07/03/2008 by Madge
Good day to you one and all, Rubble Clubbers. It’s a bit crowded here today because Spring has sprung in Undergrowby and all the Growbies who have been sleep all winter long are now awake and out in force exercising their pet rocks like the responsible pet owners that they are. This is the first Friday of the Undergrowby new year and no pet rock owner worth his salt would miss today’s meeting. It’s a grand reunion! My baking is in spectacular demand and my parlour shelves are full to bursting with visiting pet rocks who, like their owners, have not seen the light of day all winter long. They have missed our competitions, haven’t they, Rubblers, and all those glittering prizes which were up for grabs while they slept. As luck would have it, no one entered the competitions anyway, so they are still in with a chance. Excuse me for a moment while I hand them all a bucket of sand and get them busy round the kitchen table making sand-castles. The sand castle competition may yet be won!
Right, that’s them busy, now back to business. I have told them and I am telling you that I intend to judge that pesky sand castle competition this week, so, all you Rubble Clubbers out there in cyber-space, if you want to win the star prize of an assortment of pet rock paraphernalia, can you compete with these little Growbies around my kitchen table or not? I shall be publishing the winning photo next Friday, so be quick. Send your sand castle photos to madgedumpling@undergrowby.co.uk
I have to warn you, Rubblers, I am worn out today, thanks to all the spring festivities, maypole dancing and maypole ribbon swapping, spring cleaning, cabbage planting, blossom counting, not to mention baking for today, the busiest meeting of the year. All the rock buns are gone already, as I expected. That makes a pleasant change anyway.
Let me introduce you to some of the members. this is Mavis Mudfield, a nimble fingered knitter and seamstress from the Home Plains. She only collects the pink pet rocks because she likes to match them to her decor. I’ll tell you more about her later when she isn’t listening. And this is Headwin Boulder, the boy from the sweet shop nearby in the Rocky Headlands. He is a big strong boy, very brainy and he’s the star pupil of Miss Tick, his teacher, who is supervising his sand-castle construction project as we speak. If he does not win the competition, Miss Tick will be quite astonished, but don’t be discouraged, Rubblers, you could beat him if only you would enter.
Over there scowling in the corner, her rather large frame squeezed into my own pet rocking chair and refusing to move, is Lettuce Tweaver, chief basket-maker and bully from the Basketmakers’ house in the Wandmaker’s Forest. Oh, she has just heard about the prize and she is heading for the sand castle table. Look! Her pockets are stuffed with my rock buns, the greedy girl! Quick, let me tiptoe across and sneak myself back into my chair while I can. I’ll introduce you to her some other time.
There are lots more members and their accompanying scandalous gossip yet to be introduced, but one week at a time, Rubble Clubbers, one week at a time! this week, I’m not moving from my chair again. I’m going to sit here and watch the pet rocks mingling amongst themselves getting up to no mischief at all as usual. You can always depend upon that, can’t you, Rubblers? Till next week I remain your faithful friend and chairman Madge Dumpling.
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