Easter With Pamchetta

Have you met my friend Pamchetta? You’re doing it now. He’s not one of my friends at school, neither is he one of my friends at the local playground. He’s my imaginary friend. He’s a brown cartoon rabbit. He has a pink, heart-shaped nose, a pink sparkly overcoat and two large feet with yellow toes. We always like to hang out together when I’m at school during break time, at home during free time and sometimes I like to whisper secrets to him when I go to sleep at night. However, there’s one downside - I have autism, which means I am sensitive to loud noises and have meltdowns whenever I feel overwhelmed or agitated. Whenever I have meltdowns, Pamchetta gives me his favourite purple rubber hippo to squeak until I feel better. Mum would ask me, “Who gave you this purple hippo?” and I would say, “It was Pamchetta!”

Pamchetta and I love Easter. Pamchetta claims he was born on Easter, surrounded by a stable full of cows and sheep and rabbits and chicks. This is similar to the birth of baby Jesus, only it is set at Easter. And we all know that Jesus was resurrected on Easter, right? Maybe. Pamchetta was born on Easter, and was given his first chocolate bunny as a present. He ate it all down in one big gollup! He has a sweet tooth, which means he can eat any chocolate that is in our fridge or what we have at birthdays or Christmas. Sometimes, he throws chocolates into the shopping trolley when Mum and I aren’t looking. “It was Pamchetta!” I’d yell. “Well, tell Pamchetta to put them back, we don’t want any chocolate on this list today.” My mum would say. Mum would pretend Pamchetta was there, and everyone thought he was real, even my teacher at school.

One day, I was very nervous. I was going to the shopping centre with Mum to meet the Easter Bunny for the first time. The only trouble was, I’ve heard terrible rumours about children who have been scared by the Easter Bunny upon first encounter. You’ve seen the photos of children crying as they sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap, haven’t you? Not me. Everything was about the change the way I see that white fluffy-tailed legendary figure forever.

“Pamchetta, I’m afraid,” I whimpered. “Of what? Have your shoelaces turned into spaghetti again?” asked Pamchetta. “No, not that. It’s just that I’ve never met the Easter Bunny before.” “The Easter Bunny is my cousin. You’ll grow to like him, I promise. Oh! Maybe we could do some training to practice asking the Easter Bunny what you want for Easter this year!” He turned confused. “What do you want for Easter by the way?” “A Barbie Dreamtopia Unicorn Pet Playset,” I replied. “Unicorns? I love unicorns! Better worth asking the Easter Bunny for a ride on one then!” “How can you train me to become an Easter Bunny tamer?” I asked. “Well, first, we have to go back to basics. I’ll pretend to be the Easter Bunny, and you pretend to ask me what you want for Easter this year.”

Pamchetta sat on the sofa and I sat on his brown, furry lap. Pamchetta cleared his throat and said, in a jolly and cartoony Bugs Bunny-like voice, “What do you want for Easter this year, kid?” I responded, “A Barbie Dreamtopia Unicorn Pet Playset.” “Good!” cried Pamchetta, clapping his paws. “Now let’s try it with one of your toy bunnies.” Pamchetta ran upstairs and sorted through my toybox. Teddies, dolls and squeaky toys flew in all directions, until he found Arnold, my beloved plush bunny. He raced downstairs like an electronic lightning bolt and put him on the sofa. He leapt up onto the sofa and said, in a squeaky voice, “So, Olivia, what do you want for Easter this year?” I said again, “A Barbie Dreamtopia Unicorn Pet Playset.” Pamchetta and I were repeating this over and over again, until we were laughing and fist-bumping each other over such a repeated victory. That is, until I heard my mum calling, “Olivia! Time to go!” “This is your chance, kid,” said Pamchetta, “Go for it!”

At the shopping centre, I had my yellow ear defenders on whilst I waited in a big huge queue of children who were longing to meet the Easter Bunny. He was a tall, white figure in a stripy green-and-blue waistcoat who sat on a throne surrounded by yellow and pink pastel Easter eggs. I waited and waited as child after child told the Easter Bunny what they wanted this year. I looked around and saw Pamchetta standing near the escalator picking his teeth with a small bamboo toothpick, waiting for my turn.

When it was my turn, I sat on the Easter Bunny’s lap and stared into his huge plastic cartoony eyes. I looked around and saw Pamchetta wearing a producer’s headset and holding up cue cards like someone filming a TV show. “What do you want for Easter this year, Olivia?” asked the Easter Bunny. I gulped, thinking of what I was going to say. Then I looked at Pamchetta’s cue card and said loudly and clearly, “I would like a Barbie Dreamtopia Unicorn Pet Playset, please. Thank you, Mr Easter Bunny.” “Smile!” said a brightly-dressed camerawoman wearing white bunny ears as she took a picture of me and the Easter Bunny. I leapt off his leap and waved. “Bye, Easter Bunny!”

Pamchetta was jumping up and down wearing a party hat and throwing confetti in the air. “You did it, you did it, you did it!” he shouted, and blew into a party squeaker. “Okay, not so loudly, I think I’m sensitive to noises,” I said. “Okay, so I’ll use…” said Pamchetta, and brought a cowbell out of his waistcoat. He rang it loudly and clearly. Mum and I continued shopping, and at one point when we were shopping at the local clothes shop, Mum asked, “I heard someone ringing a cowbell earlier. Was that you making all that noise?” “No, mum, it was Pamchetta! It really definitely is Pamchetta!” I cried.

The next morning was Easter morning. I woke up, and found a bright purple basket at the end of my bed. It was lined with green fake grass and littered with Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies. One thing caught my eye. Something I wished I’ve wanted for a long time…a Barbie Dreamtopia Unicorn Pet Playset! “IT’S THE UNICORN PET PLAYSET!” I shouted, “Pamchetta, come down here this minute!” Pamchetta was sleeping in a hammock, and my shouting made it spin so he fell onto the floor. He looked at my basket. “Wowee! Kazowee! I think I’m in chocolate heaven!” He took a chocolate bunny, ripped off the paper and stuffed it into his mouth. “And I’m in Heaven thanks to my new playset. The Easter Bunny granted my wish alright,” I said. Pamchetta and I laughed as we shared a fist bump, and then continued to enjoy our Easter treats. All the while, a funny white rabbit wearing a green-and-blue waistcoat was watching through the window. He turned around and clicked his fingers, and in a flash of sparkling pink light, he was gone.

THE END.

Baby Chloe

Hi! I’m Chloe. I would like to tell you of the time I first met Bluey as a baby. It all started one day in my bright blue seaside-themed nursery. My mum came in just as I was waking up. “Good morning, Chloe.” she said. I couldn’t speak yet, so I just waved my fists in happiness. My mum then sniffed the air. A stinky smell drafted straight into her nostrils. “Poo! Someone’s stinky. Time for a nappy change,” she said. She picked me up and took me out of my cot, and placed me on the changing me. She took off my dirty blue environmental nappy, powdered and wiped me and then placed a clean blue nappy with white spots on it. I looked a little embarrassing as a baby without a nappy on, but I have grown up a lot.

Next, we had breakfast. We had it downstairs in the kitchen. It took my dad a long time to wake up, as he was still in bed. Mum was pretending to be an aeroplane, making my blue plastic spoon fly into my mouth. Some of my food dribbled down my chin, but I still enjoyed this mashed up fruity treat. At last, my dad came in with his morning paper under his arm, feeling very tired. “Morning, love,” said my dad. “Still up all night cradling Chloe to sleep?” asked my mum. “Should I ever,” said my dad, “I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.” “Well, someone has to look after Chloe when she cries in the middle of the night. Why not splash some cold water on your face? That always makes me feel better when I’ve had a rough night.” “Oh! Yeah, right,” said my dad, and instantly he ran up to the kitchen sink, ran the cold tap and splashed some freezing cold water on his face, like his nose was on fire. I saw this and clapped delightedly, laughing and squealing. “Look - Chloe loves that.” I smiled. “We should film this and put it on Youtube.” “Must…extinguish…face fire…” puffed Chloe’s dad in exhaustion.

For the next hour, my mum let me watch the fish in our fish tank. All the fish looked so big and the water was so wavy and splashy. She had to hold me up because I was too small to stand up just yet. I reached out to touch the glass, and it felt like I could go right through the tank and stroke the fish, like the tank had watery walls and the fish would fly out and swim slowly around the house. “Look at all the fishies!” said my mum. She made bubbling noises like a fish, and turned her paw into a fish, making it swim along beside me and nibbling gently on my side. I once saw a programme all about classical music, and one of the kids who was going on the adventure made an excellent fish impression. I also remember they were chased by a squid. The squid looked really scary, and I was crying, so mum had to put on another programme about a blue bear and a yellow rabbit.

Later, we went to the park. I enjoyed watching people playing in the playground with their kids, ducks splashing in the pond and kites floating in the breeze. Mum would point them out and pretend the kites were beautifully coloured birds coming from the rainforest. “There’s a parrot, Chloe. It goes, “Polly wanna cracker?”” I tried to flap my arms like a parrot. Suddenly, I saw some people I never met before. There were two families - one had two dogs that were blue, and another was orange. The other was an entirely human family - well, almost, four of them were human. No, five! I heard the fifth one, a teenage boy, was a werewolf, but as I got older, I found out he could turn into a werewolf whenever he got angry. There were three vampires, a half-dog, a leech, and two Egyptian mummies. They were waving hello to us as we came and sat down on the bench. Mum placed me on the picnic rug beside the blue puppy and the strange little human baby. I stared at them in confusion. Were they friendly?

“This is Chloe,” said my mum, “Isn’t she sweet? It took her Dad ages  to get up. Been helping soothe Chloe to sleep again.” “We can totally relate to you, Layla,” said the young girl’s mum, “Sybil’s been crying all night too, but luckily Luke here is an expert at soothing her to sleep. She’s even been soothed when he changed her nappy.” Luke? Was that the boy’s real name? And why is the girl named Sybil? “I totally love her. I love her as much as a game of Zombie Kickboxer.” said Luke. “We never play it in front of Sybil, because we might bash her face.” said the young vampire. “Resus!” hissed his mother, “Be nice. We have company.” Resus? His name was Resus? After some blood thingy? “Children these days. It’s so nice to see how they grow up across the years. In their first years you see them playing with stacking rings and spitting out milk and clapping along to nursery rhymes, but as they get older, screens is all they get attached to.” said the orange dog, who was named Chilli.

She then pointed to the blue puppy. “Bluey, this is Chloe.”  she introduced. This orange haired woman, called Sue, knelt down to Sybil. “This is Chloe, Sybil. Say hello.” Sybil reached out a hand to wave, but she fell flat on her stomach. We all laughed and laughed and laughed. “Such a nipper!” laughed the large blue dog, named Bandit, “Despite all my clumsy mistakes, there’s more to her than making me kneel on an animal sound book.” “I’ll play with the babies!” said Luke, “I’m an expert with little kids.” “Why don’t you play with Chloe and Sybil?” asked mum. “Always,” said Luke. “But what about us?” asked Resus. “We want to play with the babies too!” said the mummy, whose name was Cleo. “Now, kids, let Luke play with the babies. You two play with Bluey.” “Bluey is as Bluey does.” said Resus sarcastically. “I’ll help!” said Bandit.

Luke took me and Sybil to the pond. There were lots of ducks floating about, and fish swimming in the water. Luke took off his shoes and socks, and dipped his feet into the water. Luke’s socks gave a dreadful pong, but I placed one of his socks on my ears, pretending a sock puppet had attached itself onto my ear. “Uh oh, looks like the stinky sock parasite has emerged from your body,” laughed Luke, and took the sock off my ear. He put it on his hand and pretended it was a snake, hissing that he didn’t want a bath and wanted to bite someone on the bum. It then decided that it wanted to tickle, so he tickled me first, then he tickled Sybil, who laughed the loudest. He held us over the water up to our ankles and sang ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5’ as we waited for fish to come and tickle our toes. When they did, we wiggled our toes furiously, laughing. Luke turned his hand into a fish, and made it swim along beside us. He introduced us to the ducks, and made quacking noises. He ran into the distance and began pretending to be a duck, waddling like a chicken and pretending to nibble bread.

Suddenly, Resus and Cleo ran in, Resus holding Bluey in his arms. “Is it our turn now?” asked Cleo. “Yeah, we’ve had our time with Bluey, when is it our turn?” Luke concerned a moment. He looked at me. He looked at Sybil. He looked at Resus. He looked at Bluey. He looked at Cleo. Then he sighed, and said, “Fine. We’ll share the babies.” Now, Luke had Sybil, Cleo had me and Resus had Bluey. We held piggyback races, we played on the swings, we played a cheeky game of hide and seek and peek-a-boo and took off all our shoes and socks and dipped them in the pond all together. It was so much fun, that I never even wanted to leave.

At sundown, it was time for us to go home. As Mum took me back to the car, I waved goodbye to my new friends, a frown plastered on my face like a builder put pink plaster on it. On the way home, my mum said to me from the front of the car, “Don’t worry, Chloe, we’ll see your new friends tomorrow. They’ll meet up there.” When we got home, we watched a documentary about whales on the TV. Those whales were so beautiful, I could watch them all day. I turned to the fish tank, with our fish swimming about. Then I turned to the window, with the sun setting in the cocktail orange sky, and some cockatoos flying back to their nests. I closed my eyes and pictured me and my mum swimming under the sea with our whale family. I wasn’t wearing a nappy at all, so I was free to be at one with the sea. It was just like those motivational images of mothers and babies swimming together in the sea.

Then I opened my eyes and it was bathtime. I was sitting, surrounded by lots of frothy bubbles and my squeaky whale toy, as my mum washed me with my baby bath gel. She popped bubbles and made them fly in the air, taking handfuls of bubbles and blowing them. I popped them and tried clapping my hands to reach them. I kicked my little legs in the water and laughed and squealed. I once splashed mum and she laughed too, splashing me a little bit. When I got dried, she wrapped a red towel around me so that I felt like a little underage superhero. Once, my dad came in and said, “Hey hey hey, it’s a superbaby!” and picked me up, making me fly around the room. The amount of warm air made my fur fluff up, so my mum had to use a hairdryer and brush to straighten it again.

Later on, she tucked me into my cot and kissed me goodnight. She whispered into my long ear: “I promise we could see Bluey again. Maybe Sybil. But no matter who we meet, the most important person in your life is me.” She went out of the room, took one last look at me, and turned off the light. I fell fast asleep, and began to dream my first dreams. My ones of playing with Bluey and Sybil and Luke and all his siblings, who I know will be my friends forever.

I.B.F.Fs: Forever My Sister

FADE IN:

EXT. FLOWER FIELD. DAY.

Sophie and Zura race along the field, laughing and playing tag amongst the falling rose petals. All the while, we hear Sophie narrate:

SOPHIE

(VO)

This is me with my sister, Zura. Zura and I make a great team. No, wait: make it a perfect sisterly pair. We are the best of friends, and we live together, snuggled in the safe, golden suburbs of our pyramid home.

Sophie hides behind a blossom tree. Zura screeches to a halt, and then looks around for her little sister, while she peers out from behind the tree, giggling.

SOPHIE

(VO, cont’d)

Zura and I do everything together, whether it’s playing tag on days like this or going to the park. We love each other more than Zura loves her friends at school. I know that every child is unique, but since she’s covered in bandages, Zura stands number one in my list of friendship trophies.

Sophie leaps out from behind the tree and tackles Zura to the ground, both of them plummeting into the grass below and lying sprawled out, head to head, laughing as butterflies flutter around them. The butterflies cover the screen and fly off, leading us to:

EXT. PARK - PLAYGROUND. DAY.

Sophie and Zura race in with Zura’s father Palm and spot the great big blue slide nearby.

SOPHIE

(VO)

One day, Zura and I went to the park. We spotted the slide and figured out if we could slide down.

ZURA

Come on, Sophie, race you to the slide!

SOPHIE

Not if I could beat you to it first!

The two girls laugh as they race towards the slide. Zura climbs up and slides down, and Sophie follows.

ZURA

Wheeeeeeee!!

Sophie just sits at the top of the slide, looking down nervously. SHe is feeling really scared.

ZURA

Come on, Sophie, give it a try!

SOPHIE

Erm…er…I..I can’t.

ZURA

You can’t?! Are you serious?!

SOPHIE

Yeah, I guess. I’ve never been down the big slide before.

ZURA

Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.

SOPHIE

(nervously)

I don’t think I can…

ZURA

I’ll catch you! Just be truthful to yourself. I promise.

Sophie concerns a minute, then slides down, crashing into Zura and landing on her bottom. Sophie begins crying loudly. Palm rushes into frame.

PALM

What’s the matter? Oh, Zura, you should’ve told me.

ZURA

Sorry, dad, Sophie was a bit too scared.

SOPHIE

I want to go home! I want to go hooome!

PALM

(sighs in irritation)

Oh my.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BACK OF CAR. AFTERNOON.

Sophie sits in her car seat crying, while Zura strokes her hair and comforts her.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREETS - THE NEXT DAY.

Sophie and Zura walk hand in hand across the streets towards the Wheelers’ house.

SOPHIE

(VO)

It had been almost a day since I hurt my bum, so as a little treat, Zura decided to take me to see the Wheelers. They’re a kindly old couple who set up face paint stands at school fairs, in case you’re wondering.

SOPHIE

I wonder how Mrs Wheeler would paint my face?

ZURA
Like a lion!

SOPHIE

Or a tiger?

ZURA
That’s a bit borrowing, isn’t it?

SOPHIE

Borrowing? This isn’t some copyrighted programme starring a cartoon dog, you know!

EXT. MR & MRS WHEELER’S HOUSE - DAY.

The two approach the front door, and Sophie knocks. Mr and Mrs Wheeler, a kindly old zebra couple, open the door and are delighted to see them.

MR WHEELER
Fancy seeing you here.

MRS WHEELER
What are you doing here?

SOPHIE

We’ve come for a visit!

ZURA
It was my idea. Sophie landed on her bum on the slide yesterday, so I thought it might be great if we went to visit you.

MRS WHEELER

Ah, good. Now come on in, I’ve got the face paints set up.

SOPHIE

Yay!

The two enter the house.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. WHEELERS’ LIVING ROOM. DAY.

Mrs Wheeler sits on her comfy pink chair with Sophie sitting on a green stool in front of her table, which is lined with colourful face paints.

MRS WHEELER

Now, how would you like your face painted? Lion or dragon?

ZURA

(O.S.)

Oh yes, Memphiles is looking forward to seeing me next week.

Sophie looks around and sees Zura talking with Mr Wheeler.

MR WHEELER

Seems like you haven’t seen Memphiles for years and years. Back in my day, people kept in touch with close relatives during the war via paper and pens.

ZURA

Ever since I was mummified and shipped away to Britain, I’ve been waiting ages to see him again. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I walk into his pyramid!

Sophie races in between Mr Wheeler and Zura, yelling:

SOPHIE

ZURA!

MR WHEELER
What? I’ve never heard such outrageous behaviour!

SOPHIE

Is it true that Zura’s leaving?!

MR WHEELER

We’ve just been talking about it.

ZURA

(a beat, then, sadly)

Yes, it’s true, I’m going away for two weeks.

Sophie feels downhearted. She sits on her stool and Zura sits next to her, comforting her.

ZURA
There there there, Sybs. It’ll be okay. Just be brave, develop courage and put up a stiff upper lip, just for those two weeks, until I return home. You can write to me if you want.

SOPHIE

Really?

ZURA

Yes. Just trust me.

SOPHIE

I hope I won’t trust you like I did when I fell off the slide.

ZURA

This is different. Sophie, coping without siblings takes a long time, but eventually, you’ll get used to them. Promise me you’ll be brave for me?

SOPHIE

Promise.

The two share a warm, snuggly hug.

MRS WHEELER

Well, this takes me back to my own grandmother’s house.

SOPHIE

Zura, there’s one more thing we need to do before you spend your last night here for now…

CUT TO:

INT. WHEELER’S LIVING ROOM - A FEW MOMENTS LATER. DAY.

Mrs Wheeler finishes painting Zura’s face with green face paint and white and dark green bits. Sophie’s face is already painted with yellow paint, almost like a lion. Once she finishes, she holds up a large handheld mirror to both their faces.

MRS WHEELER
What do you think?

ZURA/SOPHIE

Wow!/Chique!

MRS WHEELER
Now, can you give me a big, loud roar?

Both sisters take a deep breath, and…

SOPHIE/ZURA

RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR!!!

The two giggle and hug again.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WHEELER’S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

Sophie and Zura exit the house and wave goodbye to the Wheelers as they walk off into the sunset.

SOPHIE

(VO)

I knew I did something right, and from that moment on, I learned that I can cope without my sister by my side. When the day came, it was a day I won’t forget.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TRAIN STATION. DAY.

Sophie approaches Zura in happy tears, and shares one last hug with her. Zura sobs, and Sophie reaches into her pocket, taking out a friendship bracelet. Zura takes the bracelet and winds it around her arm, smiling. The two let go of each other’s hands, and Sophie runs away, wildly waving goodbye to Zura.

INT. BACK OF FAMILY CAR. DAY.

Sophie looks out the back window and waves goodbye wildly at Zura as her mother drives off into the sunset.

THE END.

The Memory Book Activity Guide

1.Ask the children to bring in photos of happy memories they spent with their parents or families, or when they were at school.

2.Tell the children that memory books are vital for keeping important memories like happy ones or sad ones.

3.Give each child a copy of the Bluey Memory Book activity page.

4.Ask them to stick their photos into the pages they were given.

5.Ask the children to put themselves in Hudson’s shoes. He is a foster child who had a bad start in life, but now is living a happy life thanks to Angel, his foster mother. Ask them the following questions:

• What is it like to be a foster child?

• Have any of you experienced a difficult situation in your family?

• All our families are different. What makes us one great family?

• Which of your friends act like family to you?

6.Explain to your class that you are now going to create a group photo using photos of them and their friends. Lay out a big piece of sugar paper on the table and ask them to stick these photos wherever they fancy on the page. Give them pictures of Bluey to stick around them.

7.Wrap up the exercise by reading The Memory Book to your class, then asking them how they felt when they heard the story being read to them.

The Memory Book

“He should’ve never been born!” cry my parents from the other room as I watch on in fear. My father is drinking again. Dad’s been going down to the pub ever since I turned 2. He started hitting my mother, calling her ‘fat’ and ‘useless’. My mum has a brilliant body, yet she’s still trying to keep in shape with her diet plan. She’s been trying hard not to eat any cakes or sweets, as she had a proper diet of protein foods before she gave birth to me. Then Mum started hanging out with this other man named Ron, and Dad couldn’t take it anymore. He committed suicide while I was at preschool, and when I got back, the first thing I saw was my dad, hanging by a noose in his room. Mum couldn’t take it anymore, so she phoned care, and there I was in a care home. I lived there for five years, and the other kids would refuse to be my friend. They wouldn’t even let me share the toys and snacks they had in the home. ‘Huddy Nuddy’ they would call me sometimes. One time, a brash older girl called me ‘Huddy Nuddy’ right in front of my face. I was so angry that I punched her in the face, so I had to be sent to my room. In fact, I was locked away for a whole week, with only my soft Bluey toy to keep me company. They brought me food in trays, and they never even let me go to school.

However, a ray of hope came when I turned 7. My social worker found this lovely woman called Angel, and they arranged for her to be my foster mother. I was glad to be out of this bewildering foster home prison. I ended up in this lovely house, with velvet curtains and pure white sofas and a bedroom of my very own. There was a fishtank on the bedside table with little goldfish swimming about, football posters hung up on the walls, Manchester United and Aston Villa and others, and soft toys of Mickey Mouse and Winnie The Pooh on my crisp blue bed. Angel was a tall, thin woman with blonde hair, pink lips and sapphire green eyes. There was also a TV in my room so I could watch Bluey. I took my Bluey toy with me when I transitioned into the care home, then into my new home. Bluey was the only comfort I could take in my life, as everyone in the care home was very annoying and loud and often laughed at me. Bluey featured simple lessons of friendship and family, and I try hard not to cry at the episodes where Bluey made a new camping friend or baby Bluey took her first steps towards Chilli. However, I do shed a tear thinking of my old mum - now that she’s with Ron, they’ve moved about somewhere, living in a flat and smoking fags over the loss of their dear son. Mum’s thinking of me too.

Years passed, and I made lots of new friends, and I’ve even been to a brand new school. Angel and I have made lots of memories together, and when I reached the age of 12, I had already started secondary school. “It’s time.” said Angel as she went into my room. I was sitting on my bed playing my Fifa ‘22 video game on my Playstation. I switched off the games console and and TV and swivelled round to face my foster mother. “Time for what?” I asked. “For me to return to the foster home?” My eyes filled up with tears. I didn’t want to go back to that dreadful place, neither did I want to get teased by those…those kids I used to call ‘my friends’. I couldn’t go to my old school either, because it was miles away. I dropped the game controller and ran to Angel, pounding my fists on her legs. “No! No, no!” I sobbed, “Please don’t take me back to the foster home! They’ll bully me and call me fat and everything!” Angel just laughed. “Why would I want to take you back to the foster home? Listen: we’re going to make a memory book of all the times you spent with me. Your Aunt Matilda is coming to visit tomorrow, and I want to remind her of all the times I spent with you as a foster mother. It’s lucky I printed out some photos I took with my phone, so you’ll know which ones go where.” I wiped away my tears and smiled. “Can Bluey help too?” I asked. “Yes, Bluey can help.” smiled Angel.

I ran downstairs and heard the whirring and whizzing of the printer as Angel printed out the Bluey memory book from my favourite show’s official website. Then we sat at the table with some Pritt Sticks and turned to the first page. I saw a line of blue, pink and yellow balloons and bunting, with a duck cake on the corner of the page. I smiled remembering. Bandit had tried to make the duck cake for Bingo’s birthday, but was on the verge of failing until Bluey cleaned up his mess. My favourite part of the episode was the montage of Bandit making the duck cake and Bluey cleaning up her zoo hospital. Angel took out a photo from the box and I saw a photo of me at 8, sitting at the table of a birthday party at my friend Wesley’s. We were all wearing red and yellow party hats, and a Spider-Man cake was placed right in the middle of the table. Wesley loved Spider Man, as he was his favourite Marvel superhero. He told me he wanted to be an actor for Marvel Studios someday, but that was at school. I remembered all the Spider-Man decor in his house, all the happy noises and all the party squeakers blowing. I got him a new Snuggle Up Chase plush, as he also likes Paw Patrol. When we played Pass The Parcel, there were multiple Spider Man wrappers leading to a Marvel Superhero Bubble Blower. The birthday tea was among delicious. We had sausage rolls, pork cocktail sausages, grapes, bananas and delicious Spider Man and Paw Patrol cupcakes. When the Spider Man birthday cake was laid out, everyone sang Happy Birthday and clapped loudly as Wesley blew out his red candles. Everyone got a piece, and I had to chow down on it. I never had a birthday cake this scrumptious before.

Angel and I turned over the next page, and it was lined with blades of wavy green grass, with Rusty and Jack dressed in their ‘Army’ attire. Army is the one I don’t cry through, and I like to spot all the little details that happen to the other kids at Rusty’s school, like Mackenzie sitting alone on the hill and Bluey and Honey gazing at the water trough. The next photo Angel took out was of me in my school uniform, with my Bluey backpack over my shoulder. I remembered my first day at my new school. I was so nervous I wanted to go home, but then this girl called Aliyah came up to me. She had brown, flowing hair and was wearing the same uniform as me, with pink, sparkly shoes like she’d been to Oz to retrieve them or something. She was wearing a Barbie backpack over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be nervous,” she said, “I was nervous too, until Mum said I could make some new friends.” “I’m Hudson,” I introduced. “You must be..er…” “Aliyah?” asked the girl, and she giggled shyly. I reached out a hand nervously. Aliyah reached out her own hand and held mine. We then skipped off through the school gates as I waved goodbye to Angel. I spent the whole day with Aliyah and came top in all my lessons. I didn’t mind making mistakes, especially when I spilled my lunchtime mug of milk all down my shirt and everyone in the dining hall laughed. I went into the changing room and found a new shirt right then and there. I told Angel all about it, and she just laughed and said, “Oh Hudson, those pupils do know your sense of humor. You should grow up to be a comedian someday.”

When Angel turned over the next page, I saw no sign of Bluey or her friends or family anywhere, but instead a huge monorail train that zipped over the page like it was in the famous Superman phrase. Angel held up another photo for me to see, this time it was of me with my Aunt Matilda and Angel. I remembered my first Summer away from my new school. Angel packed the car and we went off to Aunt Matilda’s house for a Summer visit. The drive was long, and there were various stops on the way to feel sick or use the toilet, but Angel didn’t mind. She knew what was best for me, as I was her foster son. Angel always wanted a child, but suffered fertility, which means she didn’t want something she always wanted in her life. I’ve heard the Bluey episode ‘Onesies’ dealt with fertility, and when I saw that image on my phone of Aunt Brandy playing with Bingo before she ran away like a wild cheetah cub in her mother’s pyjamas, I remembered how baby Bluey walked towards her mother in Baby Race. One child goes towards her parent, one child leaves. This is what sent many Australian people into tears. We had to stay in a hotel, and a one-room suite was booked for both of us. I had a bath in this small tub, and then brushed my teeth and slept in the most comfortable bed I could ever sleep in. One of the hotel staff left a chocolate on my pillow, and I took it with me to Aunt Matilda’s. It was a Mini Milk Chocolate Orange. We saw many sights along the way - people selling things at markets, people going about their business, we even saw The Sea Odyssey Giant Spectacular at one point. You know what? I’m scared of that wooden giant little girl puppet. I ducked when I saw her - I thought she was going to step on our car and squash us until we were pancakes for her breakfast. Luckily, she didn’t, and we made it to Aunt Matilda’s in time. It was nice being at Aunt Matilda’s. I could watch TV whenever I want, have takeouts from Domino’s Pizza or McDonald’s every Tuesday and take baths with hot water and lavender bubble bath before bedtime.

The next page was covered with glowing stars and moons, and had a smartly dressed Bluey and Bingo guiding their cousin Muffin along the page. Muffin never fails to make me laugh. Sure, she can be loud and aggressive, but sometimes she can be well-behaved. On the page, she looked like she drank 10 bottles of whiskey and then went for a night out on the streets with Bluey and Bingo. It was my turn to hold up a photo. It was of me and my friend Jack during my sleepover. I named my friend Jack because he hasn’t known his name yet, neither had his mother and father. The best thing about staying at Jack’s house was that he had a drumkit and guitar in his bedroom, so whenever we hung out, we wrote rock songs and formed our own band, pretending to engage in band practice every single day. One time, we entered the school talent show with our original song, ‘Blue Fur’, which was a rock n roll tribute to Bluey. Guess what? We won first prize! Jack also had a trampoline outside, and he also had a dog called Sparky. Well, at least Sparky had a name, but Jack didn’t have a name yet. So, I had to go with Jack. On sleepovers, you can do whatever you want - at least, that’s what I found out from watching Horrid Henry on TV once - flooding the bathroom, bouncing on the bed, doing spraypainting…with Jack, it’s twice the fun. Trampolining and rock n roll - awesome! His father is a lead guitarist in a local band, and they travel round the country in a huge blue and yellow van with graffiti on it. He always drums at the dinner table using his drumsticks, and this sends Jack and me into fits of giggles. Jack’s bed has a Paw Patrol cover on it, and it has a few biscuit crumbs at the bottom, but Jack doesn’t mind sharing it with me. I had no sleeping bag anyway, so I just have to make do with Jack’s bed, his Paw Patrol covers and my own football pyjamas.

When I took out the next page, it was beautifully laiden with whitish-pink shells, and Bluey was in the corner, wearing suncream and zinc like she had transitioned to tribal life, and holding a shell in her paw. I looked at the next photo - it was of me in the forest by myself. I remembered that day. Angel and I went for a walk in the forest. I was holding Angel’s hand, but she told me she was a big boy and could walk across the forest by myself, so I let go, and just like that, I marched across the forest confidently and proudly like a big boy. Along the way, I spotted some things that would be found in nature, such as pinecones or twigs or leaves.Angel followed far behind, so that I could keep track of where I was going. Along the way, we met a dog-walker with a friendly yet daft dog who kept ripping up grass and eating it. I also found a pile of leaves. Our walk took place during Autumn, so I jumped in and played and wiggled about in the leaves, having such fun that I instantly forgot about my terrible start in life. We also had a picnic of sandwiches and lemonade, and then we got back in the car, and I felt really sleepy, so Angel had to carry me all the way home.

The final page had Bluey and Chilli in the corner. Bluey was pointing at her ears, while Chilli was wearing a towel, had a pink stripe on her ear and had hair clips in her fur. This was from Hairdressers - you know, the one where Bluey and Bingo give Bandit severe nit treatment. CBeebies cut out a scene where Bluey and Bingo flourbombed Bandit because they didn’t want anyone trying this at home. The final photo was of me sitting in a car seat at Kidz Kutz, with a new hairstyle. I remember going to Kidz Kutz. For those older parents reading this, you may recognise Kidz Kutz from shows on CBeebies like Something Special and My First, but it felt like I was with Justin in that Something Special episode set just there. I was seated in a yellow Spongebob Squarepants chair as they shampooed my hair with kid-friendly, apple-scented, nit-free shampoo. They washed, dried, rinsed and combed my hair until it shone like a golden treasure hidden under the sea. After my haircut, I smelled so fresh it felt like an apple tree was planted in my brain and then grew out of my head. Everyone at school adored my new haircut, and I even played fashion models with Aliyah, Jack and Wesley during free play time.

“There! That’s just about it!” said Angel as we stuck the last photo in. “Are there any more?” I asked. “We’ll do some more someday, Hudson. Now get some sleep. We need to be well rested if we’re set to see Aunt Matilda tomorrow.” We sat down to watch some Bluey on Disney+, then we had beef burgers and mash for dinner. I had to sit Bluey at the table too, because she loves eating dinner with her family. I remember in Bedroom there was a montage sequence which featured Bluey talking to her family at dinner, and then during the ending montage in Curry Quest there are two sequences set at dinner: one which featured Tiger Bingo and Bandit talking with Chilli and Bluey about their little adventure, and another during Bandit’s work trip with Bluey, Bingo and Chilli eating dinner at the table. I remember once they video called Bandit too. I once wrote a story for class about me living with Bluey and Bingo and aiding them in games to help them cope while Bandit is away. I also remember re-doing the fair scene to have Bingo as a butterfly, me as a lion and Bluey as a seafaring pirate. In my story, Bandit was also struck down with malaria, but was given a vaccine and everything was better. I later had a bath, brushed my teeth and clambered into bed. I said goodnight to Bluey, my goldfish and finally Angel, whom I whispered: “Thanks for everything.”

The next day, Aunt Matilda came and greeted us with hugs and kisses. “Hello, love, what have you been up to this week?” asked Aunt Matilda. “We’ve been working on a project to show how much memories we made since I adopted Hudson.” Angel replied. “Ooh! I love a good memory book,” smiled Aunt Matilda, clapping her hands like a seal in a circus, “Let’s have a look, shall we?” My pages were already laid out on the table. Aunt Matilda was moved seeing all those happy memories: my party at Wesley’s, my sleepover at Jack’s, my first day at a proper school, my road trip, my first time walking in the woods by myself and my haircut at Kidz Kutz. Once she saw all this, Aunt Matilda gave Angel a hug. “Thank you so much for including Hudson in our lives,” she smiled, shedding a little tear, “I’m just so glad he’s come to stay.” “I know, he’s had a bad start in life, but with him in my care, I feel like I’ve earned something I’ve wanted.” “Oh yes, I’ve heard terrible news about fertility these days, some mothers can’t be bothered to have children.” “Or maybe their babies are born small!” I piped up. “Born…small?” asked Angel. “What he means is, you wanted something, but you could’ve never gotten married. You were single. Still, it’s fun having him around, and he will be your son forever more.” advised Aunt Matilda. Hearing this, I ran to Aunt Matilda and Angel and gave them both a big hug. “Forever?!” I cried, “You mean, like, forever and ever and ever? Happily ever after?!” “Yes, of course.” smiled Angel. “Hooray!” I cried.

Later that evening, I wrote a letter to my support worker, whose named Tammy. The letter went:

“Dear Tammy,

Thank you so much for taking me in with Angel. She is a really nice woman and over the past few years we’ve had lots of fun. Sleepovers, parties, walks in the woods, road trips, almost anything that brought us together. Most families have hard lives. Mine had, but you were here to pick the perfect foster mother for me. I’m so happy, and you should be too. Thank you once again for giving me a happy life. I love Angel, and I send my best wishes to you.

Love,

Hudson.”

Angel and I sent the letter off the next day. Tammy was having her morning coffee when she heard the post come clattering through the door. She put down her sky blue mug and ran to the door to get the post. The letter was coloured blue, like her mug, and addressed to her. She opened the letter, and read my thanks and wishes to her. She was deeply touched, and moved to tears by what she had read. And Tammy, Angel, Aunt Matilda, if you’re reading this, I have one more word of thanks to tell you whilst I’m still breathing:

Keep on being the best people that can support me, no matter what.

THE END.