Bandit's Little Hero

Bandit's gentle hands touch Bingo's fur.

By The Fire

One night in the peaceful cave where we always slept (this was during my baby years), Lady Penelope lay on her mossy nest overlooking me as I slept by the fire, sound and peaceful. She gazed into the bright flames of the fire as they danced a ritualistic dance of their ancestors, which brought fire to the early humans that became my species. Lady Penelope knew she had to keep me safe and protected from any danger, and she did a good job, without being too overprotective and more sensing.

Lady Penelope took me in her arms and began to sing to me a soft, ancient lullaby, passed down from generation to generation in her primal, natural family. Now she was all alone, but with me, she had nothing to fear. She had someone which will keep her company for all time - me. Her baby. Her daughter. A future protector of nature, just like her - a woman who trusts her instincts towards living peacefully in nature, just like those who came before her. My skin was soft against her thin, comforting arms, and, hugging me close to her chest, Lady Penelope whispered: "I'll always love you, my little burning flame."

When We Were Babies

Inspired by the Teletubbies episode 'Little Baby'.

A poem about a few of the characters and stars from BBC Kids as babies, and how they have learnt a lot since the day they are born.

One Chilly Night

It was a cold, dark night in December. The snow was falling gently around the Creighton-Ward mansion, and Lady Penelope was fast asleep with her baby (me) by her side. However, when she reached out to take my tiny hand, her eyes flew open with astonishment. I felt very, very cold. I was even shivering and whimpering in fear, because I was as chilly as a penguin on a desert island.

“Oh, oh….is my baby darling all cold?” asked Penelope softly. “Don’t worry, little one, there’s no hurry. I’ll make you all better again.” She took a soft, fluffy blanket from the drawer and wrapped it around me just tight enough to make me warm and comfortable, then she took me in her arms and cradled me softly in the Winter silence. “The Winter chill won’t nip at you now, darling,” whispered Penelope softly. “I’m here, I’m here…sssshhhhhh, ssssshhhhhhh, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Penelope cradled me in my arms softly and surely, whispering reassuring words in my ear as the soft sound of Parker’s snoring came from the other room. She was keeping me safe and warm, protected from the Winter chill. The more reassuring words she gave me, the more comfortable I felt.

At last, she settled me down next to her and lay on her soft, comfortable bed once again. She kissed me goodnight and whispered, “May the cold ne’er harm you tonight, my child.” She yawned a soft, gentle yawn and snuggled right down to sleep, knowing in the full point that I was safe and warm, protected from the cold air outside.

Hopefully tomorrow, Parker will sort out the heating so we can be warm and safe all night long - things like that are so expensive these days.

A Poem About Being A Newborn By Purple Ronnie

Being a newborn means laziness
It means you're babied a lot more
Lady Penelope likes to care for me
While a warm breeze blows through the door.

New Beginnings

I remember when I was a baby.

I remember when Lady Penelope took care of me.

She was so loving and gentle.

She is like a mother to me.

Yet, she is still my big sister.

She’d cuddle me for hours on end.

She’d tickle me and make me giggle.

She’d whisper reassuring words into my ears.

She’d tell me some soothing stories.

She’d play peekaboo with me.

We’d play hide and seek together.

That was when I learnt to crawl.

When it was breakfast time, she’d feed me porridge.

The porridge tasted very nourishing.

Especially when it has milk in it.

Parker loved me too.

He’d fall asleep in his chair.

He’d wake to me asleep on his lap.

“There’s a little baby on me knees.”

“That baby is my sister, Parker.”

Parker would smile and start tickling me.

He would stroke me too.

Often, he would play games with me.

He would tickle me and pretend to be a little mouse.

But my love was dedicated to my sister.

She was tender and soft towards me.

We always play and spend time together.

She always keeps me protected and safe.

But most of all, she loves to give me a soft hug.

Hugs are my thing.

I love you, Penelope.

“And I love you too, darling.”

I’ll always remember that.

If You Had Wings...

Lady Penelope tells my baby self a story about flying with silky, glittery, colourful wings across the valley.

Protection

Lady Penelope protects like a mother.

Tired Eyes

Don't cry so, darling. I'm here.

Sister's Touch

Lady Penelope applies lotion to me.

Upstairs Downstairs

Quiet upstairs and noisy downstairs.

Water Baby

The ocean deep is our cradle.

My Little Blossom

Cradled in blossom, Penelope and me.

Night Touch - Music

A gentle, quiet lullaby tune with only a glockenspiel and a soft female voice gently humming along to the music.

Bath For Two - Music

This piece of music has a soft, cuddly and comforting feel, with sounds of water splashing and a symphonic piano playing a soft, melodic piece.

Clouds For You - Music

The music for this story has to be as soft and as cuddly as possible, with squeaky toys making the rhythm and the gentle sound of trotting hooves.

Night Touch

Whispered words on a dark night.

Bath For Two

Sharing a bath is so soothing.

Tropical Sisterhood

A tropical island just for us.

Clouds For You

Lady Penelope climbs into the sky.