Munayem Mayenin

Live the Tiny Brilliance

Children's

Poems Stories Novels

Welcome to the Children's section of the website. There are some samples of my writings for children. Do browse through and if you bump into any questions or wonders don't forget to send me a cool note to mm at munayemmmayenin dot co dot uk

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Munayem Mayenin

London

In the Middle of the Night

You can be sure

There must be a door

Behind that cupboard

Which strikes a chord

In the middle of the night

Does it not give you a terrible fright?

Behind that cupboard

Trust me there is a door! God!

Don’t you feel a chilly cold?

Hold it still! Hold

In the middle of the night

Does it not give you a terrible fright?

Bob and Hob talk

On the bunk bed in the dark

“Did you see the ghost?”

Bob got frost in his chest

In the middle of the night

Does it not give you a terrible fright?

They saw something moving

And the window curtains shivering

A ghost with a torch

And a glass of gin and scotch

In the middle of the night

Does it not give you a terrible fright?

Last summer when all were at sea

Having fun in the sand with cold tea

Guess what they did

These ghosts in need

In the middle of the day

On the spooky Saturday

The came out and had a party

And they ate a lot of smarty

Made a lot of mess

While played some chess

On dad’s chess board

All day long

Until the clock ding dong!

That Man is Sick

That man is sick

He is a thickety thick

I don’t like him

Because there’s some

Jelly in his chin

Well, that’s what I think

When I think of him

That man is sick

He talks with his dog

When he takes him for walks

He wears a funny hat

And walks like a dragon in pain

Well, that’s what I think

When I think of him

That man is sick

I don’t like him at all

He smiles at you when he happens to

Pass you by

He likes children a lot

He has some hidden paws and claws

Well, that’s what I think

When I think of him

I don’t like him at all

He is sick that man is

He is a thickety thick

Why is he nice?

Even though all are nasty to him?

I don’t like that man

He is sick

And makes me sick

He is different

That man is

He makes me sick

Even though there’s nothing wrong

With him at all

Or his dog or his dress

I don’t like him at all

Why he has to be different?

Why can’t he be like everyone else?

Martian Mirk

Martian Mirk

Does not wear hat

In fact he is a fat

Huge pig form Mars

Martian Mirk

Is really not a pig

Rather he dug

All his friends’ reddish tunnels

Martian Mirk

Alien of course

Eats eleven-course

Day and night

Martian Mirk

Wears his cap

On his flap

Yet walks like a pat

Martian Mark

Marks his things

In case it rings

When he is peeing

Martian Mirk

Well he is smart

Yet wears no shirt

Lives on a balloonic cloud

If you see him

Martian Mark that is

Tell him this

He should eat cabbages with potato rings

Trust Me He Was There

Well there he was

Standing at the bus stop

With a busted pair

A busted pair of trousers

He was wet

Standing in the dark

With his hands hanging

Like a wet silky scarecrow

He was shivering

Like a jelly on the plate

Yet he was smoking his pipe

And his smoke

Carling up high like a flying cat

He was standing at the bus stop

With his shirt sleeves rolled

There was a bird on his head

And it was poohing all over his top

Trust me he was there

Wet and silky shivering up and down

Not waiting for the bus

But his alien cousin to come

Newkiller for You

For the girls one penny

For the boys two

If you pay by Credit Cards

It is free for you

For the men up market

For the ladies down

For you it is nuclear

If you are Bush it is “newkiller” for you

For Americans democracy

Justice too and

Due process of law

Send the rotten terrorists to Guantanamo Bay

Anting Round the Cup

A giant sort of something came and blows them out; out into somewhere they had never been or known about. Antillo was nicknamed the smart ant by his friends. Antillo was playing about on that sunny summer day on a big green leaf from which they could see the whole greenery of their habitat.

“See that nothingness above,” Antillo was talking to his ten other friends lying on his back putting all his little legs up in the air. He seemed to be on one his talkative moods, in which he would talk to his friends giving them real insight about the world. His friend, particularly Anzilla, was bewitched by Antillo’s smartness. Antzilla was sitting beside him while trying to look at him as he spoke; others sat facing Antillo with wondered eyes fixed on their friend.

Antillo took a long pause and almost forgot what he was saying and looked around to see Antzilla who seemed to him the most beautiful Ant in the world. He thought he should tell her that some day. Antzilla smiled at him. The smile put him back to his track as to what he was talking about and he started, “As I was saying, see that nothingness above, that’s where the world ends.”
All his friends including Antzilla looked really hard to see that nothingness above their heads where supposedly the world ends but no matter how hard they looked they could not see the nothingness that Antillo was talking about. But they decided to take Antillo’s word for it because he, after all was the smart ant.

That was when a giant something came down to them that they did not see or could not see. It made a huge sudden gushing sounds that felt like a huge mad snake hissing. It felt like angry giant.

“Hang on tight!” screamed Antillo and held onto Antzilla while all of them screamed to the highest of their might.

The whole ant-troup on the leaf were being blown high in the sky with such a ferocious force that they could hardly hang onto. A couple of the troupe fell out of the leaf and the rest could hear their disappearing screams. They all closed their eyes.

They all now could see that nothingness that Antillo was talking about. The grey sparkling nothing that allowed them to go through it. There was nothing else to be seen, heard or felt. Most importantly they could not look up because the sun lights were very strong on their eyes that were all dazzled to almost blindness.

That horror lasted for an eternity, well at least that was Antillo’s analysis of the experience afterwards. They hang onto the leaf while that giant something continued blowing them in and out and their leaf went up side down to side ways and back ways and all the possible ways, up and down and more. As it went up they felt everything they had in their stomach was going down and when it went down they felt everything going up. A lot of them vomited on the leaf that made them smelly and wet as well.

And there was that bump laying an egg of utter and comprehensive silence. The giant angry something was gone. They were not being blown away anymore. The leaf had fallen on a cool, dry but damp place where there were lot of shadows that were moving and a semi darkness offered them a respite from the dazzling lights of the sun. Having landed in that place they looked at each other but did not talk. The suddenness of the whole event and the shock and horror stuck with them like their smell of vomit. They still are not able to think anything else but the two of their lost friends.

They sat their on the leaf that now looked torn apart by the giant angry something. Antillo looked at everybody and tried to see whether every one was all right.

He was still holding onto Antzilla who was looking at Antillo with a great sense of relief and admiration.

Antillo looked at her and felt like giving her a big hug which is what he did and let go of her.

He finally got the courage and strength and jumped out of the leaf onto the dry dead leaves. His friends followed him. They had a little survey of the area yet there was not a single living thing that could be found.

“No ants here!” declared Antillo.

“Where are we!” asked his friends. Antzilla looked at Antillo with a question full of eyes.

Antillo looked around and tried to assess the place and decided, “I think we are in outer space.”

“Outer space!” said his friends; you mean to say we are not in the ant world any more!”

“Yes, butt heads. But we have got to find a way to go back to our world.”

“We are hungry though, need something to eat.” everyone said.

Antrapillo, the tallest of the ant in the group suddenly said, “In order to go somewhere doesn’t one need to know where they are!” Antillo walked towards him, stopped right in front of his friend, observantly looking at him he said, “Indeed clever chap, indeed! He not only does need to know where he is but also need to know where he was to go!” ”But we don’t know where we are and where we are to go!” ”That’s right Mr Antrapillo! Got any suggestions?” No suggestions came out of Antrapillo and therefore they decided to look round for something to eat. They did not have to go far. They came to a place that seemed to be full of food.

Apparently they landed by the kitchen of a school. The kitchen stuff kept coming out and dropping so much food that they could not possibly eat for a million years.

Having had their tummy full they went back to the place where they had landed and found a whole under a small bush and went inside to have a rest and then they could think as to what to do.

tillo with a great sense of relief and admiration. They fell asleep soon and slept all the way through the day and night and only woken up by the sounds of the school children playing at the school playground. The ants got a bit taken aback by the sound. They got out to see what the sound was about. Antillo looked observantly to the playground and said: “That’s a school.”

“A school! What is a school?” all the ants asked the same question since they were born, and lived all their life in a savannah and never saw humans or their voices. Yet they trusted their friend Antillo’s understanding because he had always been a smart ant and had always been proven to be right. Well he came up with the right access to the right knowledge at the right time. So there was no point not trusting him now. Antillo sat down under the tree and called all his friends to sort of a meeting and said, “We are somewhere that we do not know. Antrapillo was right, we need to know where we are and how far from home so that we could try and go back.”
”How do we do that Antillo?”asked Antzilla. ”Let’s go and find out. Let me see, there are eight of us; two of us in each group and each group to different directions and see what you can find out. We shall be back here and take it from there.” The idea of going in twos did not receive too great deal of enthusiasm, but Antillo did not take much notice of it. He paired with Antzilla and went westward. ”Do you really think we could go back home?” asked Antzilla. ”Of course I do, we will go back home, trust me.” Antillo replied. They walked and walked until they ended up with a wall full of green wet moss. There was a building popping out by the wall. ”Goodness, how tall this is thing! Look at it!” said Antillo. They decided to go back. On their way back they heard that giant sort of something coming back and the whole bush and trees began to move violently and that horrible scary sounds started to drum up. Antzilla came close to Antillo and both of them lay still on the ground. A gush of wind came over them and blew Antillo’s dry leaf on which he was lying high in the air. ”Antillo!” screamed Antzilla. ”Don’t worry Antzy! I will be back! I love you!” His voice came faintly to Antzilla as it went further and further and got lost.
A little later he fell again on a hard white thing. “Ouch! That hurts!” Antillo said as he fell on the round edge of a cup that was sitting by the school kitchen, under the tree that stood right outside the kitchen door.Some one must have left the cup a long time ago because it felt quit cold. Antillo looked left and right but all he could see was that nothingness he was talking about to his friends. That nothingness that was grey and shiny stared at him. He looked down and up and all his eyes could fathom was that empty nothingness that extended towards him making him scared; he looked to his left because he noticed something different about that side. Left seemed to be a bit darker than the other side. A round dark patch seemed to be radiating a darkness from the bottom, which Antillo could not see.
”I wonder what that might be!” he said it to himself. However, having observed everything and acknowledged his initial fear he began to walk and he seemed to be going round and round around the top edge of the cup. He walked faster and faster, desperately looking for a way out to get back to his friends so that they could go home, yet he did not find any signs of an exit. He was getting tired and breathless. ”Anting round the cup! All I could do is anting round the cup and pray!”
Having all that anting round the cup made him so exhausted that Antillo did not know when he had fallen asleep on the cup. He had a dream. He heard his mum calling him from a far away place, “Antillo! Antillo! Come to me my son!” and at the same time he could hear the call of Antzilla that seemed nearer than his mother’s call.

“Antillo! Antillo! Where are you!” went Antzilla in desperation.
Antillo woke up and looked around but could not see anything. Having seen that nothingness he realised that that must be the end of the world and he had reached the end of it which seemed eternally round and which refused to end extending his misery.
He carried on anting round the cold round cup top about which he could not gather any grain of understanding, but continued walking in the hope that he might just be able to find a way to get back to his friends and go back home. He could not live here at the end of the world.
To his friends he was the smart ant who would always come up with an answer, yet here Antillo felt so alone and so scared that he felt like crying.

He begun to get more and more tired. Physical and mental exhaustion and dehydration coupled with hunger and cold, particularly, at night, began to make him weaker and he realised that his vision was getting all blurred. He could not make any sound any more.

Antillo fell asleep again out of sheer helplessness and exhaustion. In his dream he again heard his mother calling him but that time her voice seemed to have been coming from quite nearby.

He still could hear the faint cry of Antzilla which was almost getting lost in the furthest corner of the space.

All he could say was: “I’m coming mum, wait for me, wait for me!”

The Great Chinese Wall Train

Emma and Jake sat under the tree, waiting for the late afternoon train to come. Bill, their dog sat before them, apparently having a nap. Emma and Jake looked at the horizon on their left where lay the railway lines that went south to north. The track went gradually uphill so that when the train went up the hill they could see the whole train climbing up slowly and the train would appear as though it might just trip over.

They sat there waiting as they always did. They liked waiting for the train everyday after school. That’s the highlight of their day. Emma 10 and Jake 9, sister and brother, had to be friends because of where their house was situated.

Their house was at the centre of nowhere. There were no houses around for miles. The little pathway that came to their house through the field from the main road was the only connection they had with the world. That main road was about three miles up south.

Jill, their mum, did not go out at all. She stayed at home all day and slept most of the time while their dad Darren went to work as a builder and came home everyday with shopping in his horrendous looking van always tired and exhausted. The white van looked almost black. Darren had never washed it since he got it. Someone was so annoyed by the dirty van that they wrote at the back of the van: Rotten Van of the Century!!! Although they could not spell Century because, Emma noticed, they spelled it “senturi”.

If Emma and Jake had a great stroke of luck Darren might take them out and treat them with Pizza at the Town Centre and let them play about in the Town Park while Jill stayed back at home doing God knew what.

Emma and Jake thus became very close as sister and brother as well as friends. Every morning the school bus would come and take them to school and bring them back home. There was nothing special or exciting about that at all.

They could have been pretty miserable in the house where there was not much to do. They had no good television channels either that they could watch. They had no computers or other games that could help them spend time.

They were left to their own devices and imagination in that tiny little house that stood there on the ground feeling apologetic for being there because there were no other constructions about in that vast landscape of green lands and landscape.

After school everyday they would come home, change and have fish and chips or burger and chips and went upstairs into the attic where they built a playhouse. Emma and Jake built a wooden railway in there and trains too! Their trains did not run, rather they got pushed about. They had not had many books in the house either. The only books they would have would be the books they got from the school.

Emma would read out loud sometimes and when bored she would say: “It’s your turn now Jake!” and offer the book to him. Unwilling Jake would take the book and begin reading. Their story would not end because each of them read out a story that was not written on the pages of the book. They were reading out stories from their head, making it up as they went along.

At times Emma would write a song and sang it out while Jake tried to dance with it. At other times Jake would do the same and Emma would try to dance. Their attic wall had been turned into four big pieces of art works. They did not have much art materials so they used charcoal from the fire and other natural materials and continued drawing and painting on the walls until they transformed their four walks into four big pieces of art works.

“They looked rather great, don’t they?” said Emma when they had finished their walls.

“In fact, they do, Emma.” said Jake. Whatever they did at the attic Jill or Darren had never come up to see what they did in that attic.

Sitting on the floor carpet that was as old as the house Emma said: “I wish I could go places! Oh! How I wish!”

“Tell me about it!” said Jake. Then suddenly he got up and said, “There’s no point winging about it. Come on, let’s go out.”

“Go where?” Emma asked as she got up.

That’s the day they got interested in real trains. They went running all the way up to the railway line and came back and sat under the tree in the west of their house. They began to notice the train’s time table. That Dingledale Line did not have many trains running. There were only three trains in the whole day; one in the morning, one in about five of clock and one was at about eight.

Emma and Jake liked the sound of the train because it still ran on steam engine and had that rhythmic musical sounds that came journeying through the field and hitting their ears. On their bed trying to get to sleep they would wait for the train to come with music that would take them to sleep where they would ride a train. They waited as though they were passengers waiting to board a train going somewhere exciting.

When the train sounded nearer and the engine sounds were getting closer Emma and Jake would get up and sat on their bed all excited.

“You got everything?” asked Jake getting on board the train that seemed all empty.

“Yes, you?” answered and asked Emma. Bill followed them and there he was sitting by Jake and began to assess the situation to ascertain as to where he was.

They would sit at the window seats facing each other while the train driver blew the whistle and the train began to move.

Their eyes were sparkling. They looked out of the window. Their fascinated eyes tried to follow the moving landscape as the train went past the stationery landscape that seemed to become a moving picture like a cinema where everything became characters in the film; the lands, the greens, the trees and bushes, the telephone and electrical lines, the sky, the rivers, the ponds and lakes and the cattle herds and sheep; absolutely everything became part of a film. Emma and Jake sat there looking at as though they were sitting in a cinema watching an ever exciting story unfolding.

They both were all into that film when they heard somebody saying something, “Excuse me! Would you mind if I sat there?”

They turned round to see a big monkey standing there. He was wearing a banana suit with a blue and yellow tie. He had a pair of sunglasses that looked too big for his size and he was holding a bag that appeared heavy.
He rather looked like a businessman, or businessmonkeyman.

“Of course you can sit there.” They answered.

“I am Montanso Monkeymarcus.” The monkey said offering his hand to Emma and Jake.

“I am Emma and this is my brother Jake and that, over there, is Bill. Nice to meet you Mr Monkeymarcus.”

“Pleasures all mine. Please call me Montanso, everyone does so.” Montanso said as he sat down by the window on the other side. Bill looked at him with a pair of suspicious looking eyes and smelled the air as if he was smelling the monkey out to see whether he had any dishonourable intentions.

Emma got a packet of chocolate out from her rucksack and gave a piece to Jake and had one for her and then offered it to Montanso.

“Would you like some?”

“That would be wonderful, thanks.” Montanso took the chocolate bar while Bill looked rather jealous.

“Don’t worry Bill, here is your bone!” Emma got a bone out of her bag and offered it to Bill.

Montanso opened his bag and got a laptop out and appeared like a wiz kid, getting everything untangled up and connected and there he was with his works.

Emma and Jake could not help but get curious about Montanso. They looked at each other with questions in their eyes.

“If you don’t mind Mr Monkeymarcus, said Jake, what exactly do you do?”
“Please enough with Mr Monkeymarcus! Do call me Montanso!
“Montanso.” Corrected Jake.

“Oh! Me? Nothing really. I am a Tourismotial Personage, trying to do some research.”

“What!” both Emma and Jake exclaimed, “what is that!”

“What? Tourismotial Personage? Oh, I am sorry, this means I go to places and accompany people in their travels and support them, sort of a guide, if you like.”

“That’s sounds interesting, said Jake, so you’ve been to many places?”

“Yes, that’s right, plenty!” Montanso said trying to pull his red beard back in shape with his hands.

“So where are you going today?”

“Oh, today, I am going with you?”

“With us? Why?”

“Well, you see, you have never been to the Chinese Wall Railways, have you? Therefore the Great Chinese Wall Railways decided to appoint me to be your Tourismotial Personage.”

“We are going to see Great Railway Company Chinese Wall!” Emma and Jake got all muddled up in their excitement.

“Oh, yes, you are going to see the Great Chinese Wall on board the train of the Great Chinese Wall Railways! But not to see the great Chinese Wall to be precise because you shall be seeing the whole of China from the top of the Chinese Wall, on board a train.”

“Goodness me!” said Emma, while Jake said, “It would be like floating in the air on a train!”

“Indeed.” Said Montanso and went back to his laptop.

Emma and Jake became very excited by the prospect of going to ride over the great Chinese Wall.

That was when a porter came pushing a food trolley and there were couple of waiters. Emma, Jake and Bill were served with great food and drink and the waiters served them as they were royalties. Montanso seemed to be instructing the waiters and asking them to do things. He on the other hand did not eat anything, but was rather busy on his works smoking a banana-like cigar.

“You are not eating anything!”

“Oh! No, no, I do not eat at night.”

An hour or so passed since they had their supper Emma and Jake looked out of the window. The summer evening was losing the last touch of the fast disappearing fainted lights and it was getting dark outside. However, they noticed that the train was now not on the ground but actually floating in the sky and its front was pointing higher, which they could see with their heads outside the window.

“We are flying! We are flying!” Sang Emma and Jake.

“That’s the beginning! Said Montanso, get ready for the landing soon.”

“Landing?” Emma and Jake asked.

“Yes, landing, when you fly you have got to land! Well it’s not much of a landing but more of a touch down. When the train reaches the top of the Great Chinese Wall it will slow down and very gently touch down the railway track and begin to move again.”

“It’s going to hurt!” said Jake.

“Not at all. It would be like a swan touching down the water of a lake.”

“I very much hope so.” Said Emma and then added, “I wish I could see the touch down from the outside!”

“Let me see what I could do!” said Montanso and went to his laptop and soon they could see the train approaching the track on the laptop.

By then they realised the train was slowing down quite fast. It came almost to a standstill and then they saw the train was actually on the railway lines on top of the Chinese Wall. The train began to move slowly. It felt like they were watching a film on slow motion.

Looking out of the window Emma and Jake lost speech. They were on top of the world, in the sky looking down. How beautiful everything appear! The view was breathtaking.

“God! The world is so beautiful!” said Jake.


The alarm went off and would not stop. Emma and Jake would have had to up now and walk to the table so that that brutal alarm clock could be put off!

They opened their west window and looked out. It was about time the morning train to come. They waited with their ears eagerly anticipating the distant sounds of the train which gradually would become clearer and clearer and finally the train would appear at the edge of the horizon. In a few seconds they began to hear the sounds that were getting louder and the train did enter into their eyesight’s parameters. They did become part of something that was not part of their house.

“The train is late today!” said Jake with an impatient tone looking at the horizon under the tree. Bill was still napping.

“I don’t think so!” Emma disagreed, “Let’s walk to the railway line.”

They got up and began walking towards the railway line. They were almost half hidden under the green. Bill ran about after them silently trying to catch dragon flies along the way.

“There it is!” Emma exclaimed.

“Where is what?” Jake enquired.

“The sound of the train. Listen!”

Jake concentrated in listening and he heard the faint sounds of the train which began to grow clearer by the second.

Emma started running towards the railway line and Jake followed. They ran as fast as they could as though they were dancing in a ballet where the train was playing the orchestra all on its own.

 

The Catman

(A Children's Novel)

Chapter One

 The Catman got his head out onto the surface of the ever expanding and never ending snow desert. The sun was at the middle of the sky and shining like a bright yet dim candle. It was spring and the weather was not so cold. The Catman stood up on his two feet while two of his paws (when obviously he stood up) became his arms. He stretched his arms into the air as though he was trying to get the sun onto his hands. He felt very dry in his hands. He felt he could drink an ocean of water. He took a very long and a very very deep breath.

 “Ahhhh!” He sounded as if he had not taken in a breath of fresh air in eternity!

 The Catman walked out of the hole he had come out of! He was wearing a rainbow dress that covered him like a shawl except it was a dress attached to his body as if it was his skin. His face was like a man and his body was like a cat. He was quite big to be a cat and rather small to be a man. He was about the size of a tiger. He started to look around to see whether he could see any water as he was feeling thirsty. There was no water to be seen in as far as he could see.

 The wind was blowing south to north and the snow flakes were blown away like tiny little seeds of ice. The Catman stood for a while and appeared in contemplation. Suddenly he clapped his two hands and there appeared a rectangular mirror in front of him. It was taller than Catman and very big. It was bigger than any average black boards that are used in schools. The Catman seemed puzzled and bewildered at this happening. He looked around with a suspicious looking pair of eyes and appeared scared!

“What is this! Is anybody there!” Catman sounded desperate to hear somebody. He was, it appeared, expecting and even praying that there should be somebody at least! He did not want to meet up with a ghost at the middle of nowhere and experience a ghostly encounter!

“Is anybody there!” Now Catman’s voice sounded really scared.

He looked around again. There was nothing at all except the sounds of the wind blowing the dancing snow flakes.

Catman became even more perplexed and sat down on the ground.

As he was sitting down he put his left hand on the ground for support, which got some snow on it. He wiped his hands with his other hands and the mirror disappeared!

That made Catman even more curious and excited!

“What is happening here!” he exclaimed.

He clapped again and the mirror appeared again and disappeared after another clap!

Catman felt good!

He started to play around with the mirror.

“There you see it there you don’t!”

He pointed his left arm and the mirror moved to his left and he turned round to his left and pointed his right hand in a sudden move to out move the mirror yet the mirror managed to go to his right.

Catman realised that he could get the mirror anywhere and anyway he wished!

 “This is cool man! I like this!” He said to himself and he started to play with the snow and started to sing

 “There you see it there you don’t

The magic mirror my magic mirror

Oh! I am cool in the spring!

There you see it there you don’t

As he was singing and dancing about the mirror danced with Catman and all sorts of beautiful sceneries were being displayed on the mirror.

 “Magic mirror magic mirror

How do you do? How do you do?

Can you bring me a magical pair of shoe?

Can you bring me some water and food?

Can you bring me my best friend Jude?”

Having sung this Catman sat down rather exhausted and short of breath.

He closed his eyes as he began to sweat and the sweat began to go to his eyes. He wiped his eyes and looked at the mirror.

Out jumped the magical pair of shoes and a beautiful golden jug full of water and a silver glass and Jude, Catman’s best friend appeared with a tray full of food! Catman looked at all these with utter disbelief but having seen Jude coming out of the mirror made him almost faint! He could not say how many years it must have been since he had last seen Jude, his best friend! Jude looked like Catman yet wearing a red dress exactly like the one Catman was wearing! She looked astoundingly beautiful to Catman.

Suddenly Catman realised that he did not remember anything at all about his life. Who he was, where he was and why he was. He did not even think he knew anybody called Jude! Now though he realised that he had known Jude for a long time and that he had not seen her for many many years!

Jude put the food tray on the table that just appeared out of nowhere and as she was getting up to look at Catman he looked at her face looking up at him. She looked the most beautiful thing on that barren snow washed nowhere!

“Jude” Catman called!

“Catman!” called Jude.

They sat together. They looked at each other and they cried and they laughed and they danced and they played. They ate together and they sang together and they threw snow flakes at each other and then they threw themselves on the snow.

 “Calm down you two!”

They heard a female voice, which sounded very affectionate!

Catman and Jude were surprised to hear the voice but they did not know where the voice was coming from. They looked around.

“Don’t look over there, I am over here!” said the mirror.

“So you can speak too!” said Catman and Jude.

“This is time to go Jude!” said the mirror.

“Go! She just got here!” almost a scream came out of Catman’s mouth.

Jude looked very sad. Catman looked very very angry.

Jude walked into the mirror and it just disappeared altogether and Catman noticed that this time the mirror did not require his claps.

He sat down and looked at the red velvet silk scarf Jude had left him. He looked at it and felt very bad. He kicked at the ground out of frustration.

He sat down with a bump. He felt lost. His eyes appeared watery and he sighed. Looking at the scarf he felt something deep inside him moved really violently. He almost felt sick to his stomach. He could smell blood! He could feel burning in his whole body. His whole body was wet in hot blood. He could hear endless gunfire and desperate screams and cries of people and footsteps of mayhem driven people and children. He could feel that everything was becoming dark as in those horror stories. He felt an astonishingly powerful and almost terrifying thirst in his mouth! He felt somebody was holding his hands and yet he could see that there hands were cold, wet and motionless. He could feel the screams and cries and footsteps of people and children and the sound of gunfire were getting thinner and thinner and he could not breathe anymore!

Violently he stood up and shook his head.

“No!” he screamed out so loud that he startled himself with the force of his voice.

He could not remember anything else at all. He felt a sadness around his body and mind. Yet he started to walk north.

As he started to walk he realised somebody was following him. He looked back and saw a Cheetah was walking behind him! Having seen a Cheetah following him Catman got scared and out of sheer animal instinct began to run.

“Hi! Listen! I am not goanna eat your up!”

Cheetah shouted and began to laugh.

 Catman stopped and came back to Cheetah!

 “Who are you and why are you following me?” asked Catman.

 “I am Cheetabill, a friend of your Father.”

“Cheetabill! This is rather a usual name for sure, I can tell you this! But a friend of my Father! This sounds rather far fetched, don’t you think, since I do not recall the fact that I had a father.”

“Well, do you think, you just one day fell from the sky and began to walk!” laughed Cheetabill.

“Obviously not!” agreed Catman, but I do not know anything about my Father or whether I had one!”

Catman sat down beside Cheetabill who was by then sitting rather nicely on the snow.

“Listen, I am your friend too, Catman,” said Cheetabill, you do not remember much but trust me, you will.”

“Until then I should trust you, yes?”

“I am afraid that’s the deal!” said Cheetabill.

“Well, if I don’t?”

“Well, then you are going to be the most miserable lonely bugger of all times, I am afraid!”

“I don’t think I like the prospect of that at all.”

“I couldn’t agree more!”

“What now then!”

“Nothing in a hurry, my friend. We have a lot of work to do.”

“Tell me about my Father then? Did I have a mother too?” How was she like, my mother I mean?”

“Well, your Father got me tied with you until eternity to follow you around! So don’t worry, I will tell you everything, all in good times!

“We have to go to Bigstoppardom!”

“Bigstoppardom! What is that!”

“Your home!”

“My home! And I do not even know it!”

“You will know it as and when you went there! Are you going to race me there or walk on your own!” Having said that Cheetabill began to run and soon Catman followed him. They ran for a while and then fell down on the snow tired and out of breath.

“This is no way to go to Bigstoppardom!” said Cheetabill.

 He stood up and said:

“ita itta illya on

Come here now you Mon!”

To his utter surprise Catman saw the mirror appeared again before them but now it was not a mirror but a big glass tube or rather like a glass concord.

Cheetabill clapped his two front paws and the doors opened and he offered Catman to get in!

“After you!”

“Thank you very much! So is that your Mon!”

“No, this is your Mon”

“What now?” asked Catman.

“Tell Mon to go.”

“Go dear Mon, go!”

“No, not like this!” said Cheetabill

“Like what then?”

“Clap and tell”

Clap and tell

Hence Catman clapped and told Mon to go.

It shot off the air like a bird and disappeared into the northern horizon.

The day looked still dim and the snow desert was still blown by the spring wind. There were no other animals about.

Chapter Two

Bigstoppardom was the ultimate cool place, made, managed, organised, run and enjoyed by kids! This place was the ultimate kidsmiraclemagikingdom of fun and nothing to worry about in the world kind of place! Hundreds of thousands of acres of land were designed and landscaped in the valley of a snow mountain on the north spreading its long white arms towards the east and west. The south of the valley went gradually high up like a rainbow of all shades of green grass, trees, bushes, herbs and shrubs and flowers and vines and finally forming a beautiful highland touching the sky with its colourful hair. In the east there was this almost infinite green valley goes onto the sea and on its way to the sea the snow mountain’s sparkling silver daughter the Snowripple joined from the north and floated like a shining silver live rope that glitters in the sun. And finally the west of the Bigstoppardom where one would see white bears, reindeers and other animals live in a lazily organised life of their own and the sun set seemed to create the biggest of theatrical stage of the most beautiful scarlet play in the slightly embarrassed young face of the dusk bidding goodbye to the day or welcoming the evening. The birds spreading their wings high in the sky with the ethereal electrical vibes in astonishing formations singing the chorus of the warm future in the summer sun bearing the pictures and aroma of plentiful of nature’s bounty in food! The beats, the rhythm and rhyme of their unison wings fluttering the winds womb’s away that reflects the scarlet radiation of the sky onto the spatial atmosphere and the joyful symphonic sounds of children’s playing and singing in and across the Bigstoppardom under the crystal clear blue sky embroidered in countless millions of stars forming the most detailed paintings on the upper space! Heaven must look down with huge amount of envy!

When one stood facing the snow mountain Snowtonia they would feel a sense of wonder and amazement that hanged over the white smiling snow coming down in a shawl of endless white pearls! Looking at snow makes anybody feels a dry, silky, soft and in a way reassuring sense of off warmth!

Down Snowtonia mountain valley there stood the Bigstoppardom. The site was formed in a huge Octagonal shape, where each side was about a few miles long! The walls were built with beautifully crafted stone statues of all the characters of children’s literature around the world as if the designer-architects children felt that the best guards of their Kidsmiraclemagikingdom would be the fairy tales characters from the story books and myths and legends.

These tall stone statues of Goldilocks and Three Bears, Cinderella and the Good Fairy, The Beauty and the Beast, The Swan Lake and Three Billy Goat Graf, James and Giant Peach, The BFG and wolves and pigs and horses and foxes and fowls! All were cheeringly standing guarding the Bigstoppardom.

Bigstoppardom had a magical gate made of miracle snowy pearly materials that glittered and sparkled which resembled a welcoming smile of a happy child. Once the visitor stood in front of the gate and thought of anything or any place they wanted to be the gate would open and a red carpeted big avenue appear before the child.

Whatever transport the child would think of to ride appear before him. The “driver” of the vehicle was an invisible voice that told the riders the stories of children visiting Bigstoppardom! The desired vehicle would take the rider to the imagined place.

If the visitor wished to enter into the story of Cinderella and become a character in that story the vehicle would take them right into it.

The child is the king and attention of everything in the Bigstoppardom. Anything and everything was possible there! Children could go in the past, stay in the present or jump onto the future or change the past and take it to the future or whatever takes their fancy.

There were huge landscapes gardens, mazes and meadows! There were wonderfully placed paintings, drawings and photographs displayed on the cyber walls that went along the sides of the roads and avenues that are shadowed with green avenues of trees. There were birds and bees and bumble bees and dragon flies all ensuring their input into the big scene.

There were parks, restaurants, swimming pools, keep fit centres, lakes, ponds, meadows, wild rides, animals grazing zones all spread all over the place all arranged in all these Stoppardoms: The Domestoppardom at the middle, the Waterstoppardom, the Underwaterstoppardom, the Undergroundstoppardom, the Skystoppardom, the Rainbowstoppardom, the Invisiblestoppardom, the Seastoppardom, the Snowtoniamountainstoppardom, the Highlandstoppardom, the Astronomicalspaceadventurestoppardom and the Learningfunfriendstoppardom.

The big dome at the middle, the Domestoppardom housed all the in house games that one could think, know and hear of or even could imagine. The place was always full of thousands of children playing in there.

There were train rides, bus rides, rocket launch, gondola rides, high and low slithering games which seems very popular with children. It was played on boat like wooden vehicles, called woodensnowboat, that basically was a wooden boat fixed on big rectangular wooden base piece, whereby it was taken high in the Snowtonia mountain and then the rider sits tight and gets down as fast as the woodensnowboat goes!

There were cable rails, high ether invisible rope walks and flying solo and in teams and most popular of attractions was the games that was played in the sky. It would be played like football except the fact that it would be played in the sky. There would be no goal posts and the whole sky was the limit. The players in the teams tried to keep the ball in the sky and not let it fall bellow a level or down on the ground! The team keeps the ball in their possession and up in the sky wins the game. Most importantly all the players in every team try their best to make the opposition team players to drop the ball.

The players wear a special fly suit with arm wings made of silk materials. They wear boots but fly using their arm wings and feet support that hangs out of their boots!

The other attraction was the rainbow walk and rainbow race. There were magical rainbows between the Snowtonia Mountain and the south Highland.  And children go up the mountain and climb onto the rainbow and walk the most magical walk of their life. Once they are on the rainbow walk or race the participants do not see the Bigstoppardom or the world. Instead they see the most beautiful paintings and landscape sceneries and listen to the most beautiful music.

There were games and attractions on Snowtonia and on the Highland as well as on the sea beach and sea.

The Learningfunfriendstoppardom was the most important of all Bigstoppardoms as all the children in taking part are residents of the Bigstoppardom and they need to learn how to live on the Bigstoppardom and obviously needed to learn how to do things and find a job to do to help others. Everyone was inducted at this stoppardom and all had to finish the Bigstoppardomcompletiongraduation to become a Catman! That’s the ultimate thing a kid living on the Bigstoppardom could be. Hence, all the children at the Bigstoppardom were not Catmen, only the ones that had achieved their graduation. New kids were coming in everyday all the time and they needed to be inducted at the entry point level so that they could complete their graduation one day.

Coming back to the gate of the Bigstoppardom, that seemed to have taken a very shining decoration this late afternoon. There were dragons and fairies forming vine formation on the gate and millions of different colour lights flashing and there were all sorts of decorations and lighting displays across the Bigstoppardom. No one could miss to notice the beauty of this arrangement and the importance and appearance of whoever was to come.

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The Eagles

Chapter One

Once upon a time
Long ago
There lived a family
Of Eagles on a mountain top

Their nest was on a treetop tall
Where lived two little chicks
And a little egg waiting to hatch
A little egg waiting to hatch
While the chicks waited to see it cracked

Mummy Eagle went to hunt one day
Daddy Eagle went to hunt one day
High up in the sky they flew
Like a majestic pair of dynamic jets
Wonder filled eyes of the chicks
Looked at their flying parents
And felt so proud while they sat
On their nest on the mountain top

Summer’s curtain started to go up
The valley was full with green and boom
The river down bellow flew like a watery snake
All the animals came to drink
Down the valley of tunes and tones
The river had the blue sky in its water
The blue shining with the white clouds
Being chased by the summer’s wind
All in water stage the sky came bathing

Mummy Eagle came back with the kill
Daddy Eagle followed her soon
But sad they were to see one chick dead
And the other little one upset to see
Her brother dead-sleeping like a statue of steel
All of them cried and cried
All afternoon on their nest on the mountain top


The Father Eagle sat beside the cold dead chick
Like a terrible thunder made silent to be burst
Red were his eyes like a dragon’s breath
While the Mother Eagle cuddled the chick
That was so very sad and frail
Above the nest flocks of clouds in the sky
Floating like a lazy man’s midsummer’s dreams
And the afternoon stood still as it watched

Hours slid by like a python’s midday walk
The bereaved Eagle Father rose
Like a sudden wave of ocean
He looked at his wife and daughter
And got the dead chick into his beaks
And off he rose into the sky slowly
As if he couldn’t lift the weight of his dead little son
He looked down as he flew up
He looked down on his wife holding the chick
Tears fell from his eyes like raindrops
And he felt a pain in his eyes
A pain that one feels when struck by a stone

He circled above the nest for a while
And suddenly he started making a cry
A cry that was so very loud and hard
A cry that was so very sad and deep
A cry that was so very sharp and edgy
That kept on echoing all afternoon
Around the mountain tops
Around the valley and beyond
Which might even have reached
All the way up to heaven’s doors
Like invisible smoke of a far away fire

He carried on circling for hours
With the body of his dead chick on his beaks
And he finally dived-dived onto the sea
As slowly as he possibly could
As if he was trying to reach the point
Where speed became almost still
Though he felt inside like a crashing aeroplane
And let he did the dead chick go on the water
And he shot up again like a sudden sea wind
Upward bound he continued to rise

He then went flying around the sky
He felt his wings getting heavier
He felt as if his wings being chopped
By the cold steel knife of northerly wind
But he carried on flying to put off his sorrow
Into the cold heart of the bitter wind
Down bellow the river flowed
And the life all in its glory went on
As if nothing else mattered a nought

He carried on flying like a sad jet of wings
He flew and flew for hours that day
Until he found the urge to sit on a lonely treetop
Near his nest where his family mourned
He sat at the top not crying any more
Not feeling anything into his cold sad heart
The sun began to go down in the west
And the sky stood with a goldorange makeup
And the ocean copied her down bellow
The Eagle’s eyes followed with a look:
A look of mere emptiness like the vast sky
That went out to reach the horizon
And as the sun went down the watery path
To reach the end of the tunnel
To begin a new dawn somewhere else
The Eagle watched this scene
In that surface of goldorange sparkling water
His dead son rose with a majestic flight
Skyward bound he flew while the last rays of the sun
Fell on his wet feathers that shone like gold on fire
And the Eagle looked and he looked and he looked
Until his son vanished into the horizon
“Good bye my child!” he cried
As he rose to return to his nest



Another dawn began with the red sun
Peeping up through the trees
At the mountain edge
The Mother Eagle woke up near the father
Of all her chicks that she ever bore
Including the ones that died
She looked composed after the night’s sleep
And the father Eagle woke up
Still his eyes were red
The chick still asleep on the nest
Both Mummy and Daddy Eagle left to hunt

Hunting they did all morning long
That’s what eagles do
They hunt for food
They never stole anyone’s meal
Hard working as ants eagles hunt
Hunt from the bounties of the Mother Earth
Whatever there was to hunt

Time passed by and healed the wounds
And they began a life with a set of new hopes
Hopes were like sunrays
That shone through one’s heart
Hopes were like rainbows
That painted through one’s heart
The Eagles shone in peace
The Mummy and Daddy Eagle flew in the sky
That was there home
That was their sea with ether water
With the coral clouds and the current of winds
Floating above the sea or earth
The sky is the limit to an eagle’s wings
The Mummy and Daddy Eagles flew in the sky
The home they loved so much
They flew together like formations of fighter jets
They went up and they went down
They circled round and they dived out
Their wings touched each other’s
As the wind now cooled them down
The valley down below that carried the river
Carried on life with all the animals
Playing their little parts in their mini plays
The Eagles sang their songs together
Their songs of freedom and triumphs
Their songs of pure joys and happiness
As well as the songs of melancholy
Sorrows and pains that came through time
As they sang the Mummy Eagle’s wings
Touched the Daddy Eagle’s wings
And their eyes could focus on the rainbows of hopes
And their eyes could focus on the sunrays of hopes
While they sang their little chick on the nest
Took its first flight down hill with a great thrill
Mummy and Daddy Eagle dived down with a great big spin
They went down like a pair of lightning-arrows





The Eagle chick they called Eagleena
Grew by the day like a cloud
That grew with the wind
She grew quite cute and strong
Like a wild flower plant in the wind
By the river bank in the valley
Who held the family fun

It’s her time now to go about learning
Learning how to fly like her parents
Learning how to hunt from the bounties
Of the Mother Earth
Where she now fell on a bush
Mummy and Daddy Eagle came
To rescue her thin little body

They told her things that she needed to know
She asked them questions a million and one
Until the edge of patience ran out of her parents
She stood on a huge rock looking down the valley
Down the rock her parents stood
Daddy Eagle said, “ Stretch your wings
And keep them still like a pair of sails.”
Eagleena did as she was told
“Try to feel the vibe of the wind
And hold still your wings
Can you feel a rhythm?
Deep in your spine?”
“Yes, I can, Dad” replied the chick.
As the family went about teaching
The clown of the valley Mr Fox
Arrived on the scene quite upset
But still as jolly as a butterfly in the spring
He had a big fat nose as red as a cherry
And his tail went up curling like an alien antenna
He wore a dress made of thousands of bits
Of things only God knew their whereabouts
And he came and he stood in one leg
Pulling a face as long as the map of British Isles
“What’s the matter, Mr Fox!”
Enquired the Eagle Father
While Eagleena couldn’t stop laughing
Looking at Mr Fox the clown of the valley
“See!” he said in a very sad tone
As he stood on his four legs
While his antenna tail went curling up
Like a fog of smoke
“The Lion, the king, declared new rules!”
“New rules! What new rules?
Asked the Father Eagle with a touch of contempt
“Well,” said Mr Fox as he took little Eagleena
To his arms to hold her up
“He has made a thing called money and said
From now on everybody in the valley
Will have to get money from him
And then they could buy their food and drink!”
“Money! What is money!
And how or why do people get them?”
Mr Fox looked quite intellectually busy
As his ears went longer and up
“It’s made of paper with the lion’s photos on them.”
“How do people get them?”
Enquired the Father Eagle
“Well, the king of animals
Give away money to animals he likes.”
“Then what?” Enquired
The father of Eagleena the beautiful chick
“Then the animals go and buy
Whatever they want with their money.”
As Mr Fox said that a fly flew right into his nose
And he started to laugh
Followed by a sneeze as big as an invincible whale
“Bless you”, said the king of the Sky
“Carry on Mr Fox”, encouraged the eldest
Brother of the Eagle flock
That reigned the sky of the rainbow valley
For thousands of years
“Well, the king said, “No one
From now on could hunt
Except the king’s workers
Who would bring the kills to the market to sell
And people who have money could only buy.”
“What about the ones with no money at all?”
“Well, you go and ask the king of the beasts!”
“Be assured Mr Fox he will most certainly do that
And, moreover, he will not have any beast
Telling him what to do or not.”

Mr Fox went away feeling a bit chilly
And his nose getting redder by the minute
As he vanished into the bushes
His antenna tail went left and right
And he carried on singing
“No one knows but the thing
The thing is coming like a purple baboon
No one knows but the thing
The thing is coming like a black scary hoon
But do not ask me what is the hoon?
As I do not want to tell this thing
This thing is the mother of blood and death.”

The king of the Eagles and the monarch of the sky
Went up like a huge ocean wave
But as he rose he felt like a volcano
That was just waking up inside
He went up as if to rise up to the heaven’s gate
He continued rising up and up
While his wings caught the vibes of the winds
Beneath his wings that grew stronger over the years
He thought to himself quite a long time
What could be done to stand up against the lion
Who declared hunting banned
Who declared animals’ rights vanished
Mother Earth was wide open to animals’ reach
Bounties of gifts for them to live on
Now taken away by the beast
And the animal kingdom to parish
For such a retarded beast
And his silly paper money

“I will not have your money
I will not have you taking Mother Earth
For the Eagles will never stop
So long the sky is vast and blue
And so long the wind bring forth
The call of the rhythm and beats of life
That invite us to go beyond the horizon
That invite us to stride beyond the skies




Chapter two

At the mid mountain the Lion
The king of all the beasts
Had his palace built that had no rival around
The palace stood like a titanic castle
Rising up the sky as if to dare the heaven
Up above that looked down and smiled
Towards the ugly arrogance of the King
At the Lionnium the palace of the Lion
There sat the King with his Queen
Wearing all the jewels and emerald stones
That sparkled on her shiny throne
Like series of continuous lightening long
The Queen sat beside husband’s throne
That was made of seven lionhead jewels
And around the King and the Queen
Sat eleven Sub Queens of the Lion King
All of them dressed up as if to say
They hated colours as much as they did the Queen
As they wore nothing but silky black
In front of the throne there set
Hundreds of members of the Commons
Made of giraffes and zebras cheetahs and monkeys
And all sorts of animals that the King had chosen
Sitting to hear the king’s wise words
On the right on an upper level
There sat a set of nine big heads
Two tigers and a pair of lizards
One of fox, leopard and elephant
And there was a peacock with a cute little crow
Around a round table with a huge pumpkin shell
On the left on the same level sat
Another bunch of people totally eleven and one
At the end of the hall on the first floor
There sat a solitary Counsel Chief who was a Fox
Who was looking down at the King

The Counsel Chief Foxonnium Foul
Coughed a little that went through the court
Creating a mini wave to get attentive ears
The king looked intently at the Queen
“One can not rule, one can not at all,”
Started the Counsel Chief,
“One can not rule at all
By making all the subjects powerless!
In order to rule, he continued well,
The First rule of ruling, your Royal Highness,
Is, to divide and do nothing else,
And then rule and do nothing else,
For if you divide you do not have to rule
The division itself will rule for you.”
Foxonnium Foul stopped and had a little water
While two oxen on his left and right
Kept him fanned and cooled

“Now we have set about dividing
And devised all the ways and means to rule
Now before you, Your Majestic Highness,
We have an Assembly of representative Commons
Sitting as an Assembly to help us rule
But they can not rule themselves
Thus we have an executive of twelve men
Led by one who was first among equals
Although who could sack the other twelve
As and when it pleases him at all.
He will execute the dirty business of ruling
Ruling thus must be left for the dustbin man
For your highness you must be kept
Beyond reproach or condemnation
As the king must stand looking like the nation”

“Management of money and the wealth
Must be done by these people
But they do not know much at all
Thus I have provisions made quite well
These good people who are sitting on your left
Are a thing called Economists
They are my disciples and I assure you,
Your Right-up-to-Heavenness,
That I taught them well as to follow and not question
They will advise both the government and you
Our Divine Highness in Flesh

If Your Righteousness have any question
Please command them to your royal servant.”
Thus the Counsel Chief put a lead of silence
To his mouth and sat still awaiting royal command

The King closed his eyes as if to look
Into his brain for any questions that he might ask
“Well, all is well, I can see,
But the purpose of ruling must be
To establish order so that power gets satisfied
Authority well grounded deep and wide
Seeing things are accepted and obeyed naturally
Tell me how we have set the naturalisation
Of the order that will grow like a huge banyan tree.”

“Well, Your Highness, began Mr Foul,
We have given all the money out to our friends
And we can not have enough money
As per the rules that we have formed
So that some people have money
And some will have none
And the haves and have nots will keep
Keep the balance of order
And we have authority rooted deep.”
Foxonnium Foul stopped with a sigh of pleasure
In seeing his theoretical authority active in this land
In this land of money and power and hunger and blood.

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