Sam’s first attempt at writing childrens book chapter 1
“But purrleaase Auntie, purrlease…” It was a familiar scene that played itself out pretty much every Thursday afternoon when Aunt Maude came over to the Buckle’s house to babysit- a word that Tim despised. After all he was no baby, he was nearly ten years old, and that was quite old enough to look after himself. He didn’t see any need for busybody relatives to interfere in his affairs.
Aunt Maude stood firmly in his path, blocking his way to the front door.
“Now look, Timothy”, she said trying to muster an authoritative tone “I really don’t think now is the time for ice-cream. You haven’t had dinner yet and you’ll ruin your appetite. Besides there’s still lots of that nice cake Auntie Mable made for you left in the fridge. If you must snack between meals, why don’t you have a little slice of that?”
Tim tried his best to suppress a sigh.. Auntie Mable was lovely, and anyone could see she had the best of intentions - but she was a truly terrible cook - and her infamous carrot cake had been festering in the Buckle’s fridge for nearly a week. It was a sorry looking brown husk of a thing that even Elvis the dog turned his nose up at.
The sound of the chimes was growing louder as Mori’s van moved closer down the street. Tim could hear the excited voices of Sally and James from next door as they clattered out of their house and ran towards it.
He looked up at Aunt Maude and saw she had furrowed her brow into her ‘determined’ expression. It made her eyebrows point up at the ends like quotation marks.
“I don’t even want an ice-cream - I just want to talk to Mori” said Tim, rather desperately, “He’s my friend.”
For some reason this made Aunt Maude chuckle - which made purplish blotches appear on her cheeks.
“Now really Timothy. That’s a ridiculous lie. How can this Mori be your friend - he’s just an old man”.
And she started to laugh a shrill, pompous laugh to indicate that she thought she’d said something extremely witty indeed.
This made Tim really cross - it wasn’t a lie. Old Mori was without a shadow of doubt the most fascinating, kind, and astonishingly interesting person he had ever met - even if he was 102 years old and as deaf as a post. It had to be said, he made darn good ice-cream too, but it was far more than greed that was making Tim yearn to run out to Mori’s van. There was a whole feast of adventures and stories and ideas and dreams waiting there to be explored - and Mori and his magic van somehow had the key to it all. It was something big and important and special. It was something so much more than just ice cream.
But Aunt Maude clearly was in no mood to understand that. She wasn’t going to give an inch. Tim felt the disappointment flush over him as he resigned himself to the fact that there were going to be no adventures today.
Just then the doorbell rang.
(hmm thats it for now - bit worried its a bit creepy)
3 years ago • Notes