‘Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!’ screamed Uncle Wizard.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh!’ cried Bob.
The three-headed snarl-beast snapped at their heels. Its lizard-like tongues rolled back, then spat stinging venom through the air. Uncle Wizard and Bob ducked as the venom splattered against a rock. The rock hissed, then melted like ice. The snarl-beast stomped towards them, its thick muscles rippling under purple, scaly skin
Uncle Wizard gulped.
‘You know what Bob, I don’t think this is the Land of Flowers after all.’
Bob the Pigeon shrieked in dismay.
‘You’ve only just realised that?’
Uncle Wizard shrugged.
‘Well, I thought it was strange, all these things trying to eat us. You know, I think we’ve taken the wrong door. I think this is the Land of Monsters. Bob, Bob?’
But Bob was not hanging around. As the snarl-beast roared, he scarpered towards a field of sting-grass and the door back to Wizard HQ. Uncle Wizard stared at the snarl-beast’s gnashing teeth, then hurried after him.
The sting-grass nipped at their legs, but there was no slowing up. The three-headed snarl-beast had chased them all through the Land of Monsters; across the Swamp of Doom, into the Ravenous Jungle, to the field of sting-grass. It had already bitten a chunk out of Uncle Wizard’s magic cloak and seemed utterly intent on eating them for dinner.
‘There it is!’ cried Uncle Wizard.
Up ahead stood the door back to Wizard HQ. They scampered towards it, but the snarl-beast closed with every stride. Its hugs paws pounded over the ground. Its gnashed its teeth, roared, then lunged. With a desperate dive Uncle Wizard and Bob burst back into Wizard HQ and bolted the door to the Land of Monsters behind them.
‘Phew!’ said Uncle Wizard. ‘That was close!’
They stood panting and wheezing in a dingy corridor down in the depths of Wizard HQ. Uncle Wizard gathered his breath, then pointed to a door on the opposite side of the corridor.
‘That’s the one we need.’
Bob frowned testily.
'Are you sure?’
Uncle Wizard nodded, then looked at the large rip in his magic cloak and the teeth marks in his hat. He was not going to make that mistake again.
‘Yes, this is definitely the door to the Land of Flowers! They’ll have loads of bog-grass in there.’
Bob nodded.
‘So why do we have to get this bog-grass anyway?’
Uncle Wizard shrugged.
‘Search me. There’s only one spell that uses bog-grass, and that’s a spell which fills your underpants with custard. I wonder who Lord Wizard wants to use it against? Whoever it is, they must really have upset him. I haven’t seen him this annoyed since I accidentally turned his flying-carpet into jelly last week. Come on, no time to lose, there’s bog-grass to find!’
Bob shook his head. He had a feeling Uncle Wizard was in for an unpleasant custard experience. He shrugged, then followed him into the Land of Flowers.
‘Wow!’ exclaimed Uncle Wizard.
‘Crumbs!’ cried Bob.
The Land of Flowers was extraordinary. The smells were intoxicating. All around them grew flowers of every size, shape and colour. There were huge green stems with giant purple flowers and fields of perfect poppies that glowed a glorious red. From east to west, north to south, there was nothing but endless fields of multi-coloured flowers.
Bob shook his head in amazement.
‘How are we going to find anything amongst all this?’
Uncle Wizard stared out across the sea of flowers and scratched his head. He was just about to pull out his spell book, when a cheery-faced moon-daisy popped its head up from behind a bush.
‘Good afternoon!’ chirped the moon-daisy. ‘Did you say you were looking for a flower? You’ve come to the right place if you did. There’s every flower ever grown right here. What is it you’re after?’
Uncle Wizard smiled pleasantly.
‘Why thank you for your assistance. We’re looking for some bog-grass.’
The moon-daisy shrieked.
‘Bog-grass! Bog-grass! What sort of place do you think this is? This is the Land of Flowers, thank you very much. We have no bog-grass here. The mere thought of it!’
Uncle Wizard sighed.
‘I’m sorry. Do you know where we could get some from, then?’
‘Not here,’ said the moon-daisy haughtily. ‘I only know one place where bog-grass grows.’
‘Where’s that?’ asked Bob.
The moon-daisy smiled.
‘Why, in the Land of Monsters. Do you know it?’
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!’ screamed Uncle Wizard.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh!’ cried Bob.
The End
Copyright Richard Anderson 2013
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh!’ cried Bob.
The three-headed snarl-beast snapped at their heels. Its lizard-like tongues rolled back, then spat stinging venom through the air. Uncle Wizard and Bob ducked as the venom splattered against a rock. The rock hissed, then melted like ice. The snarl-beast stomped towards them, its thick muscles rippling under purple, scaly skin
Uncle Wizard gulped.
‘You know what Bob, I don’t think this is the Land of Flowers after all.’
Bob the Pigeon shrieked in dismay.
‘You’ve only just realised that?’
Uncle Wizard shrugged.
‘Well, I thought it was strange, all these things trying to eat us. You know, I think we’ve taken the wrong door. I think this is the Land of Monsters. Bob, Bob?’
But Bob was not hanging around. As the snarl-beast roared, he scarpered towards a field of sting-grass and the door back to Wizard HQ. Uncle Wizard stared at the snarl-beast’s gnashing teeth, then hurried after him.
The sting-grass nipped at their legs, but there was no slowing up. The three-headed snarl-beast had chased them all through the Land of Monsters; across the Swamp of Doom, into the Ravenous Jungle, to the field of sting-grass. It had already bitten a chunk out of Uncle Wizard’s magic cloak and seemed utterly intent on eating them for dinner.
‘There it is!’ cried Uncle Wizard.
Up ahead stood the door back to Wizard HQ. They scampered towards it, but the snarl-beast closed with every stride. Its hugs paws pounded over the ground. Its gnashed its teeth, roared, then lunged. With a desperate dive Uncle Wizard and Bob burst back into Wizard HQ and bolted the door to the Land of Monsters behind them.
‘Phew!’ said Uncle Wizard. ‘That was close!’
They stood panting and wheezing in a dingy corridor down in the depths of Wizard HQ. Uncle Wizard gathered his breath, then pointed to a door on the opposite side of the corridor.
‘That’s the one we need.’
Bob frowned testily.
'Are you sure?’
Uncle Wizard nodded, then looked at the large rip in his magic cloak and the teeth marks in his hat. He was not going to make that mistake again.
‘Yes, this is definitely the door to the Land of Flowers! They’ll have loads of bog-grass in there.’
Bob nodded.
‘So why do we have to get this bog-grass anyway?’
Uncle Wizard shrugged.
‘Search me. There’s only one spell that uses bog-grass, and that’s a spell which fills your underpants with custard. I wonder who Lord Wizard wants to use it against? Whoever it is, they must really have upset him. I haven’t seen him this annoyed since I accidentally turned his flying-carpet into jelly last week. Come on, no time to lose, there’s bog-grass to find!’
Bob shook his head. He had a feeling Uncle Wizard was in for an unpleasant custard experience. He shrugged, then followed him into the Land of Flowers.
‘Wow!’ exclaimed Uncle Wizard.
‘Crumbs!’ cried Bob.
The Land of Flowers was extraordinary. The smells were intoxicating. All around them grew flowers of every size, shape and colour. There were huge green stems with giant purple flowers and fields of perfect poppies that glowed a glorious red. From east to west, north to south, there was nothing but endless fields of multi-coloured flowers.
Bob shook his head in amazement.
‘How are we going to find anything amongst all this?’
Uncle Wizard stared out across the sea of flowers and scratched his head. He was just about to pull out his spell book, when a cheery-faced moon-daisy popped its head up from behind a bush.
‘Good afternoon!’ chirped the moon-daisy. ‘Did you say you were looking for a flower? You’ve come to the right place if you did. There’s every flower ever grown right here. What is it you’re after?’
Uncle Wizard smiled pleasantly.
‘Why thank you for your assistance. We’re looking for some bog-grass.’
The moon-daisy shrieked.
‘Bog-grass! Bog-grass! What sort of place do you think this is? This is the Land of Flowers, thank you very much. We have no bog-grass here. The mere thought of it!’
Uncle Wizard sighed.
‘I’m sorry. Do you know where we could get some from, then?’
‘Not here,’ said the moon-daisy haughtily. ‘I only know one place where bog-grass grows.’
‘Where’s that?’ asked Bob.
The moon-daisy smiled.
‘Why, in the Land of Monsters. Do you know it?’
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!’ screamed Uncle Wizard.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh!’ cried Bob.
The End
Copyright Richard Anderson 2013
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