Food on the Table and Shoes on our Feet

I like the bunnies on mummy’s feet. Floppy ears. Soft to snuggle. When mummy wears them and her fluffy dressing gown we laugh and cuddle. I am her special girl. Just me and mummy. And the bunnies. Pointy black shoes can spike your leg by accident. Especially after big glasses of stinky drink that make…

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Innocence Lost

    Daniel padded to the scary doorway. The garden outside breathed with magic and life. “Be careful Danny, Mummy’s just going to make some tea. Don’t touch anything, all right darling?” Daniel waved and set out on his playful escapade. He danced along the gravelled path and up puffs of dandelion dust.  Ant soldiers…

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