It was a calm day in Little Brown Town until Reemo, the village messenger, came into Little Brown looking very scared. He was white and sweating and could hardly talk. ‘The Haldbeaks! The Haldbeaks are coming!’ The whole town erupted in fear. In three minutes there was not one        little brown bear on the street.

Lila had known about the Haldbeaks for two years. Her mother and father didn’t want their youngest daughters to know yet. Worried, Lila knew she had to tell her sister, she just didn’t know how. Little Lily was only six and poor, tiny Lollie was only two. In a couple of days the small band of bears had been put out of the house. Annoyingly, they only had enough supplies to last them a few days. With a sleeping Lollie in a blanket sling, a moaning Lily’s paw in hers and a heavy bag weighing down her left arm, Lila didn’t know how she could get herself and her sisters to the safe place.

Fishing out the ancient map their parents had given them, the brave but terrified trio made their way to the sticky swamp. The fluffy brown ball in its sling wiggle and began to cry. Lily ran into her sister’s thick cloak and began to whimper ‘no no no no no!’ Lila heard horrendous shrieking and the sound of lead being hit together. The Haldbeaks were going to the town already! Lily ran off and Lila, with a knot in her stomach, ran after her…

She pointed in a medium deep hole and whispered angrily ‘Get in!’ Lila slipped in and hugged her teddy bear like sister. Lily hopped in and cuddled in with her sisters. Lila said as quietly as possible ‘ We are near the swamp so let’s stay here for the night,’. She threw a green blanket up the hole so the evil eagles couldn’t see them. Lila opened the bag and took out some water, a milk bottle and some honey rice cakes. Lily and Lila nibbled on the rice cakes and Lollie sucked on the top of the bottle. Lila chucked a fluffy, peach coloured blanket over them and arranged it. Could they survive the night?

Have you  ever wanted a pet dragon? Well it’s not impossible. However dragons are not normal pets. They are easy, in their own way, to take care of.

What you will need:

A grassy space, 3 food or water bowls, a small warm hutch, a pet playpen (no bottom), lots of waffles, rope toys, a hooded litter tray and a fluffy blanket.

What to do:

First, create a home for your waffle dragon. Here’s how to do it. Start by putting up the hutch. Stuff the blanket in and your pet will sort it out how it wants. Next, set up the bowls in a line. Fill one with freezing water, the one next with waffles (put any topping on) and the last with milkshake (don’t put banana or weird flavours in). If your dragon won’t drink the milkshake try some whipped cream on top or a different flavour. After that, set up the litter tray in a subtle corner. Lay some toys around (preferably rope toys and a tennis ball). Follow these next steps very carefully if you want the right dragon for you. Go to your nearest forest and walk straight until you come across a tree with a waffle implanted on it. Tap the waffle three times and turn left. You will come across a cave full of banana yellow dragons. They will have thin, brown lines on their smooth scales and a splash of golden syrup on their heads. A small square of butter will sit on top of the syrup. After a while one will squeak and try to make its way to you. Find out which one it is and pick it up. Take it home and give it a name!

 A few words of warning

If you don’t take good care of your dragon it will run away. You have to play with it but don’t be all over it otherwise it will be very scared and intimidated. Also make sure it knows it is loved. Since waffle dragons have a diet of mostly sugar, they sometimes will get sick. Don’t worry though. Take away its milkshakes and waffles and feed it apples and berries only.

The ice unicorn, which is an amazing type of flying horse, has silvery, magical blood. You might think you have seen one but you probably haven’t. You might have seen their cousin, The Snow Unicorn though, which is much more common. Their cousin is quite violent but the Ice Unicorn isn’t. So don’t let the Snow unicorn make you hate Ice Unicorns.

Habitat

Ice Unicorns live in the dry Antarctica but you can go to a unicorn centre to see one. (Unicorn centres  are completely cruel free.) When they are in the Antarctic they live in families of four. They very rarely have one foal or three foals. Normally, they have two. Until the foals are old enough to go and have children of their own they live with their parents their whole childhood. For some reason, families are very aggressive against each other. Ice Unicorns make their homes in caves, like bears. Since they’re very magical, they make fires by rubbing their horns against sticks or rock. This makes their caves nice and warm.

Appearance

Ice Unicorns are the most beautiful unicorn by far. They have a bristly, milky-white body that has tiny specks of silver all over it. Their size is roughly the size of a medium horse. Ice Unicorns manes are a purple – sky blue and on the top of their head sits a glamorous, pearly – white horn. They have a long, silky tail the same colour as their mane and and to match their magic-full horn is a pair of tremendous, strong wings which they use as blankets and to fly long distances. To complete their fashionable beautiness, they have led like hooves to prevent slipping on ice. 

Diet

Ice Unicorns have a strange diet. Since they are vegetarians there aren’t many food choices in Antarctica. If they can find them, they will eat dead or alive plants. If Ice Unicorns can’t find anything to eat, their horns will magic up food for them. Unicornologists have somehow found out that Ice Unicorns love fresh mint. After a few tests they also found out it is very good for them. To keep hydrated, they will mush up snow to make slush but if they find water they will drink that.

What is loud? The cold wind in my ears as I walk up Parliament Hill, the shriek of pain coming from houses at the time of the plague and screams of fun as people get shaken up on rollercoasters at the fair.

What is quiet? A puppy’s sad cry as it gets left in small, pitch-black box room alone, awkward silence when a teacher has shouted at the class and the quietness before the sharp sound of a brass instruments being blown at through the mouth-piece  

What is hot? Juicy, flavoured-full, bacon lying in the sizzling pan coated in oil wanting so badly to be put in the fluffy bread bun, milky hot-chocolate with thick whipped cream and small, squishy marshmallows warming you up in winter and a dry, burning desert cooking everything that steps onto the gold, scorching sand.

What is cold? A huge, round scoop of Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough ice-cream, a transparent ice-berg bobbing in the middle of the sea that feels like dipping your finger in it once will freeze it forever and the fun of getting rolled around in snow when you have gone down a steep hill on a speedy sledge.

What is shiny? A 1st place, golden trophy sitting proudly on a child’s desk, the sun on the adorable golden labradors back as it runs through a sunflower field and an old window covered in dirt and dust being polished after hundreds of years.

What is musty? A howling haunted house collecting untrue stories and dirt watching petrified children run as fast as they can past it, a secret room nobody has ever been in or seen covered dust and cobwebs and the disgusting streets of London.

What is bitter? The sharp taste of blackberries that aren’t in season, packs of sour, apple toxic waste and somebody you love saying they don’t love you back

What is sweet? Pavlova with crunchy meringue as sweet as sugar, ruby red strawberries and heaves of delicious cream, victoria sponge with jelly like raspberry jam and lovable icing and pale-coloured flying saucers filling your mouth with the taste of fizzy sherbet.

I have never

I have never jogged along the wide, creature-filled amazon river

But I have walked on the cold, grey pavement to school

I have never dived into deep, dark, cold pacific ocean to save a baby turtle 

But I have saved my toddler cousin from drowning 

I have never ridden a tall, long necked diplodocus running through the verdant forest

But I have ridden a chocolate brown horse round a field 

I have never won a fight between a fierce, strong lion 

But I have defeated my brother in a wrestling match 

I have never swam to the bottom of the Marine Trench with no gear 

But I have dived to the bottom of the icy Lido to pick up a lonely £2 

I have never tasted deadly arsenic 

But I have taken a big gulp of lemon juice

I have never gone on a holiday to the mysterious area 51

But I have skied down a black slope in Austria

I have never cuddled a red panda

But I have seen pictures of people hugging them 

I have never flown a speedy, silver rocket to the moon

But I have it glowing amazingly in the inky-black, never-ending sky surrounded by tiny stars shining like sequins in the sunlight

I want to paint…

the taste of fluffy pancakes, covered in sticky, golden maple syrup

juicy, red apples hanging like acrobats from the orchard

a scrumptious s’mores with marshmallow as white as milk, melt in the mouth chocolate and pale crunchy biscuits

a patient packet of haribos waiting and wanting to be sold and eaten

small, mouth-watering blackberries like diamonds

I want to paint…

a ruby red, adorable red panda sitting and chewing long sticks of bamboo

an adventurous, athletic monkey swinging from tree to tree

a gigantic, gentle blue whale spurting warm water out of its blowhole 

a slithering, scaly snakes looking for squeaky mice to kill and eat 

black beetles like eyes scuttling away from predators

I want to paint…

an amazing, diamond coloured waterfall surrounded by rocks and verdant greenery

the slow, calm, deep ocean with millions of creatures scuttling and swimming underneath the surface

a river crashing and thrashing, satisfying to look at but too dangerous to swim in

warm, small springs, in the hot, sandy desert giving water to thirsty animals 

a tiny, golden island, with a shady palm tree floating restlessly in the middle of the crystal clear sea

I want to paint the end of this poem