Children's

Chapter Three A knock William sat in her kitchen with her mop and wonky mug of tea. Even her wonky cat Arthur, couldn't cheer her up. Everything was a mess. There was a knock on the door. She didn't want to answer it.

Chapter One Not everyone knows that you can do almost anything until someone tells you that it is impossible. For instance, there is a little girl, lying half way up a hill, far away, right now. She is talking to a tortoise through her toes. You might not believe me, but its absolutely true. She can do it, because she hasn't been told that it is impossible.

Aniseed didn't remember dozing off in the tree, but when she woke up, it was dark, and she was indoors. She had been dreaming all night, that she had been sleeping in the most amazingly soft bed, except she kept dreaming that a cow with a bad case of flatulence was sleeping on her head. Then she woke up and realised why. Everything stank. She was lying somewhere strange. It was cold, and moist, and smeely, and soft. It was in her hair and between her toes. This odd gunk. And then she realised. Of course. It was stilton. She was sleeping in a stilton. Not an ordinary stilton of course. An extraordinarily large, and extraordinarily overripe, and stinking stilton. She saw that Ted had even given her a little pillow, and a note, which read

Before she met Ted Sundown, before she met Lightning, and before everything was lost forever, Aniseed was ill.