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Mon, 07 Jan 2008
This is my first new story for 2008 and Dreamland
do pop over to Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland and read
the new story in Diaper's Row.
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DAISY AND THE
It was such
a beautiful morning Daisy decided to go for a walk
in the woods. She had not gone far when she came
upon her very favourite tree, it was the tallest in
Unfortunately Daisy was only little
and the tree was very tall, but it never stopped
her dreaming about climbing to the very top
day after day.
Daisy however contented herself
with sitting on one of the very low branches and
lying there, dreaming of what it must look like way
Daisy jumped up onto her branch and settled down,
she had only just closed her eyes when there was a
loud whirring sound; not unlike that of a a
helicopter, and out of the tree fell a little
man. He was wearing a
pair of purple trousers and a turquoise blue
jacket, and would you believe he was
even smaller than Daisy.
Daisy," he said
as he landed with a wallop on her
lap and took out a grey hat and popped it on his
head. "There that's better, wait, hold on just a
moment?" He then pulled out a pair of red cloth
boots and put them on his feet. "Now where were
we?" He asked in a croaky little
voice. "I believe you were day dreaming again. Do
tell me what is it your dreaming about
Daisy opened and closed her eyes in
amazement. "And hello to you too!" she said
nervously. "Firstly do you always travel like that?
Secondly how come you know my name?"
little man smiled "Forgive me
my dear but it's my business to
know name of everybody who lives in or around
Fingles Wood and your family have been living here
for a very long time."
"Why I do believe your
Granny called you Daisy because you reminded her of
the first flower of a new day... isn't that
Daisy smiled and picked up the little man
and held him in her hand."
"Alright, so you know
all about me, but who are you?" Daisy smiled and
prodded the little man gently in his
Instantly he began to chuckle, then Daisy
started to laugh, already you could tell they were
going to be good friends.
"Well my dear, my full
name is Mr Donald O'Dermot, O'Callaghan, but my
friends usually call me "Donald the Dream Weaver"
or Mr Don, for short, and dream weaving is my
"A dream weaver, and what on earth is a
dream weaver, Mr O'Dermot O'Callaghan?" Daisy
said placing the little man on the
branch at her side.
"Daisy O'Donnal, didn't I
tell you my friends call me Mr Don and are we not
friends already or are all these smiles false
"Oh no, no we surely are friends Mr
...em Don, but a dream weaver, what kind of
work is that may I ask?" Daisy smiled a huge smile
which made her whole face shine.
"Hm now let me
think, a dream weaver. Well it's different of
course from a weaver of dreams, for that would be
Shamus MacSweeny from the old Smithy in Fingles
Close. No I'm definitely the dream weaver who
listens carefully to peoples dreams then tries to
weave a wee bit of magic to make them come
"Oh I see," Daisy frowned, she didn't
really see but she just knew that it could only be
a good thing for her "Mr Don" was definitely a
good... little man... whatever.
"So where does
that lead us to my dear?" Mr Don asked but didn't
wait for an answer. "Your dreaming I
"My dreaming!" Daisy looked up to the
top of the tree. "You mean of being up there, the
top of my tree!" she exclaimed, then frowned as she
picked Mr Don up by his collar and held him out in
front of her.
"And how may I ask is one as
small as you, going to get one as big as me, up to
the top of the tallest tree in the whole of the
"Hm, you leave that to me young Daisy,
you're not that big yourself you know. You just put
me back down on the branch and we'll jolly well see
who can do what around here."
Daisy placed Mr
Donald O'Dermot O'Callaghan back on the branch and
began to laugh, her golden curls
shining in the sun. "Come on then let's do it?" she
"Ok, ok, close your eyes and make
ready to fly!"
"Whoa, who said anything about
flying, I was thinking of climbing. I don't have
your wings you know."
"Climb to the top of this
tree," Donald shook his head and frowned. " I don't
think your Mum and Gran would be happy with me if
you hurt yourself climbing and I do believe flying
would be easier." Mr Don nodded his head as he
spoke. "Yes, flying it will have to be, now come
on, close your eyes Daisy
O'Donnal."Daisy closed her eyes, first there
was a tingle in her fingers, then there was a
trembling in her legs. Then it felt as if she were
going up in lift just like the ones in the stores
"You can open your eyes now
Daisy." Donald said.
Daisy took a deep breath
and slowly opened her eyes. "Oh wow", she gasped.
All around her there were clouds and they seemed to
be floating in a sea of blue. She turned very
carefully towards Donald who somehow seemed to be
holding her as if she weighed nothing.
goodness thank you, O thank you, thank you," she
cried over and over again. "Now I shall never have
to wonder what it is like up here any more." She
stood there for what seemed like ages looking this
way and that. The church, the school, why she could
even see the swing park over the other side of the
village and the bowling green. Oh thank you, thank
you, she kept repeating. She bent over and gave Mr
Don a little kiss on the top of his head. They
wobbled a bit from side to side.
careful, do you think you are ready to go down
"Oh yes I suppose so, thank you," Daisy
said a little sad but at the same time flashing
another one of her gorgeous smiles at the old
"I can't thank you enough, You
truely have made my dream come true today."
closed her eyes once more and with a tingle and a
tremble and a slight roll in her tummy, Daisy was
back on the ground with Donald standing by her
lifted him up onto the branch and Daisy
jumped up besides him. She leant back against the
huge old tree trunk and closed her eyes, her
mind full of all the wonderful sights she had seen
in her adventure. She could hear Donald talking
away besides her.
"Well my dear I must be gone
now for I have to be over at the Badger caves
before dinner time."
Daisy slowly opened her
eyes, but to her amazement Mr Donald O'Dermot
O'Callaghan was gone, not a trace of him anywhere.
She jumped down from the branch and stood there a
puzzled look on her pretty face...
Had she been
dreaming, maybe she had fallen to sleep on the big
branch and it was all a dream after all.
looked about her but there was nothing that told
her that Donald O'Dermot O'Callaghan the Dream
Weaver of Fingle's Wood had ever been there, or
took her to the top of the tree...
Slowly Daisy began
to make her way home, a smile still on her face for
in her heart she knew it had all been real and that
she would meet the little man, with the croaky
little voice again sometime very soon.
Written by Diddily Dee Dot, her
first short story of 2008
Enjoy everyone. xxx
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