2 December 2016

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The Never Ending Bed

"Time for bed young man," Mrs P. stated that evening. 

The days events had really taken their toll on young Arnold. Rubbish hippies and teachers with bad teeth were just about all he could handle in 24 hours! Although he was feeling much better, there was still a sense that not all had returned to normal. He felt like he could sleep for a week and mum wasn't best pleased with him!

Arnold opened the bedroom door and looked up at his vast bed. With Arnold being relatively short for a 5 year old, everything seemed large, including his bed. He would always climb in at the bottom and work his way up to find his comfortable pillow. On this occasion the bed appeared extra specially large, and as he climbed in he could see many tunnels leading off in different directions ahead, dark and menacing. He had so many choices. He looked left and right, forward and behind. 

"Which tunnel?" he said aloud. 

After some deliberation he chose to head down the left tunnel. He crawled slowly into the darkness. Wondering what he would find at the end? A monster? A spider? Perhaps even Terry the hippy or Miss Jones's teeth!? He was about to discover. 

He crawled a little further, certain he could see small yellow piercing eyes staring at him. A little shiver went down the back of his spine. He was reluctant to go that way so turned to go back, discovering there were now three new tunnels to head down!

"What now?" Arnold thought. Try one of the three new tunnels? Although where would they lead? Decisions, decisions? He had no option and turned again to head towards the piercing eyes. 

He drew closer and closer, the tunnel becoming brighter as he approached a white screen of light, the eyes had thankfully disappeared. He popped his head out of the hole, discovering that he was halfway up his bed. Far below on the carpet he could see yesterday's underpants, lying next to a pair of smelly socks, its smell rising to greet him. He then looked left and right, his bedroom door far in the distance. 

Suddenly he felt something brush his toes. He giggled a little, but was also a little afraid. Again he felt the tingly feeling on his toes. Arnold had to be brave, so quickly went back under the covers to confront this new foe. He found nothing. Just a number of dark tunnels heading off in all directions. He must have imagined it? 

On he crawled, deeper and deeper into his bed, turning this way and that as each new tunnel came into view. After a short time he could see light far ahead. This time the light was brighter, and he could see there was a large boulder-like object. Up the tunnel he crawled, suddenly arriving into the light. Ahead the boulder had become his pillow, and on the left his favourite teddy bear. Sitting there, smiling at him. His journey had ended in the never ending bed.

"You've made your bed a complete mess," Mrs P stated as she entered his room. "What have you been doing?" Re-arranging the covers and tucking Arnold in, giving him a big sloppy kiss for good measure. Arnold smiled back, clearly all had been forgiven, life was back to normal. Or was it!?

Arnold will return in 2017 with the second half of his adventures. So please keep a look out. Until then I hope you have enjoyed these tales? If so, please leave a comment it would be most welcome, oh and thank you as always for your support. You are amazing. 


1 December 2016

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Miss Jones


"Arnold are you ready?" Mrs P. called up the stairs.

It was the day after the night before the Terry incident. Arnold woke to a spinning head. He had vague memories of what happened the night before, and he wasn't at all keen on getting ready for school. He weakly got out of bed, and stumbled towards the bathroom. Alan brushed past him heading in the opposite direction, laughing as he shut his bedroom door. Arnold slumped to the bathroom floor, too tired to care. Alan had missed out on the 'Terry Incident' as he was at his friend's house playing X-box games.

"Arnold!" Mrs P. called again. She was still fuming about last night and was in no mood to be messed about. "I'll give you five minutes young man. Now hurry up or you'll be late." With that she slammed the front door and sat in the car waiting for him. 

Arnold was more worried about thinking straight in class than a screaming mum! He changed as quickly as he could, and hurried down the stairs, grabbing his bag on his way out. Alan followed closely behind, still chuckling. 

"How's your head squirt?" Alan asked as they climbed into the car.
"That's enough", Mrs P. replied. The car journey was silent thereafter. 

They approached the school gates. An old man, Mr Hargrove the school caretaker waved them through. When the car pulled to a stop Mrs P turned to Arnold.

"Now listen to me Arnold. You are not in my good books at present, so I don't want you doing anything stupid today. Got me?"
"Yes mum," Arnold replied. Stumbling out of the car. His head still spinning.

He wobbled up to the huge glass doors and walked through. Stairs looked like they reached to the stars, corridors never ending. As he stood there daydreaming, he didn't at first feel the hand that was tapping his shoulder. 

"How is little Arnold today?" a caring voice asked. "You look like you are in a dream world. Come on, time to start class." And he was led towards his classroom by Miss Jones, his primary school teacher. Miss Jones was a kind teacher, slightly rounded but with a heart of gold. She cared deeply for the children, and was loved by all. She had one slight problem, well its not a problem, but it did give the children nightmares! You see Miss Jones had rotten teeth, and big black holes where teeth should have been! The children couldn't get Miss Jones teeth or lack of them out of their minds! 

For the first few hours Arnold sat in the classroom in a trance like state. Even the occasional advances of Tammy, a girl who had a crush on him, couldn't awaken him from his stupor. The effects of last night were having a strange effect on the appearance of Miss Jones teeth! They seemed enhanced and he couldn't get them out of his mind. At one point just before lunch Arnold started to have a good chuckle, a consequence of the evening before. The whole class turned and stared at him. Even Miss Jones's smile and rotting teeth had disappeared briefly. Her face now showing anger. Suddenly the class all jumped from their seats, trying to get a view of a now contorted Arnold, rolling around the floor laughing uncontrollably. He was heard mumbling about bad teeth, and that the teeth were attacking him. Everyone just stared, dumbfounded by the scene before them, entertained nevertheless. 

Miss Jones tried to gain some control of the situation, but the scene had deteriorated. A number of the kids had decided this was the perfect distraction to start a fight, which quickly turned into a brawl. A mix of boys and girls in a heap on the classroom floor. Arnold was still laughing, at everything it seemed. Miss Jones was losing her cool, not helped by Arnold repeatedly mentioning her lack of teeth between laughing fits! 

Outside Mr Hargrove was going about his business emptying the bins, when he heard the noise emanating from Miss Jones's classroom. As fast as his old legs could carry him, he ran across to the open classroom window, poking his broom through to try and stop the fight or at least distract the kids. One bright spark tried to pull it away from him, but he was too quick and had pulled the broom away, already making his way to the nearest door. It called for greater action. 

As he entered the classroom, waving the broom around like a sword. Order was soon restored as Mr Hargrove was rather handy with the broom and the mass of children soon retreated. Miss Jones flopped into her chair, exhausted and shaken. Unable to take in what had just happened. It wasn't long before the headmaster arrived, and after a brief meeting with Miss Jones dragged a still laughing Arnold from the room. 

10 Minutes later 

Sitting in Matron's office, she was flummoxed as to why Arnold was laughing, although the effects of whatever it was, were wearing off. Mrs P. was called and when she arrived Arnold had all but recovered from his laughing fit. Miss Jones however hadn't, and was sent home for the afternoon. As were a number of the children who had cuts and bruises from the brawl. It was all rather perplexing, and the Headmaster no matter how he tried couldn't quite explain what had happened. Mrs. P was all too clear on Arnold's state but wasn't in the mood to divulge the reasons at the moment. She dragged Arnold from the office to the waiting car. Terry had a lot to answer for, and she was going to speak her mind when she next saw him. She turned to talk to Arnold but he was already asleep on the back seat. 


30 November 2016

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Terry the Hippy


Every so often Arnold's parents would go for an evening out. Usually to have a break from Arnold's weird and wonderful world,  and his persistent nagging. Terry was their next door neighbour, and was always willing to help out when needed. Terry was a hippy, and he didn't work, so the money came in useful! Money helped him to 'keep up' his hippy ways! Whatever they were. He was in his seventies but the age of the hippy had never deserted him. Terry has long scraggly hear, always wore flared trousers, and beads around his neck. He also played in a pub band called the Parsley Sprigs Progressive Movement. Prog rocks forgotten band! 

"Ok Arnold, Terry is coming to look after you tonight, so be a good boy. Alright?"

"Yes Mum," Arnold replied, anxiety across his face. Arnold thought that whenever Terry babysat, he was always going to turn him into a hippy. Their conversations centred around progressive rock music and other hippy centred themes! Arnold just wanted to talk about cars and trains and other things a five year old would talk about.

The doorbell rang and Arnold, dodging Mr P. took cover behind the sofa. Mr P. stooped his way to the front door and opened it.

"Evening Mr P." Terry said as the door opened, Fingers displaying the peace sign. 
"Thanks Terry, come on in. We'll be back by eleven. If you need anything it all in the kitchen."
"Yeah, peace and love," Terry replied. Mr and Mrs P. hurried out of the door. Arnold was left in the hands of a hippy!

"Right little fella. Where are you? Ready to talk music?" He exclaimed as he threw his plastic bag of old vinyl records on the sofa. "I'll tell you something Arnold. CD's suck. No life in them. LP's are where its at. Rock your socks off boy, yeah, cool."

Arnold had tentatively emerged from behind the sofa. Sitting bravely on the sofa's edge. 

"Now this is an interesting one," Terry stated pulling an old record from the bag. "Emerson, Lake and Palmer, now that's prog!" Arnold sat totally dis-interested. He preferred One Direction. He wanted to talk about his new Thunderbirds toy, but before he could open his mouth Terry was up and in search of the record player. 

"Now kiddo, this is our bands new song. It's only 23 minutes long! Great lyrics man, written by me. "Into the bubble of love / Take the orange sparkling sun to the centre of my heart and kiss the shores of love." Song's called Tales from the Topographic Orange Sun, that lyrics in Part 4 called Shore of Love." Terry said. 

"It's rubbish." Arnold said. 
"Let me explain." Terry continued. And for the next five minutes he read the lyrics. Arnold desperately trying to butt in! 
"You play in a pub band don't you?" He finally managed to say. 
"Pub band it may be Arnold, but we're going places."
"What like the old peoples home." Arnold replied with a chuckle. 
"Yeah well, lets have a listen. Absorb yourself in the sounds of the ocean and that mystical drum beat." 

Suddenly the record kicked in and this awful sound came out of the speakers. Arnold put his fingers to his ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds. Terry was already dancing around the room, doing strange things with his hands and legs. 

Hours seemed to pass by. Arnold sat on the sofa, fingers still in his ears. He wanted to watch TV. 
"Keep it real Arnold." Terry said. ''The bubble of purple love, transcends the barriers to our hearts."' He sang. 'How does it sound?'
"Rubbish," Arnold replied once more. He decided to hide back behind the sofa. Seemed a safer place than in full view of a dancing hippy! 

After the fourth listen, Arnold suddenly started to smell something very strange. It was a unfamiliar smell and as he took a few deep breaths he suddenly felt a little light headed. He peered around the sofa and could see Terry, who was in some kind of trance like state, lying on the floor laughing. Clearly something was wrong. He started to laugh little himself, his head was spinning a little and he started to sing One Direction songs! He laughed and laughed as he sang. Terry sat up at this development and sat watching a 5 year old dancing around the room and singing and laughing at the top of his voice. Terry panicked. He looked at his digital watch. It was nearly 11pm. Mr and Mrs P. would be back soon! What was he thinking. Cursing himself, he tried to stand up, but started laughing and rolled around on the floor. Unbeknown to him Mr and Mrs P. had already returned and as they entered the living room were greeted by a dancing, prancing boy and a rolling hippy in hysterics. 

"Wow Mum, you're groovy." Arnold slurred when he spotted them. 
"ARNOLD!" she screamed.
"Have you heard Terry's latest record. It's rubbish," Arnold said laughing. "Records are the future, yeah cool, man. Hey Dad, you're the funk master!"
'Heavens above, he's turned into Terry!' was all Mr P. could say. 

Arnold was still laughing as he was dragged upstairs to his room. Terry was last seen kneeling, pleading his innocence. Although that seemed to be falling on death ears!

"Terry get out of my house before I ram those records where the sun doesn't shine." Mrs P. shouted as she came down the stairs. Terry, knowing better than to argue, swaggered his way out of the living room and the front door, desperately trying not to chuckle as he did so. 

Arnold on the other hand was asleep, dreaming of dancing hippies and orange gates!? 



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