A Garden of Surprises

‘Daddy! Theres a tiger in our garden!’

‘Really? I hope not. He might dig up the watermelon seeds.’

‘Should we feed the tiger so he wont come and eat us up?’

‘OK, you get Mums kitchen scrap-bucket and Ill put on my garden shoes.’

‘I have my garden shoes on all ready. Look, Mummy tied the laces. Do you think tigers wear garden shoes too?’

‘Well, well soon find out, my young tiger hunter.

Up on my shoulders you go. You can be the lookout.’

‘Yippee! I can see the whole garden up here. Look! Paw prints. It looks like the tiger has been out all night. Daddy, do you think the tiger might be sleeping?’

‘Could be. We will have to keep very quiet so we dont wake him.’

‘caw caw

‘Look Daddy! Its a crow. Let me down because he might get me. He could be the tigers friend. He might tell him were in the garden.’

‘Look over here. This is a lady bug?’

Why do they call em lady bugs?’

‘Im not sure. Maybe its because they are so petite. Look at her tiny wings.’

‘Oh, look Daddy, the watermelon seeds are popping out.’

‘Yes, they are. Feel the little green shoot. Soon it will grow along the ground into a big vine and we will have lots of watermelons to eat.’

‘Yuck! Daddy, theres a snail.’ He pointed.

‘We cant have snails eating our seedlings, can we? We should put him on the compost heap. He cant do any harm there.’

‘Come on Daddy, we have to feed the tiger.’

‘Be careful where you walk. The garden is a bit overgrown near the shed. We might clean it up next weekend. What do you think?’

‘Oh no, Daddy! Where will the tiger live?’

‘You have a point there. Here we are. Empty the scraps onto the compost pile.’

‘Daddy, can we empty the scraps for Mummy tomorrow? There might be a dinosaur in our garden.’

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Tommys Lesson

Tommy entered the kitchen; his head bent forward to watch his feet as he walked. His hair skimmed the underside of the kitchen counter as he cut the corner.

Grandpa, can you help me tie my shoelaces please?

Sure. Up we go. He lifted his grandson onto a high kitchen chair.

Grandpa, why is it so hard to learn how to tie shoelaces?

Thats a good question. Everything we learn in life can be hard.

Why?

Because its part of learning.

Why?

Well, if everything was easy to learn in life there wouldnt be any strength to our character.

Huh!

Grandpa slowly looped a shoelace as Tommy watched. Let me put it this way, Grandpa continued as he twisted one end of the lace around the loop. Do you remember when your daddy and I took you fishing last summer?

Yes. Tommys face screwed up. It was so hard to get the worms to stay on the hook and get the fish to bite them.

Thats right. Do you remember how many times you had to practise to get it right?

Lots. The little boy nodded once and continued to study his grandfathers hands.

By the end of the weekend you had it just right and you caught the biggest fish for supper.

Tommys face beamed and revealed a toothy grin. He let his foot drop and held up the other one.

Your turn, Grandpa encouraged.

Tommy wriggled his foot onto his other leg and concentrated on the shoelace. It took a few minutes but eventually he made the final turn and pulled the loop through.

There will be other things in life you will need to learn and they wont be easy either.

Tommy sat looking at his shoes while he listened. Like what?

Oh, all sorts of things, like how to know the difference between right and wrong, when to make an important decision and how to choose which decision to make.

Why?

Because thats life and we need to learn lots of things like tying shoelaces and how to fish. Making a decision when choosing what kind of friends we should have can be a tough one.

That sounds really hard. Will I have to learn how to talk to grandsons too?

The old man laughed. Yes, but not for a while yet; thats a grown-ups lesson. You can wait for that.

Look, Grandpa. We tie shoelaces the same. Maybe you practised lots too.

Yep, I practised lots too but some life lessons took longer to learn than others.

Grandpa, can you teach me how to learn other life lessons?

I certainly can but right now why dont we have some ice-cream?

Tommy giggled and his eyes brightened. I guess we dont have to learn how to eat ice-cream.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The Moon and His Friends

Jenny sat on her window seat staring into the night sky. Stuffed animals snuggled in round her patiently waiting for a bed time hug. The night light by the bed gave the room a soft glow and the moon lit up the window.

I wonder if there is someone on the moon, Jenny whispered into the ear of Jerry the monkey that had curled his long arms around her neck.

There was no answer of course but Jenny continued to speak softly. One day I want to fly in a rocket ship and visit the moon. He looks so lonely way up there. Her voice faded and her eyelids drooped.

Will you take me with you?

Who said that?

Me!

Jenny turned to see all the animals smiling at her.

Which one of you can talk?

All of us, they said in unison.

But youre not real!

Yes, we are. Jerry loosened his hold and slid to her lap. Why do you think the moon is lonely?

Jenny blinked rapidly before answering. Well, look at him. He just hangs there all night every night. I never see anyone out there with him.

Just like us. He nodded to his friends who quickly nodded back.

Betsy the cow mooed loudly. We sit and watch the moon all night every night.

Why?, Jenny wanted to know.

Jerry answered. Because you only take one of us to bed.

But theres no room for all of you. I dont want anyone to fall out while Im sleeping.

Oh, its OK really, Marty the rhino replied. We like watching the moon too. Were his friends.

They were all watching the moon when Jenny heard another voice.

Its time you were in bed.

Can I take my toys?

Mum kissed Jennys forehead. Not all of them. The moon needs his friends.

Jenny smiled but didnt open her eyes as her mum place her in her bed and left the room.

Good night Mum. Good night moon.

And the animals on the window seat just watched the moon.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

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Roof Top Dancing

tap, tap, tap
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

There is someone on my roof
It sounds like they are dancing.

tap, tap, tap
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

I wonder if this roof is dance-proof
It wouldnt be for elephants prancing.

tap, tap, tap
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

Who is dancing on my roof?
Toward the eaves they’re now advancing.

tap, tap, tap
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

I sneaked a peek to find the proof
To do this, it took some chancing.

tap, tap, tap
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

There issomeone dancing on my roof!
It’s three galahs belly-dancing.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galah

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Haunting Wails and the Seashell

Multi-coloured seashells lined the shelf in Sophies spare room. They had always fascinated her nine-year-old granddaughter, Emma. Each shell had its own special story. Today, Emma had asked to hear about the big shiny spotted one, which twisted and curled to a little holey point.

Emma carefully lifted the shell from the shelf and sat on the bed as Sophie entered from the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her apron. She smiled down at her granddaughter holding the shell gently in her lap. I suppose you want to know about this very special seashell.

Where did you find it, Nanna? Its so pretty.

It is prettyas pretty as the beach I found it on. But this shell has a sad story to tell. The memory will live forever in here. Sophie placed her hand over her heart before continuing.

Poppa and I were visiting a place far from here on the west coast for a holiday back in 1992. It was our holiday of a lifetimejust after your mother finished college. It was a summer. We were staying at a resort village and Poppa and I spent the evenings walking along the cooling sand. On the third evening there was a full moon and we were about to head back up the beach to our bungalow when we heard a pitiful moaning. It seemed like it was coming from the ocean. The sound lingered like a haunting wail that echoed. I have to admit, I was afraid. Im not one to believe in ghosts, but that night I would have believed anything.

Oh, Nanna, that must have been soooo scary. What did you and Poppa do? What was it?

Sophie traced the contour of the twisted shell to the point, holding her finger in mid-air for a moment before continuing. Well at first we just stood there trying to work out what it was. Some of the resort staff came running down onto the beach yelling, Save them! Save them! It was then that we realized there were black mounds rolling in the surf. They looked like huge boulders. Some were closer to us on the wet sand; water lapping around them from the incoming tide. Some of the people started running into the waves. Poppa grabbed my hand. The boulders were actually whales. Some had already beached themselvesothers splashed about a little offshore where waves crashed around them.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she recalled the events. People were trying to persuade them back by yelling at them. Others just stood, staring, as one by one they beached themselves. It was an awful sight.

Did they go back into the water? Emma asked, her eyes reflecting her anguish.

Unfortunately, most of them didnt. I guess its part of nature. We never did find out why those whales beached themselves. We tried to help by keeping the whales wet. We even tried to encourage them back into the water. Sophie shook her head. Four days later the beach was covered in dead and dying whalesfifteen in all. I remember I sat in the shallow water beside a mother and her calf and wept for them. Poppa and I took turns taking short naps and taking time out for meals provided by the resorts kitchen. We continued our vigil for four daysthe remainder of our holiday. Weve always considered it a small sacrifice. We managed to get three whales back out into deeper wateronly three, but we were relieved we were able to help in a small way.

Oh, Nanna, this is the saddest story of all. But, where did you find the shell?

Sophie picked up the shell and blew into the small hole at the point. It made a howling sound, like the wind. She handed it back to Emma so she could have a blow, and continued her story.

About mid-morning on the last day, men with hoists came and loaded the dead whales onto the back of trucks to take them awayfor burial. I suppose we were too exhausted to ask where. When they lifted the calf beside me, I noticed something lodged in the wet sand. Poppa used his hands to dig it out and held it up to look at it more closely. One of the helpers from the night before took it from Poppas hands and washed it in the seawater. He lifted it to his lips and blew it, long and loud. It sounded almost like the mournful cry we had heard the evening before. The man handed it to me and walked away, back up the beach to the resort where he worked. Ill never forget those whalesor the beach.

Emma blew into the shell. The haunting wail lingered like the memories on the shelf. Sophie sat beside her in silence for a few minutes. Emma traced her finger around the shell before placing it into Sophies hand. She too, traced her finger to the point then placed it back in its place on the shelf.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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