The Wild Blue Arctic

In my dream, I drifted off to a wonderfully cold place that even warms the chilliest heart.

I ended up in a fantastically glittery Arctic wonderland. The ground consisted of nothing but an icy floor, and I saw all my friends sliding on it - Slomo, Lunar, Thomas, Bluey, Bingo, Mackenzie, Chloe, Honey, Lila, in fact, just about everyone I knew was there. “Come on! Join us!” called Lunar, who skated up to me, took my hand and we proceeded to have some fun sliding with the rest of the gang. WHOOSH! WHIZZ! WHEEEEEEE!! Sliding on the ice was great fun, especially when there’s…

Penguins! But wait - those were not ordinary penguins…they were penguins shaped and lined up like skittles! Everyone gathered around me, chanting my name. Determined, and I ran a few times, then landed on my tummy and slid towards the penguins. CLATTER-CLUNG! The penguins were knocked out flat as that. Everyone gathered round me and started cheering. “Hip hip hooray for skittle penguins!”

But it was then that the penguins unzipped themselves to reveal a most familiar sight. It was none other than the Skittle children from Toytown! “Thank you!” they said enthusiastically, “We simply love being knocked down!”

Suddenly, there was a loud CHOO CHOO! A train was heading towards us. We jumped out of the way just in time, but the Skittle children lined up so the train could knock them over. And when the train did knock them over - CLATTER CLUNG! The skittles fell through the ice.

The whole place began to rumble and shake, and the icy floor broke apart, leaving each of us stranded on our own little ice floes.

Lunar and I just sailed off into the Arctic sunset.

Kiddie Pool

It was a hot Spring afternoon, and beautiful pink blossom petals were dancing onto the garden path. I was swimming in the paddling pool, playing with my rubber duck, while Slomo lay back in his deck chair wearing his shades and sunning himself. I looked up at the cherry blossom tree I was swimming underneath, and decided Slomo would want to have a go too. So, I called: “Come on, Slomo! It’s great!”

Slomo put down his suntan mirrors and wheeled over towards me. He dipped his claw like hand into the water. “Hmmm….feels warm.” he said. Then….SPLASH! I grabbed Slomo and dragged him into the water. Both of us were laughing as we splashed each other, and then, a blossom petal landed on my nose. Slomo and I breathed in deeply. A sweet smell filled the Spring air.

“Is there a Hanami going on far away in Japan?” I asked. “Maybe, but I think to join we may have to go by plane.” said Slomo. “I’ll tell you what - tomorrow, we’ll make some of our own Japanese recipes and have a picnic under the tree. How does that sound?” “Oh Slomo, you are the bee’s knees!” I cried.

So the very next day, after a morning-long cooking session (Slomo’s HK technology was built for this, you know), we went outside into the garden and talked, laughed and shared some beautifully made Japanese food like pancakes and fish-shaped teriyaki, as blossom petals gently fell around us.

Then, Slomo put his hands together and said: “Heiwa.” That’s Japanese for ‘peace’. Not knowing what else to do, I put my own hands together, closed my eyes, and said that very word Slomo was saying, a word to bring unity:

“Heiwa.”

No Water = Dehydration

“Uuuurrrgggh…” I stumbled into the kitchen feeling very gross-looking, with wild hair and dry, red eyes. Slomo was cleaning up when he saw me treading in like a slow giant. “What’s wrong?” he asked, reassuringly. “I’m so dehydrated,” I groaned, “I’ve been taking a nap, but I feel so achy and tired. I have heartburn and indigestion and my head feels like it’s about to explode.” “Looks like you feel dehydrated,” said Slomo, “Come on, let’s get you onto the sofa.”

Slomo carried me over to the sofa and placed me onto its soft surface. He then placed a blanket over me and went into the kitchen. He came back minutes later with an ice pack, a glass of water and some paracetamol. He had snapped the two pills in half, and said, “Here. Take these, it’ll make you feel all better.” I took the pills slowly. “Slomo, you are kind,” I sighed, sinking down into the sofa. “Of course I am,” said Slomo softly, “You need plenty of rest. Without it, where else would you be?”

“I’ve scratched myself,” I said, pointing at some scars on my chest. “Oh dear,” said Slomo, and he went to fetch a tub of soothing cream from the bathroom. He came back with it and applied it to my scar-ridden chest. “That should make you feel all better,” he said.

“Stay by my side, Slomo,” I whimpered, “Just so I could tell you when I’m in pain again.” “Of course I will. I know I’ve got lots more things to do, but don’t worry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.” “Th-th-thank you,” I stuttered.

Slomo stayed by my side, telling stories and singing lullabies, until I smiled and drifted off to sleep.