mushroomrambler

No so long ago, in a place not so different from this one, there lived a girl who cried. She cried and cried every minute of every day. She cried into teaspoons, she cried into saucers, she cried into bath tubs. They say she was swept out of her mother's womb in a flood of tears. Her tears surged out, gushing down her cheeks in rivulets. In time she cried so much that she created a river. Years flew by and the river became an ocean. People from the world over came to view this fascinating spectacle. The girl with no name. No identity but for her tears; the girl who never stopped crying. Spliiissshhhh...splooooosssshhhh...splaaassshhhhh! He

Tissue Boy and Snot Girl were very much in love. He was covered in a beautiful teddy bear print. She was green and luminous. He was from the fancy box with all the other special tissues. She was from an old woman’s crusty nostril. It was a love that knew no bounds. Tissue Boy longed for nothing more than to hold Snot Girl. But fate kept them apart. Then one day, the regular tissues ran out. The old woman was frantic. She was about to sneeze. She got to Tissue Boy just as Snot Girl flew right out of her crusty nostril. He caught her just in time. They were ecstatic to finally be together. I’d like to say they lived happ

Sally Magoo was born at exactly a quarter to two. You can ask the nurse she'll tell you it's true, for Sally Magoo was one in a few. She dreamt of rocks and birds in flocks. She even dreamt of keys and locks. But more often than not she dreamt of her spotted green socks. Every morning when Sally woke, before she ate or before she spoke, she reached under her head to just below her bed and pulled out her favourite little socks. She'd put them on and strut along; playing in them all day long for while she had them things never went wrong. But today was different, today was bad, and Sally sure was very sad. Because today she had looked on t

Barney the barn owl was in a mood so very foul because he wanted to hoot but instead he'd howl. "What's wrong with me? How could this possibly be?" exclaimed the little owl unhappily. So he made up his mind, hoping to find another owl to help him out of this awful bind. So Barney went to see Fred. But alas he realised, filling with dread, that his dear old friend lay sick in bed, a horrid fever upon his head. Next went Barney to see his friend Peach. Perhaps, just maybe, hooting was something that she could teach. He looked for her high and he looked for her low, flying by her nest to and fro. But try as he might he couldn't find Peach, f

Simon you see was as sad as could be. For when he was three he'd slipped on a pea. He'd fallen down flat, right into a vat of the thickest yellow paint. From that day on, Simon simply shone. For the poor little fellow was indeed bright yellow. The other elephants they pointed at the Simon, "He's so shiny", they said, "like a great big diamond." Wherever it was that Simon did go, the entire space he'd set a-glow. Poor Simon just wanted to hide; being yellow had really hurt his pride. So it was that he went to find, somewhere for him to calm his mind. A place where he couldn't be seen, where elephants weren't quite so mean. Simon tri

My Flamingo Baby: A spectacularly artful tale of friendship, betrayal and murder. One beautiful spring day, in an unknown country that was a strange mix between India and Australia, stood a turquoise flamingo shivering in the light breeze that gently blew across the surface of the beach. Still a stranger to the world he had been deserted by his parents who had taken one look at him, tried to blame each other and then finally decided that this was something they just couldn't live with. Flamingos just weren't supposed to be turquoise. About the same time Prince Matthew and Princess Ayesha had just embarked on another senseless quest, convinc