On the quietest of nights inside the Creighton-Ward mansion, I tossed and turned, sniffling like a drowsy aardvark with a droopy long nose. Then, I sat up in bed, my eyes red and my nose blocked. I gently shook my mummy, Lady Penelope, awake. “Mummy…mummy, wake up.” I said through a croaky voice.
Lady Penelope awoke with a soft yawn, then she looked at me in gentle shock. “Oh dear, darling, you look awful.” “I know, I must’ve got a really bad cold overnight.” I said. “I hate it when that happens.” sighed Lady Penelope. “Don’t worry, darling, Parker’s asleep so I think I’ll get you your favourite strawberry flavoured medicine, and a nice mug of hot cocoa.”
She turned on the bedside lamp and went downstairs to the kitchen. I waited for what felt like a long time. I felt dizzy and sniffly, and all I could do was lie there, staring up at the ceiling.
To my relief, Lady Penelope eventually came back with a tray with my medicine and cocoa. She poured a spoonful of medicine and said softly, “Take this. It’ll make you feel a lot better.” I took a spoonful of the medicine. It tasted very good. Then I took the mug of hot cocoa and drank it. The taste alone washed away the somewhat ‘technotronic’ strawberry taste, even though the medicine tasted good.
Eventually, my eyes grew heavy, and I snuggled back down to sleep. Lady Penelope got into bed with me, kissed me goodnight and switched off the bedside lamp. With ‘er ladyship’s gentle breathing being the only lullaby I needed tonight, I snuggled beside Lady Penelope, feeling warm and wholesome.
As they say, mother knows best….even a beautiful mummy like ‘er ladyship.
Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! I would like to tell you of this really weird dream I had last night. It’ll be so weird you - okay, this stuff is boring. On with the dream!
When I woke up the moment I fell asleep, I found myself in this beautiful candy-coloured world…and it was made out of cupcakes! There were cupcakes with pink, yellow and blue icing all around, and a huge pastel rainbow watched over the place. Excited as a party popper, I ran around eating from every single cupcake I could find. And then, to my absolute amazement…
Can you guess what I encountered next?
Guess.
Guess again.
Getting warmer….
If you guessed a smoothie waterfall with frothy candyfloss foam, you’re correct! I took out my biggest straw and sipped from the amazing smoothie lake, and then I took a nibble of the candyfloss foam. WOW! I had never tasted anything so sweet in all my life! Everything smelled like cake batter and baby powder, and the sky was coloured orange and pink and blue.
And then, I found a suspicious looking castle. Curious, I opened the large door, and crept inside. Everything was really dark and eerie, and at first I felt very scared. And then, out of nowhere, the lights burst on and a shower of confetti and balloons fell around me. All my friends - Twilight, Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and almost everyone from Ponyville I knew - leapt out and yelled “SURPRISE!”
So now I know - they were planning a surprise party just for me! And the day after the night I had my dream happened to be my birthday, as you may have guessed, which is why everyone held a surprise party for me on that day.
Always trust good dreams.
I had a weird yet playful dream last night…
I found myself in an enormous blue, yellow and red playroom, filled with toys of all different shapes, colours and sizes. Best of all, when I looked around, I found to my absolute surprise that all my friends were there - Bluey, Bingo, Mackenzie, Coco, Honey, Chloe, in fact just about everyone I knew was there.
I ran to join them, and in an instant we all started playing with the toys. Mackenzie and Jack played firefighters with the toy fire engines, while Coco and Indy were cradling baby dolls in their arms, feeling gentle and loving. Bluey and Bingo were acting silly and running about playing tag and laughing, while Lucky and Judo were dancing to some silly music playing on the cassette player. There were squeals of laughter for everyone, and there were just enough toys to go around.
Then, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, I saw something that made my eyes grow wide with interest. It was an enormous teddy bear, as big as a skyscraper, with a huge yellow bow tie.
I ran up to it and snuggled deep into its big, soft tummy, but as if a meteor had hit the ground, it started to speak. Its voice was so loud it shook the whole playroom. “I LOVE YOU!” it went, and heart-shaped beams shot out of where its heart was meant to be. WHOOSH! The whole playroom broke apart, and everyone went flying.
The next moment, we were out of the playroom and flying in the air, without any wings to hold us. It was so freeing, that for a moment, I felt like a bird flying high in the sky…except, it has friends to guide her.
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.
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.”
“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.
