1/2/2002 by Madge
Another new month, Rubble Clubbers! That means your pet rocks are another month older. I wonder how many thousands of years and months that makes them now? Yes, thank you, I am better now, and a bit too fidgety nowadays to stay asleep all week between meetings, so if you want to email me for a chat any time, I’ll probably be awake even if it isn’t Friday ( my email address is madgedumpling@undergrowby.co.uk)
I have a new competition for you this month. Since I have been living in Blackpool I have, as I’ve told you before, been spending a lot of time down by the sea-front rockeries examining those strange but homely-looking man-made rock-formations. Well, the other day, I went down the rocky slope, across a wide footpath, down another slope, another path and another slope and I found myself in an enormous flat sandy country with a wide stretch of sea along the skyline in the distance. It was spectacular! I think it’s called The Beach. The sun was shining and there were quite a few humans wandering around picking up pebbles, like myself, but there were others who were digging in the sand, making castles and sand pies, sticking flags all around them and decorating them with shells and pebbles. What a strange but beautiful idea, I thought! The rockies will love that, playing around in a sand-castle, pretending to be parts of an ancient wall, (which some of them might well have been once upon a time, who knows?) The sad thing is, that sea comes in and goes out again and when it has gone out, the sand castles all get washed away, and the pebbles are scattered all over the beach again. I wonder why they don’t build them somewhere else, up on the rocks where it’s safer? It seems like a lot of trouble to keep tracking down those scattered rockies and shells again, and rebuilding those castles every day. I wonder if those Beach dwellers are very stupid. Can’t they see it’s a waste of time? Ah, but wait, perhaps it’s a form of ancient magic ritual for those humans who live in The Beach. It may be the very thing that stops the sea from flooding the land and pouring down into my cosy little cellar. I’ll keep watching and learning, and let you know what I find out, Rubblers.
So, Rubble Clubbers, this month’s competition is this…get yourself some sand and build your little pets a tiny sand castle to play in. Send me a photo of it and the best three will win the prizes, which will be exclusive original pet rock paraphernalia of some kind. All your entries will be published on the pet rock pages of the Undergrowby web site. I don’t expect anybody really cares about winning, but just think of the fun those rockies will have with your creation.
Since I have got into sand-castling I am no longer experimenting with sand-flavoured cake recipes. There is snow expected this week so I am seeing if I can figure out how to make ice cream. Those ice cream trucks around Blackpool are full of it, so somebody must be liking it. I’ll experiment with a bit of guesswork about what the ingredients might be, and who knows, I might be serving some up at next week’s meeting.
Till then, Rubblers, get sand-castling for your rockies, and post me your own ice cream recipes. Lots of love to you all, and all you rockies out there, keep rocking!
Your chairman and friend, Madge Dumpling.
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