21/12/2007 by Madge.
Hello Rubble Clubbers, this is your little chairman, Madge Dumpling here again. Well, nobody won last week’s prize, and the poor rocky who volunteered to be the prize is highly offended that no one even entered the competition. Never mind, I told her, (yes, it was a girl), those cyber-space rubblers will all be hard at work thinking up an answer to the question (and I repeat it, for her sake), “What is your best idea for things to do with this shovelful of Blackpool sand?”We’ll run the competition for another week, shall we? Come on now, Rubble Clubbers, try harder!
As it happens, Rubble Clubbers, I am having some creative thoughts of my own concerning the sand. If you don’t be quick with your entries, I might have to win the prize myself!
There are some very unusual rockies turning up nowadays on this fabulous west coast. The last cute clutch which I hatched a few days ago are all grey, speckled and rough. Their little eyes are still round and bright though, aaahh! You just never know what will turn up and when. It just depends what the Undergrowby tunneling and building brigade throw on my rubble heap, from wherever they have been digging.
I know I call myself the Quarry-mistress, but I never do any actual quarrying, you know. Between you and me, I am just the minder of the rubble heap, which gets so big sometimes it looks like a quarry. Well, at least I’m honest.
I have my greedy eye on the big coastal rockery on the north promenade here in Blackpool. It would make a very impressive headquarters for the Stone Quarry and the Rubble Club meetings. It’s made of very funny-looking stone, not altogether natural in my expert opinion, but it’s big, and there are lots of pet rock buds all over the place. That latest clutch I was telling you about almost certainly came from there. I wonder what the tunneling brigade are doing digging around there? Perhaps they are building me a new headquarters for Christmas. I wonder if I should book a removal trolley?
Talking of Christmas, are your little pets getting excited? I bet they are. If you mix their grit rations together with a bit of flour and water and a pinch of spice, you can make them a little Christmas pudding (no alcohol please, they like to keep their wits about them at all times!)
Sit them amongst the festivities and they’ll memorize everything that goes on for you. I hope they behave nicely in front of the relatives, like the perfect pets that they are. If they take a shine to someone in particular, they have been known to go crowd surfing right into their pocket, so watch out for that.
I have to point out to you that there are some of those new knobbly rough rockies and their accessories coming up for you to buy, Rubble Clubbers, which will shortly be appearing in the on-line shop.. ..pet rocking chairs, pet rock perches , and baby pet rock beds complete with baby. Don’t worry, I’ll be alerting you to these things as they appear. All you have to do to fine-tune your expertise to cutting-edge standard is to come to the Rubble Club here in my kitchen every Friday.
I’ll be wishing you all the merriest of festivities till we meet again. I’ll be celebrating next Friday, because it’s the only day I’m awake. Till then, I bid you and your pets farewell.
Your jingling, rubbling pal, Madge Dumpling
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