Wow I have done it, this is the first time i have managed to get on here. I was wondering if some of you do not mind giving me some feed back on this book I wrote,
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THE NAUGHTY LITTLE
GOBLIN
Gibby is the naughtiest little Goblin in fairyland. Who is always
up to no good, and goes around causing quite a lot of mischief.
Now one day, Gibby did something very foolish which much
later he regretted.
It all began one bright and sunny afternoon. Gibby, who is a
rather plump little Goblin dressed in shabby clothing, is as
usual up to his childish tricks. He set about walking down
Willow Lane thinking aloud to himself of a rather nasty trick he
could play upon anyone who was unfortunate enough to pass
him by. Gibby did not have long to wait when a little black
kitten drew near, and started brushing her head around his
ankles. The kitten only wanted to be friendly, but sadly Gibby
had other ideas and one thing he disliked the most, was having
his ankles rubbed by this kitten.
“GO AWAY! Did you not hear me? GO ON SHOO!” he growled.
The kitten was so upset by his rude remark; that she turned
ever so slowly and strolled away, hanging her head low to the
ground. The kitten only walked a few yards, when a sudden
wicked thought came into Gibby’s head.
“I Know, I will play a trick on that little black kitten,” he
mumbled to himself.
And with a large cheesy grin on his round wicked face, Gibby
knelt to the ground and started calling the kitten back.
“Hear kitty, kitty, please come back, I did not mean to be so
rude, honest,” he called out very cunningly.
The kitten stopped, paused for a second, then turned and
started walking back, unaware of the nasty trick about to be
played upon her. The kitten’s only thought was that Gibby
wanted to play; as the kitten drew near she gazed at him with
her big sad looking eyes. Gibby’s gazed right back, giving off a
false smile, his face twisted as he forced a larger than large
grin.
“Come on, that’s right, keep coming,” he repeated with his
cheesy sinister grin. “Tell me little kitten, what is your name?
“Crystal,” purred the kitten.
Crystal freely move through his legs purring each time they
touched. Gibby was finding it very difficult being friendly, he
much preferred being naughty, but he had to appear to be
playing with the kitten. Rolling around he appeared to be
having loads of fun, but Gibby was very clever, he was making
the kitten believe he was being very friendly, and it was
working, the kitten was having loads of fun. But just as the
kitten became relaxed and put her trust in Gibby, he suddenly
turned without warning, from being a friendly lovable Goblin, to
a not so very friendly Goblin. Gibby started acting rather
strange, jumping in front, then to one side, then the other
barking like a dog, the little kitten suddenly became scared,
she wanted to leave, but Gibby kept jumping this way, that
way, then this way again. There was no way of escaping.
“Please let me go, I don’t like this game no more,” pleaded the
Crystal.
Crystal tried dodging through and around Gibby with little
success, she was still trapped. Gibby stood about laughing and
laughing, he laughed so much he could not stand any longer,
with tears of joy trickling down his face and clutching hard at
his aching stomach he fell to the ground and carried on
laughing, this was when Crystal managed to escape.
“Ah-ah-ah. That will teach you to come purring around my
ankles,” he laughed.
What Gibby did not know, is that the little black kitten is no
ordinary kitten, she lived with a witch, who goes by the name of
Witch Hazel-Eyes. Now Witch Hazel-Eyes is a very friendly old
witch, with a long pointed hat, funny shapes shoes, which curl
up each time she stretched her feet, she wore a long black
cloak with sleeves so long they keep getting in her way.. Her
nose long and slender, like a sausage with a great bit wart at
the end, not to mention those two beady looking eyes, which
seems to follow your every move. She manages to hobble
along with the aid of her trusting walking stick. You will no
doubt know when a witch is in her cottage, by the green smog
which pours out over the chimney pots. Her cottage small as it
may be, kept her warm in the winter and cool in the summer,
everything in the cottage had its very own little place marked,
even little labels attached clearly naming each item, from the
large furniture down to the smallest jar, which laid in neat little
rows on the many shelves around her dainty little cottage.
Witch Hazel-Eyes would come to anyone’s aid, despite her age
of three hundred and twenty nine, she would always do her
best to help out, either by granting a spell or just offering her
services to scare someone away, to act as a powerful friend or
just to sit and keep someone company.
At the time of all the commotion, between Gibby and her kitten.
Witch Hazel-Eyes had been at home preparing a special potion
for one of her cousins, who lives’ on the other side of the valley.
Witch Hazel-Eyes had to have total silence for the shrinking
potion she was preparing, too much of one ingredient or too
little of another, would surely damage the texture of the potion.
Just as Witch Hazel-Eyes put the last of her ingredient, a newt’s
tail into the cauldron, she was suddenly disturbed by someone
crying outside her front door.
“My, my, I wonder who that could be,” she said to herself.
Witch Hazel-Eyes placed everything neatly down onto the table
making sure not to spill any of the ingredients; she placed a lid
carefully over the burning cauldron, and then turned to the
door. Unlocking the large bolt the door opened. There at the
foot of the door in a puddle of tears the little black kitten laid
crying, with her fur in such a mess the kitten could hardly be
recognised. Bending down Witch Hazel-Eyes carefully wrapped
the kitten in her arms to give her comfort.
“There, there, shush now, tell me why you are in such a state
and who has made you so upset?”
The little black kitten raised a paw to her face and brushed
aside her tears. No sooner had she stopped crying did Crystal
begin explaining everything to Witch Hazel-Eyes. Especially
about Gibby and the nasty trick he played on her. This made
Witch Hazel-Eyes angry that her wart at the tip of her nose
turned bright red.
“I might have guest Gibby had something to do with this, it’s
about time the naughty Goblin be taught a lesson, and I have
just the spell.” She paused to scratch her head from under the
long black pointed hat. “I am in the middle of preparing a
powerful shrinking potion for one of my cousins, Witch Nesbit.
