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everyone had gone when I went downstairs because it was all quiet. I made for the door with my breakfast banana. (I don’t mean the banana was walking along with me, I just mean … anyway, it wasn’t a walking banana.)
But then Dibdobs popped out unexpectedly from the cupboard under the stairs.
She beamed at me.
Her beaming can be quite alarming first thing in the morning.
She blinked at me through her glasses. She is the smiliest, oddest person I have ever met. I like her though. Sadly she wasn’t on her own in the cupboard.
She smiled and said, “Great news, Lullah. We started to knit the Christmas hats last night. We are hoping the whole village can have one. The twins are modeling theirs.”
Max and Sam came out of the cupboard in their knitted antler hats. As she pulled them out of the door, Dibdobs said, “What color would you like, Lullah?”
I was a bit late as I ran across the green. It was overcast and looked like rain. Ruby was just setting off up the hill to her school with Matilda. Matilda had a rain hat on. Ruby saw me running and yelled over, “Ay, Loobylullah, you really jiggle when you run! Ta-ra, see you later.”
I waved at her and crossed the bridge and then jogged into the woodland lane that led to Dother Hall. Or “Dither Hall” as Mr. Barraclough calls it. I am surprised that the vandal who changed Skipley, Home of the West Riding Otter to Skipley, Home of the West Riding Botty hadn’t had a go at our sign.
Despite the Charlie thing, I have a song in my heart and my song is “Woo-hoo-hoo-hooo. I’ve got corkers and I got a letter from a Dream Boy. Wooo-hooo-hooo, the jiggler is back in town!!!”
First thing we changed into our dance gear and went straight into the dance studio and Blaise Fox was there. She has had her hair cut into a crew cut and dyed white blond. She was dressed in silver leggings and enormous shorts.
I said to the others, “Oh no, she’s got her drum.”
She shouted, “Here you are again, you little minxes. And here I am, the minx mistress. And yes, you will notice I have my drum!!!!”
Monty came rushing in, well, as quickly as he could in his leotard. He was carrying a megaphone. Blaise said, “Now, girls, I know it’s the second day back and we need to ease our way into things gently so we are going to do an improvised free-form version of Jaws .”
We looked at each other. Jaws . The film about a killer shark that is mostly underwater? And …
Monty put some seaweedy-looking stuff on his head.
Blaise shouted, “Right, girls. It’s a calm day and you are the sea. Feel the sea. Find your inner sea. BE the sea!”
Monty was encouraging us by scampering around in his leotard. With his seaweed head.
Jo said, “Is he a sea anemone? Or a jellyfish?”
Actually, in his pink leotard he looks more like a jellybaby.
Monty was doing a bit of light leaping. And singing, “Wish, swish, wish, swish.”
Flossie started swishing backward and forward, throwing her arms above her head. She said, “That’s my foam.”
Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, the rest of us started doing a sort of giant hokey cokey. Pulsing in and pulsing out.
It was quite soothing. I could have done it all day. Backward and forward. Swishy swish swish. Other girls were rushing backward and forward, flapping their arms around. I didn’t know that waves could do skipping, but what do I know, I was doing the hokey cokey.
Then Blaise started beating her drum.
Softly at first. Bang-bangity-bang-bang .
She pointed at Milly and her mates and said, “Now then, this group here, you be little children playing around in the lovely waves. Splashy splashy. Laughy laughy laughy. In amongst the swishy swishy.”
This was all very pleasant and soothing for first thing in the morning.
The drumbeat started getting louder and faster.
Blaise shouted, “Tallulah, you be the shark.”
What? How do you be a shark?
Blaise shouted through her megaphone, “Flossie, Vaisey, you are the
But then Dibdobs popped out unexpectedly from the cupboard under the stairs.
She beamed at me.
Her beaming can be quite alarming first thing in the morning.
She blinked at me through her glasses. She is the smiliest, oddest person I have ever met. I like her though. Sadly she wasn’t on her own in the cupboard.
She smiled and said, “Great news, Lullah. We started to knit the Christmas hats last night. We are hoping the whole village can have one. The twins are modeling theirs.”
Max and Sam came out of the cupboard in their knitted antler hats. As she pulled them out of the door, Dibdobs said, “What color would you like, Lullah?”
I was a bit late as I ran across the green. It was overcast and looked like rain. Ruby was just setting off up the hill to her school with Matilda. Matilda had a rain hat on. Ruby saw me running and yelled over, “Ay, Loobylullah, you really jiggle when you run! Ta-ra, see you later.”
I waved at her and crossed the bridge and then jogged into the woodland lane that led to Dother Hall. Or “Dither Hall” as Mr. Barraclough calls it. I am surprised that the vandal who changed Skipley, Home of the West Riding Otter to Skipley, Home of the West Riding Botty hadn’t had a go at our sign.
Despite the Charlie thing, I have a song in my heart and my song is “Woo-hoo-hoo-hooo. I’ve got corkers and I got a letter from a Dream Boy. Wooo-hooo-hooo, the jiggler is back in town!!!”
First thing we changed into our dance gear and went straight into the dance studio and Blaise Fox was there. She has had her hair cut into a crew cut and dyed white blond. She was dressed in silver leggings and enormous shorts.
I said to the others, “Oh no, she’s got her drum.”
She shouted, “Here you are again, you little minxes. And here I am, the minx mistress. And yes, you will notice I have my drum!!!!”
Monty came rushing in, well, as quickly as he could in his leotard. He was carrying a megaphone. Blaise said, “Now, girls, I know it’s the second day back and we need to ease our way into things gently so we are going to do an improvised free-form version of Jaws .”
We looked at each other. Jaws . The film about a killer shark that is mostly underwater? And …
Monty put some seaweedy-looking stuff on his head.
Blaise shouted, “Right, girls. It’s a calm day and you are the sea. Feel the sea. Find your inner sea. BE the sea!”
Monty was encouraging us by scampering around in his leotard. With his seaweed head.
Jo said, “Is he a sea anemone? Or a jellyfish?”
Actually, in his pink leotard he looks more like a jellybaby.
Monty was doing a bit of light leaping. And singing, “Wish, swish, wish, swish.”
Flossie started swishing backward and forward, throwing her arms above her head. She said, “That’s my foam.”
Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, the rest of us started doing a sort of giant hokey cokey. Pulsing in and pulsing out.
It was quite soothing. I could have done it all day. Backward and forward. Swishy swish swish. Other girls were rushing backward and forward, flapping their arms around. I didn’t know that waves could do skipping, but what do I know, I was doing the hokey cokey.
Then Blaise started beating her drum.
Softly at first. Bang-bangity-bang-bang .
She pointed at Milly and her mates and said, “Now then, this group here, you be little children playing around in the lovely waves. Splashy splashy. Laughy laughy laughy. In amongst the swishy swishy.”
This was all very pleasant and soothing for first thing in the morning.
The drumbeat started getting louder and faster.
Blaise shouted, “Tallulah, you be the shark.”
What? How do you be a shark?
Blaise shouted through her megaphone, “Flossie, Vaisey, you are the
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