ROUND AND ABOUT IN THE VILLAGE

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The Village has never had another name. We just call it the Village. It looks quite ordinary.

BUT IT IS NOT ORDINARY.

Nothing in Triflora is ordinary.

On one side of the Village is a park and the park is surrounded by houses. It is called the Oldtime Park. Everything and everyone in Oldtime Park likes to be old fashioned. They like old time clothes and old time cottages and they talk in a very old fashioned way. Some people say that they should “ get with the times”  but the right time for Oldtime Park – IS the Old Times. It’s a very interesting place to be.

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Sometimes the Mummas need to go to Mumma School to learn to be the Old Style of Mummas they want to be. Mumma Myrtle had been wrestling Crocodiles for years before she decided to try out mothering.

She took herself off to the TRIFLORA SCHOOL FOR MUMMAS AND AUNTIES and stayed rather a long time.

Mumma Myrtle really just wanted a good reason to play. I must say that she did become rather good at dressing dolls and having fun.

Gee. This is tougher than wrestling crocs!

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Mumma Myrtle became SO old fashioned that she wanted the Chidlren to go to bed at 7 o’clock EVERY night. She even wanted the Cat to go to bed at 7 o’clock EVERY night.

We all know that Cats go to bed when THEY want to – not when Mumma Myrtle wants them to.

In fact, the children did not want to go to bed at 7 o’clock EVERY night either.

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Mumma Myrtle became very strict about the food that the Children ate.

The Children did not want to hurt Mumma Myrtle’s feelings but this Oldtime stuff was getting a bit too much for them.

One night at 8 o’clock, when they were supposed to be asleep in their beds, they were talking things over with one another, when above their heads they heard a tap taP tAP TAP.

Down came a set of stairs, right through the ceiling and Granny Eloise poked her head through and said :

 

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Come up here, O dusty feet!

Here is fairy bread to eat.

Here in my retiring room.

Children you may dine.

On the golden smell of broom,

and the shade of pine.

And when you have eaten well

Fairy stories Hear and Tell.

 

Ever since then, the Children go to bed quite happily. Mumma Myrtle thinks that its because she has become SUCH a good oldtime mother – but we know that every night, after they have kissed their Mumma Good Night and she has turned off the lights, down come Granny Eloise’s steps and up go the Children for their Fairy Bread and Fairy Tales. Now, everyone is happy.

 

 

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