After days of rain the sun had decided to put in an appearance.
“Let’s go for a walk!” Dawn said to her daughter.
The little girl dashed upstairs and packed a bag with all the essentials
“I’m ready!” she declared
“I have a phone, and a trumpet and some bells. I didn’t bring any snacks though” she said with a slightly worried look on her face.
“That’s ok” said Dawn “We both had a good breakfast so we’ll be ok”
And off they went.
The little girl made a few phone calls to let the important people know what we were up to just in case anything happened.
The first thing they had to overcome was the field of ice.
All along the path lay icy puddles. The ice wasn’t quite thick enough to support their weight and pretty soon they realised that sometimes, underneath the ice, lay the stinky gloopy mud that ate wellies! There were some close moments but luckily each time the mud tried to suck the welly in, Dawn was able to pull the little girl out.
On the other side of the field of ice was the deep dark wood.
Neither of them could have predicted the hazards they would face as they set off down the path to the other side of the woods.
The first hazard was the giant sleeping tree trunk lying across the path
Dawn and the little girl entered stealth mode. Step by step they slowly crept closer hoping not to wake the giant sleeping tree. And then a car raced past on the nearby road! They froze. Had it heard? Was it awake? They hardly dared to breath. All remained still. They crept closer and closer. Just as they reached the tree Dawn yelled “Boo!” and they both leapt over to the other side.
They continued along the path.
Soon they encountered the Swamps. It was not worth risking trying to wade through the swamp so they had to go round it. But all round the swamps sat the swam octopuses (octopi?) waiting to reach out and grab our ankles.
The little girl grabbed a nearby sword and, realising that if you poked them in the eyes they couldn’t see you to grab you, she began poking the swamp octopus.
It worked. They passed by safely.
Swamp after swamp they fought their way past the swamp octopuses until they reached a hill. All across the path the trees had spread out their Tripping Roots Holding each other’s hands tightly they went on to tiptoes and deftly picked their way past all the Tripping Roots.
As they caught their breath at the top of the hill a big black dog appeared with glowing red eyes. It looked at the little girl’s sword
“Want” it barked.
“You can’t have my sword, I need it” the little girl replied.
“Want” it barked again, this time bouncing on its paws. “want, want, want”
Dawn picked the little girl up and put her on her shoulders. The thought of grabbing the sword from a giant was clearly not as appealing to the dog and it slunk away whimpering.
Pretty soon they could see a clearing and knew that they had nearly made their way out in one piece.
But there was one more obstacle to overcome.
One. Big. Swamp.
The entrance to the swamp was guarded by a tree that was reaching down from up above to tickle them.
All around the swamp there were swamp octopuses AND Tripping Roots.
This last obstacle was going to require Dawn and the little girl to use all their courage and all their skills to get past. It was going to require teamwork.
They held each others hand. They took a deep breath and started running. They ducked beneath the Tickling Tree, tiptoed through the Tripping Roots, jabbed the Swamp Octopuses with the special sword and made it into the clearing in one piece (and with both their wellies still on their feet!)
As they sipped their hot chocolate back at home they both declared that they had a wonderful adventure and must do it again some time.