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Sat, 20 Jun 2009
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Just a weekend reminder to everyone who missed the story about Shadwell the hairy goblin!!!
The Cat and the Hairy Goblin is the
story of a cat and a hairy goblin....or is it?
The Cat is for real and the Goblin thinks
he's for real. But is he? Well let's read on and find out shall we,
a lovely story for the younger goblin reader.
The Hairy
Goblin
Shadwell comes to
Perth.
The green hairy goblin sat on top of
the wardrobe. He was sitting there with squint eyes
peering through the darkness, looking down on the
sleeping children.
Dash
it! How he wanted to get down there on their
clean, tidy beds and cause havoc, but alas he
couldn't, for as well as
the two children in the beds there was at the
bottom of the bed, curled up on the Ottoman lay
Oscar. The big black and
white cat lay curled up in a
ball, his head tucked in between its front paws. To
some it may look as
if he was fast asleep, but Oscar knew different as
he squinted through
an half open eye at
the mangy goblin.
"Shadwell he called
himself, Shadwell the hairiest goblin in the whole of
Fladdabister, that is where he claimed he came
from, Oscar growled, "as if!He had only been in the house a few
days and he had already caused so much trouble poor
Oscar; It
was Oscar that got the blame for drinking all the
milk, it was Oscar
who was accused of stealing the bacon off the
masters plate and who was
it that was thrown outside into the pouring rain
when the fish bowl was
found on its side on the living room floor? Yes
Oscar and we should all
know who the cannibal was. Yes, Shadwell, he had
knocked over the fish
bowl, eaten the fish and then ran up the stairs out of the way.
Oscar
however had took this opportunity to trap him
upstairs for the children
were away for the weekend and Shadwell had remained
trapped in their
bedroom for the past three
days.Shadwell, was very angry but he was
certain that the dam cat,
especially a sasanach one was ever going to get the
best of Shadwell the hairiest goblin on the
Shetland Isle. Shadwell
nodded his head up and down, he knew the cat was
awake, he knew that he was
planning some awful revenge for the trouble he had got him
into over
the demise of the fish. Shadwell smiled to himself then
started to
giggle out loud as he remembered the scene . There he was watching
from
the top of the tall dresser when Mrs Goodie came
into the living room. Her
scream, then her swearing, then her anger as she
scoured the house
searching for the damned cat.
Poor Oscar he had to sleep outside
for two days in the outside loo,
which
apart from smelling
like an outside loo, contained more bottles than
the bathroom, a smelly
old floor mop, the mop bucket, two old kitchen mats
and half
a dozen toys of some description that the children
weren't allowed to
bring into the house. So as you can imagine when he was
eventually let back in to the house it was
solely to find Shadwell and rip his eyes
out.
And
here we are three days later. Shadwell glanced at
the clock, "oh no, look at the time," he had to make his escape
before the children woke up.
"Dash
it," Shadwell muttered, "this truly must have been
the stupidest place
to hide." He was starving hungry, he had found some
odd bits and pieces
of food that the children had bought up stairs and
left, and a few sips
of cola, that had been left on the radiator. This
was not very nice, it
tasted more like vinegar then coke, he was not a very
gobby goblin at
all. He looked back at the cat who was still
asleep. Oscar
however was not sleeping, he had one eye open
watching Shadwell's every
move. He was smiling that big Cheshire Cat smile
that Alice in
Wonderland knew all about. He turned away from
Shadwell's gaze and
jumped down off the Ottoman. Deliberately he walked
over to the door
and lay down in
front of it like a pussy-cat door stop, his
tail swaying backwards and
forwards.
Posted 17:55
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