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The Frog and The Bee and the Mouse with the House lived together in peace and harmony on the River Louse. One day the Mouse with the house did declare it was time that he moved out of there. The Frog and The Bee did not agree and set about convincing the Mouse with the House that he needed to stay on the River Louse. They sent out invitations to all around to attend tea at half past three. The tea party was in honour of the Mouse with the house to be held on the banks of the River Louse and hosted by his dear friends The Frog and The Bee. One by one each creature replied and the guest list rose quickly to Twenty Five. The Frog and The Bee decided the tea would be civil indeed and The Frog made some scones and The Bee made some honey. At half past one The Frog and The Bee set up some tables to lay out the tea. At half past two the tables were laid with the scones from The Frog and The honey The Bee had made. The scene did look grand, pots of tea and saucers of milk all laid on a tablecloth made of silk. At half past three the guests started to arrive. The first of the guests to arrive were The Elf with one ear and The Fly with one eye. The Mouse was delighted to see his friends, the ones who helped get Horse around the river bend. Next came the Horse and his Master of course to thank the Mouse with the House on the River Louse for his friendship and help on the day that the Horse could not get around the river bend and the Mouse with the House, The Elf with one ear, The Fly with one eye, The Frog and The Bee all pulled together and worked merrily to assist the Horse round the river course. One by one others did attend, there was a duck who lost his cluck but the Mouse with the House helped him every day until he could at last say "cluck cluck" Next came a ****** who had forgotten how to weave but the Mouse with the House lay out the sticks until the Beavers memory began to tick and the ****** remembered how to weave. Then came a beautiful Butterfly with bright red wings. She told the Frog and The Bee that one day the Mouse had found her crying and sighing her wings had faded and she did not look grand a thing of beauty. The Mouse ran back to his House and in his shed found a can that had Paint in Red on the side. He took a brush and painted her wings and now the Butterfly all shiny and bright flapped her wings with all her might. Last but not least the Mayor arrived with his glorious wife by his side. Mayor and Mayoress Swan did agree that the Mouse with the House should not leave his friends of The River Louse and they would indeed miss him dearly if he relocated his house. The Mouse smiled embarrassingly and said "I am sorry he did declare, there's been a mix up, when I said" I must get out of there" it was only to the shops I intended to go but The Frog and The Bee moved too fast or I moved to slow" The Frog and The Bee and all the guests were all delighted with the news and brought in some music supplied by "Five in a Pen" which of course were all mother Hens and they danced all night until the Moon went in and the Sun came out. Then the Frog and The Bee said to their friend the Mouse "let's do this again next year, and Mouse can bake cake for the tea, our friends can attend and we'll dance all night to Five in a Pen and we'll eat scones and honey and cake too and we'll do this in honour of all our friends and those who live and work on the River bend" THE END

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC

jackie-mead

The Party on the River Louse

The Frog and The Bee and the Mouse with the House lived together in peace and harmony on the River Louse. One day the Mouse with the house did declare it was time that he moved out of there. The Frog and The Bee did not agree and set about convincing the Mouse with the House that he needed to stay on the River Louse. They sent out invitations to all around to attend tea at half past three. The tea party was in honour of the Mouse with the house to be held on the banks of the River Louse and hosted by his dear friends The Frog and The Bee. One by one each creature replied and the guest list rose quickly to Twenty Five. The Frog and The Bee decided the tea would be civil indeed and The Frog made some scones and The Bee made some honey. At half past one The Frog and The Bee set up some tables to lay out the tea. At half past two the tables were laid with the scones from The Frog and The honey The Bee had made. The scene did look grand, pots of tea and saucers of milk all laid on a tablecloth made of silk. At half past three the guests started to arrive. The first of the guests to arrive were The Elf with one ear and The Fly with one eye. The Mouse was delighted to see his friends, the ones who helped get Horse around the river bend. Next came the Horse and his Master of course to thank the Mouse with the House on the River Louse for his friendship and help on the day that the Horse could not get around the river bend and the Mouse with the House, The Elf with one ear, The Fly with one eye, The Frog and The Bee all pulled together and worked merrily to assist the Horse round the river course. One by one others did attend, there was a duck who lost his cluck but the Mouse with the House helped him every day until he could at last say "cluck cluck" Next came a ****** who had forgotten how to weave but the Mouse with the House lay out the sticks until the Beavers memory began to tick and the ****** remembered how to weave. Then came a beautiful Butterfly with bright red wings. She told the Frog and The Bee that one day the Mouse had found her crying and sighing her wings had faded and she did not look grand a thing of beauty. The Mouse ran back to his House and in his shed found a can that had Paint in Red on the side. He took a brush and painted her wings and now the Butterfly all shiny and bright flapped her wings with all her might. Last but not least the Mayor arrived with his glorious wife by his side. Mayor and Mayoress Swan did agree that the Mouse with the House should not leave his friends of The River Louse and they would indeed miss him dearly if he relocated his house. The Mouse smiled embarrassingly and said "I am sorry he did declare, there's been a mix up, when I said" I must get out of there" it was only to the shops I intended to go but The Frog and The Bee moved too fast or I moved to slow" The Frog and The Bee and all the guests were all delighted with the news and brought in some music supplied by "Five in a Pen" which of course were all mother Hens and they danced all night until the Moon went in and the Sun came out. Then the Frog and The Bee said to their friend the Mouse "let's do this again next year, and Mouse can bake cake for the tea, our friends can attend and we'll dance all night to Five in a Pen and we'll eat scones and honey and cake too and we'll do this in honour of all our friends and those who live and work on the River bend" THE END

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Molly the Dolly lived in a house With her two best friends Ferret the Cat and a Dog named Mouse The house was small but had enough rooms for Molly the Dolly to sweep with a broom Two bedrooms, one for Molly and one for guests, Molly of course had the one that was best A room to bathe amongst bubbles and foam, lay in warm water and revive weary bones A room to lounge and put up your feet, in front of a real fire, giving out real heat In this room Molly also entertained guests with cups of tea and slices of cake, muffins, scones and individual tray bakes On a table by the fire was a chess set in miniature, each character resembling characters from Robin Hood Maid Marion of course The White Queen beautiful and serene Robin Hood The White King, robbing the rich and helping the poor made Robin Hood very good Friar Tuck was a Bishop of course King John on the other hand so horrid and mean, with a solid Black Heart, could only be The Black King On rainy days Molly the Dolly would invite her friends in to play, you could never tell who would win, one bad move and the game would spin One minute Molly would be winning the next "checkmate" would shout Holly Divine the girl from next door, "5-3 to me" she did shout, showing Molly how she was keeping score Also in this room two smaller beds all soft and plush for Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse The beds were close to the fire to keep them both toasty and warm and next to Molly the Dolly's chair, so Molly could have them play on her lap when she raised her hand in a single clap The last room of course was the Kitchen where Molly the Dolly spent most of her day cooking up batches of heavenly soup and baking scrumptious Pies that were full in the belly and good on the eyes There was a Front Door to usher guests in and a Back Door to usher them out The garden ran round and about the whole house outside and came equipped with swings and a slide, for fun of course, and a stable just the right size to house a miniature horse, a vegetable patch to grow veg for her soups and trees to bear fruit for the scrumptious pies The garden went on and on it was so long you couldn't believe your eyes the garden was twice as long as it was wide The garden ended where a river began and still the river was on Molly's land On a hot day Molly the Dolly would put on a hat and slap on some sunscreen and with Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse they would exit the house and hop and skip to the river bank to play Molly the Dolly would throw some sticks for the Dog named Mouse and small pretend mice for Ferret the Cat Molly would take off her shoes and her socks and her hat step in the water not too deep, drink something thirst quenching but not too sweet, keeping herself cool in this natural outdoor swimming pool At the end of the day the three friends would return to the house inside dry their feet and clean their hands, eat some Pies and drink sweet tea then return to the lounge and settle in Their favourite show on TV they didn't need anything else for the night just the friendship of these uniquely different three So now I've introduce you to Molly the Dolly and a few of her friends, where they live and what they like to do. I hope you enjoy reading about them too as I delve into their lives and hopefully take you along for the ride.

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC

jackie-mead

Molly the Dolly and friends

Molly the Dolly lived in a house With her two best friends Ferret the Cat and a Dog named Mouse The house was small but had enough rooms for Molly the Dolly to sweep with a broom Two bedrooms, one for Molly and one for guests, Molly of course had the one that was best A room to bathe amongst bubbles and foam, lay in warm water and revive weary bones A room to lounge and put up your feet, in front of a real fire, giving out real heat In this room Molly also entertained guests with cups of tea and slices of cake, muffins, scones and individual tray bakes On a table by the fire was a chess set in miniature, each character resembling characters from Robin Hood Maid Marion of course The White Queen beautiful and serene Robin Hood The White King, robbing the rich and helping the poor made Robin Hood very good Friar Tuck was a Bishop of course King John on the other hand so horrid and mean, with a solid Black Heart, could only be The Black King On rainy days Molly the Dolly would invite her friends in to play, you could never tell who would win, one bad move and the game would spin One minute Molly would be winning the next "checkmate" would shout Holly Divine the girl from next door, "5-3 to me" she did shout, showing Molly how she was keeping score Also in this room two smaller beds all soft and plush for Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse The beds were close to the fire to keep them both toasty and warm and next to Molly the Dolly's chair, so Molly could have them play on her lap when she raised her hand in a single clap The last room of course was the Kitchen where Molly the Dolly spent most of her day cooking up batches of heavenly soup and baking scrumptious Pies that were full in the belly and good on the eyes There was a Front Door to usher guests in and a Back Door to usher them out The garden ran round and about the whole house outside and came equipped with swings and a slide, for fun of course, and a stable just the right size to house a miniature horse, a vegetable patch to grow veg for her soups and trees to bear fruit for the scrumptious pies The garden went on and on it was so long you couldn't believe your eyes the garden was twice as long as it was wide The garden ended where a river began and still the river was on Molly's land On a hot day Molly the Dolly would put on a hat and slap on some sunscreen and with Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse they would exit the house and hop and skip to the river bank to play Molly the Dolly would throw some sticks for the Dog named Mouse and small pretend mice for Ferret the Cat Molly would take off her shoes and her socks and her hat step in the water not too deep, drink something thirst quenching but not too sweet, keeping herself cool in this natural outdoor swimming pool At the end of the day the three friends would return to the house inside dry their feet and clean their hands, eat some Pies and drink sweet tea then return to the lounge and settle in Their favourite show on TV they didn't need anything else for the night just the friendship of these uniquely different three So now I've introduce you to Molly the Dolly and a few of her friends, where they live and what they like to do. I hope you enjoy reading about them too as I delve into their lives and hopefully take you along for the ride.

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**Twin vipers on the windowsill chasing young ****** moons send a shadow off to fetch me gnashing gears 'tween ink skin skewing snake tales so that the venom won't kiss my cheek g o o d n i g h t .**

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

Skaidrum

Don't look now, but there's----

**Twin vipers on the windowsill chasing young ****** moons send a shadow off to fetch me gnashing gears 'tween ink skin skewing snake tales so that the venom won't kiss my cheek g o o d n i g h t .**

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Thundering roads, travelling at speed— two wheels to balance man and machine. Black night riding on the lights, the only way to see where I go. Road and trees now merge. Eyes bare and heavy—rest, rest now. I dream. The old house I see through my lighted way, sat high on the high hill. “That will do,” I sigh calmly. Now I can rest my bare eyes. Sleep now. Tomorrow I will ride more. As I close, I see the house is an inn— better still. I stand the machine, secure. Tomorrow we will ride more. I gaze high on the inn. My bare eyes glimpse a shadow— looking close to the window. Now gone. The old sign reads Travellers Rest. A door handle of old brass. I knock, then knock again. “I hear you,” a man cries. “I hear you—knock no more…” “Have you a room for the night, sir?” “Why yes. Yes, come in, come in,” the man repeats and repeats. Still, no matter— a room I now have. My bare eyes heavy. Sleep I need. Sleep, now I think and repeat. Eyes drawn to a doorway. I dream, I think. Shake my head—I dream. There’s nobody there. “Number 29, sir—my birthday.” “Second floor. Lift not working. Sorry, sir. The stairs you must take.” “Thanks,” I sigh. Looking to the stairs, shake my head, wipe my poor bare eyes. Nobody there. “OK, sir?” asks the old man. “Yes, yes… thought… well…” Now I repeat, “Thought I saw someone.” “My wife, sir. My wife— setting your bed, sir.” Climbing the stair, I see down the passage the glow of a warm fire. “Straight ahead, sir. Straight ahead—that’s your room. Nice and warm now, sir. Nice and warm,” the old man still continues to repeat. So weary now. My bare eyes catch a glimpse—a shadow. I squint to see. Nothing. Gone. Sure—I’m so sure something was there. “Here we go, sir. Here we go.” Entering the room—warm and snug. A large bed, fit for a king. “A king,” now again I repeat. “Supper, sir. Supper at seven, sir.” “OK… maybe… not sure…” I dream of sleep. I lay on the bed, slumber into a light doze. Music now playing below. Shadows I see through the gap of door and floor. People passing, I suppose. Tick tick, tick tock— goes the old clock above the fireplace. Sleep… Chimes of seven awake me. I look to my watch—eight. Eight o’clock. The clock is slow. The music still playing. More shadows now pass my door. Strange. No voices. No voices, I repeat. I dream. Sleep. Sleep I need—fit for my ride, me and my machine. Chimes of seven awake me. Eight o’clock, I think. Looking to my watch—no, seven o’clock. It runs well now. Shadows passing my door. Voices and laughter. Knock knock. “It’s the old man.” “Breakfast, sir. Breakfast. Seven-thirty, sir. Seven-thirty, sir.” The man still repeats. “Thank you, thank you,” now I repeat. I rise, wash, and vacate my room. Glimpse—something there. I turn. Nothing. Nothing. Trekking the stairs, standing at the bottom, wiping my bare eyes. “What is this? What?” Deep breaths I take. Spinning round—what? Derelict. Derelict. The inn is just a shell. I turn and look to the stairs— dark, broken. Nothing. Just a derelict old house. Its glory long past. My bare eyes stare— disbelief. A voice from the street: “OK? You OK there, sir? Careful now, careful. That place’s been long gone. Fire. Fire, sir. Terrible. Terrible it was. All dead. All dead.” “Are you OK, sir? Are you OK?” “’Twas my twin brother’s place, it was. Gone now. Gone now, sir. Well—I’ll be on my way.” I wipe my bare eyes. “What was this? What?” “Hey, sir!” shouts the man. “They say my twin still roams this place…” Silence. Shock. I de-stand my bike, taking to the thunder— the thunder of the road. Man and machine. Balanced as one. As one. Now I repeat.

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Feb 6

Feb 6, 2026 at 6:42 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Bare My Eyes

Thundering roads, travelling at speed— two wheels to balance man and machine. Black night riding on the lights, the only way to see where I go. Road and trees now merge. Eyes bare and heavy—rest, rest now. I dream. The old house I see through my lighted way, sat high on the high hill. “That will do,” I sigh calmly. Now I can rest my bare eyes. Sleep now. Tomorrow I will ride more. As I close, I see the house is an inn— better still. I stand the machine, secure. Tomorrow we will ride more. I gaze high on the inn. My bare eyes glimpse a shadow— looking close to the window. Now gone. The old sign reads Travellers Rest. A door handle of old brass. I knock, then knock again. “I hear you,” a man cries. “I hear you—knock no more…” “Have you a room for the night, sir?” “Why yes. Yes, come in, come in,” the man repeats and repeats. Still, no matter— a room I now have. My bare eyes heavy. Sleep I need. Sleep, now I think and repeat. Eyes drawn to a doorway. I dream, I think. Shake my head—I dream. There’s nobody there. “Number 29, sir—my birthday.” “Second floor. Lift not working. Sorry, sir. The stairs you must take.” “Thanks,” I sigh. Looking to the stairs, shake my head, wipe my poor bare eyes. Nobody there. “OK, sir?” asks the old man. “Yes, yes… thought… well…” Now I repeat, “Thought I saw someone.” “My wife, sir. My wife— setting your bed, sir.” Climbing the stair, I see down the passage the glow of a warm fire. “Straight ahead, sir. Straight ahead—that’s your room. Nice and warm now, sir. Nice and warm,” the old man still continues to repeat. So weary now. My bare eyes catch a glimpse—a shadow. I squint to see. Nothing. Gone. Sure—I’m so sure something was there. “Here we go, sir. Here we go.” Entering the room—warm and snug. A large bed, fit for a king. “A king,” now again I repeat. “Supper, sir. Supper at seven, sir.” “OK… maybe… not sure…” I dream of sleep. I lay on the bed, slumber into a light doze. Music now playing below. Shadows I see through the gap of door and floor. People passing, I suppose. Tick tick, tick tock— goes the old clock above the fireplace. Sleep… Chimes of seven awake me. I look to my watch—eight. Eight o’clock. The clock is slow. The music still playing. More shadows now pass my door. Strange. No voices. No voices, I repeat. I dream. Sleep. Sleep I need—fit for my ride, me and my machine. Chimes of seven awake me. Eight o’clock, I think. Looking to my watch—no, seven o’clock. It runs well now. Shadows passing my door. Voices and laughter. Knock knock. “It’s the old man.” “Breakfast, sir. Breakfast. Seven-thirty, sir. Seven-thirty, sir.” The man still repeats. “Thank you, thank you,” now I repeat. I rise, wash, and vacate my room. Glimpse—something there. I turn. Nothing. Nothing. Trekking the stairs, standing at the bottom, wiping my bare eyes. “What is this? What?” Deep breaths I take. Spinning round—what? Derelict. Derelict. The inn is just a shell. I turn and look to the stairs— dark, broken. Nothing. Just a derelict old house. Its glory long past. My bare eyes stare— disbelief. A voice from the street: “OK? You OK there, sir? Careful now, careful. That place’s been long gone. Fire. Fire, sir. Terrible. Terrible it was. All dead. All dead.” “Are you OK, sir? Are you OK?” “’Twas my twin brother’s place, it was. Gone now. Gone now, sir. Well—I’ll be on my way.” I wipe my bare eyes. “What was this? What?” “Hey, sir!” shouts the man. “They say my twin still roams this place…” Silence. Shock. I de-stand my bike, taking to the thunder— the thunder of the road. Man and machine. Balanced as one. As one. Now I repeat.

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