Friday, 30 October 2009

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog


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NEVER MIND THEM WATER-MELONS

Beautifully cut water-melons

An old Ghost story from Alabama


Now, old Sam Gibb, he didn't believe in ghosts, not one little bit.
Everyone in town knew the old log cabin back in the woods was haunted,
but Sam Gibb just laughed whenever folks talked about it. Finally, the
blacksmith dared Sam Gibb to spend the night in the haunted log cabin and if he stayed there until dawn, the blacksmith would buy him a whole
cartload of water-melons. Sam was delighted, if he had one passion in life, it was the water-melon. It was Sam's
absolute favourite fruit, so of course he accepted the dare at once, packed some
matches and his pipe, and went right over to the log cabin to spend the
night in the old cabin. He set about lighting a fire, then he lit his pipe and
settled down in a rickety old arm-chair to read his newspaper. Monster spook with fire in his eyes
He hadn't been reading for too long when he heard a creaking sound. Sam looked around until his eyes settle on the chair next to him. On it sat a gnarled
little creature with glowing red eyes, it
had a long, forked tail, two horns on its head, claws at the ends of
its hands, and sharp teeth that poked right through its large lips.
Then it spoke;
"There ain't nobody here tonight except you and me," it said
to old Sam Gibb. It had a voice like the hiss of flames. Poor Sam, his heart almost stopped with fright. He leapt to his feet, knocking the chair over and yelled.

"Aye and there ain't going to be nobody here but you in a minute," As he made straight for the nearest exit, which just happened to be the window. He was off down that lane lickety-split.
Why, he ran so fast he overtook two rabbits being chased by a
coyote. But then he heard the pounding of little
hooves and when he looked round the gnarled creature with the red eyes was quickly catching up with him.
"Phew you're making pretty good speed for an old man," said the creature to old Sam Gibb.


"Oh, I can run much faster than this," Sam Gibb told it, and he took off
like a bolt of lightning, leaving the gnarled creature in the dust.
The Blacksmith came flying out of the forge
to see what was wrong, all he caught was the words.
"Never mind about them water-melons, you can keep them" as Sam Gibb shouted without breaking his stride.


Ha ha ha, poor old Sam Gibb he ran all the way home and hid under his bed for the rest of
the night, and part of the next day.
And you might say that nobody heard him talk about ghosts and spooks ever again in fact, he became a firm believer in ghosts and spooks, and
he refused to go anywhere near the old cabin in the woods, not for a hundred cart-loads of water-melons.

yummy water-melon

Diddilydeedot, is tucked away every halloween, well that is until about midnight when she has to find her cat Tuppence, and her broomstick


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