be put in your stew.”

 

The Ogre laughed a loudly laugh and said, “Who’ll stop me?”

“I will Mr. Ogre for my name is Timothy!

The fairies, the nymphs and the gnomes too

Will nar again be put in a pot of ogre stew.”

 

Timothy being quick of mind too the Ogre he doth speak

“We are altogether and you Mr. Ogre are alone and weak

Together we will get you for together we are a group

And Mr. Ogre all in the Hollow want to make you into soup.”

 

“The fairies, the nymphs and the gnomes have put a pot too brew

But from Mr. Ogre we will nar make a pot of stew

The Ogre looked at Timothy his eyes in a surprise stare

“You Timothy,” the Ogre said, “Me you doth nar scare.”

 

Just as the Ogre spoke down into the Hollow came

Fairies, nymphs and the gnomes calling the Ogre name

“Mr. Ogre we’ve come for you, into our soup pot

The water has been boiling and it’s steaming hot.”

 

The Ogre looked in surprise and then he took to flight

Down the path out of the Hollow he fled from sight

And Timothy stood in shock as they all called his name

“Timothy, Timothy,” said Mr. Jay, “You doth it again!”

 

“How did they all know I was here Mr. Jay?”

“As you spoke to the Ogre, I flew to where they doth stay

I told the fairies, the nymphs, and the gnomes too

What to the Ogre you had planned to do.”

 

“They all jumped for joy and said let’s go as a group

And help Timothy put the Ogre in a pot of soup”

“Well Mr. Jay,” Timothy said, “You really saved them all

The fairies, the nymphs, the gnomes, and the trees standing tall.”

 

“Thank you Mr. Jay,” said the willow, oak and birch

“Thank you,” said the oak, “Upon me anytime you can perch”

The fairies, the nymphs, and the gnomes thanked Mr. Jay too

They also thanked Timothy for it was he who knew what to do.

 

Timothy and Mr. Jay said goodbye to them all

“If you ever again need our help just give us a call”

“That we’ll do, but let’s hope that we never have too

But please come and visit, yes come the both of you.”

 

“Yes we will,” said Timothy, and then off the two doth strode

Mr. Jay and Timothy doth talk and they walked down the road

Out of the Hollow and down the path, back to whence they came

In the Hollow all there, will remember them both by name.

 End

 

2. The Secret Garden of Elfin Blue

3. The Far Side of Nowhere

Coming soon Books V, Vl, Vll, and Vlll

 

 

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