My apologies for using an "old" story, this week. Due to illness and other things, I've not been able to write something entirely new for this edition of the weekly "Bedtime Story" feature, so I'm sharing an unpublished but pre-written story from my ABC Animals collection.
This week's story does, however, feature sketches from the very lovely and very talented Cheryl Rail. Chez, thank you, my lovely. xx
Daisy The Daydreaming Dragonfly
Daisy
Dragonfly lived in a world of her own.
She spent most of her time dreaming that she was a princess, an
astronaut, an explorer...
The trouble
was, she spent so much time
daydreaming, that she didn’t always notice what was going on around her.
In school,
Miss Giraffe was always telling Daisy to pay more attention, but Daisy often
didn’t even hear.
Her
classmates called her “Daisy the Daydreaming Dragonfly,” but Daisy didn’t mind. When she felt sad or afraid, she knew that all
she had to do was close her eyes and imagine she was somewhere else and she’d
feel instantly better. Yes, she flew
into the odd tree and didn’t always get her homework finished, but real life
seemed so dull compared to her
imaginary world.
One morning,
as Daisy made her way into school, there was a buzz of excitement in the
air. Her class were going to the Jungle
Theatre to see a play. Daisy was especially excited; she imagined that
watching a play would be like seeing a daydream brought to life!
Miss Giraffe
summoned the children to their desks. “Today is a
special day,” she began. “But we have
some important rules to follow, so that everybody stays safe. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” the
class chorused.
She
continued: “We must stay together whilst
we’re making our way through the jungle.
No wandering off or rushing ahead.”
The class
sat quietly as Miss Giraffe continued.
Daisy listened for a while, before a glint of sunlight, streaming
through the window caught her eye.
“That looks like a golden path, leading
to a magic kingdom,”
she thought. “I wonder who’d live there?”
Soon, Daisy
was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed all of her classmates, rushing
to line up by the door.
“Daisy?” Miss Giraffe frowned. “Were you listening to those instructions?”
Daisy gulped. “Of course I was!” She fibbed.
Miss Giraffe
narrowed her eyes. “Did you hear what I
said about the pathway and the tree stump?”
Daisy bit
her lip. “Y... Yes.” She stammered. Miss Giraffe nodded and walked to the
door. Daisy sighed with relief as she
joined her classmates. “That was a lucky
escape,” she whispered to Briony Butterfly.
“I thought she’d tell me off for daydreaming again.”
Briony
rolled her eyes. “She wouldn’t have to if you paid more attention,” she
replied.
The class
made their way into the jungle, chattering in excited voices as they went. Daisy lingered at the back, wondering what
the play would be about. “Maybe there’ll be a wicked witch, who turns
everyone into statues,” she thought.
She hovered in mid-air. “Help,
I’ve been turned into a statue!” she shrieked.
Nobody was
listening; everyone was too excited about the theatre trip to pay attention to
Daisy’s fantasies.
As they
trundled deeper into the jungle, Daisy began to wonder what it would be like to
be an actress. She imagined herself onstage,
taking a bow. A smile crept across her
face. She closed her eyes and pictured
her imaginary audience. “I hope you
enjoyed the show,” she laughed. Then she
opened her eyes and gasped. Where was everyone?!
Daisy
glanced around. There was nobody to be
seen! She buzzed about, calling for her
classmates and her teacher, but nobody came.
Daisy landed on a rock and her lower lip began to tremble. She was alone and completely lost.
“On no,” she groaned. “Why didn’t I pay attention to where I was
going?” Tears formed in her eyes. “What am I going to do?”
Just as she
was about to give up hope, Daisy spotted a small path, disappearing into the
distance. She hadn’t noticed it at
first, as there was a large tree stump blocking the path’s entrance.
“Miss
Giraffe said something about a pathway and a tree stump...” Daisy remembered. She shot into the air. “That must be the way to the theatre!”
Quick as a
flash, Daisy began flying down the narrow path.
She frowned as she noticed thick brambles lying across the ground. “This seems like an odd place for a theatre...”
She muttered.
Soon, she
reached a clearing. The ground looked
muddy and there was a dreadful smell in the air. “Hello?”
Daisy called.
“Ssshh!” A voice hissed. Daisy peered into the mud and spotted a
warthog, dozing in the sun.
“Hello?” She called.
“Sorry to disturb you, but...”
“Ssshh!” The warthog didn’t even open his eyes. “I’m sleeping.”
“But I’m
lost,” Daisy persisted. Her wings
drooped and she felt more alone than ever.
The warthog
opened his eyes. “Of course you’re lost,” he said. “Nobody comes down here unless they’ve taken
a wrong turn. This muddy bog is pretty
dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
He yawned. “So... What happened?”
Daisy
blushed. “I was daydreaming,” she
confessed. “I didn’t listen to my
teacher when she gave us instructions and I got separated from my class on the
way to the Jungle Theatre...” She
sighed.
The warthog
shook his head. “Sounds like you need to
save your dreams for bedtime,” he replied.
Daisy
sniffed. “I can’t help it."
“There’s
nothing wrong with using your imagination,” the warthog replied as he rose to
his feet. “You just have to make sure
you don’t get so wrapped up in your daydreams that you let real life pass you
by,” he leaned in close and lowered his voice.
“Would you have gotten lost if you’d been paying attention?”
Daisy shook
her head. “I promise I’ll pay more
attention from now on,” she said. “I
just want to get back to my class!”
“Come on
then,” the warthog motioned for her to follow as he made his way back down the
prickly path. “I’ll take you to the
Jungle Theatre. It’s not far from here.”
Sure enough,
soon Daisy spotted Miss Giraffe standing outside the theatre.
“Daisy!” She shrieked, as her missing student flew
into view. “Where on Earth have you been?”
Daisy burst
into tears. “I’m so sorry,” she
whimpered. “I was daydreaming and I got
lost and...” Her words disappeared into
sobs.
“Oh Daisy,”
Miss Giraffe sighed. “I’m very relieved
that you’re safe, but you could have gotten into danger today; you really must
pay more attention.” She glanced at the
warthog. “Thank you so much for bringing
her back to us,” she said.
“No problem,”
the warthog replied. “I think this
little lady gave herself quite a scare.”
He gave Daisy a smile. “Remember,
there’s no harm in dreaming, but it’s important to visit the real world from
time to time!”
Daisy sniffed. “I know,” she replied. “Thank you.”
She gazed up at Miss Giraffe as the warthog made his way home. “Did I miss the play?”
Miss Giraffe
laughed. “No Daisy,” she replied. “It’s
just about to start.”
Together,
they made their way into the theatre. As
Daisy settled down in her seat with her classmates around her, she thought
about how lucky she was. Perhaps the real world wasn’t quite as boring as
she’d thought!
From that
day on, Daisy always listened
carefully when someone was giving instructions.
And she never daydreamed when she was supposed
to be doing her homework...
Well... Almost never.
THE END
the warthog is certainly a good friend---we all need someone to help us sort things out..... (life is not so easy!).......and this Miss Daisy....I had teachers like her....they can scare you to death....she needs to learn to chill....(or stop teaching children, I think)....
ReplyDeleteHa, I think Miss Giraffe just worries a lot. ;-)
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