Rubble Club 4th April 2008

04/04/2008 by Madge

Hello again Rubble Clubbers, this is Madge Dumpling here again. The Growbies and I have just returned from the Rubble Club April Fools’ annual trip. For our trip last year we went rubbling around the cow-field nearby, but we lived in the country then. Now we live by the seaside so we went rubbling along the beach and had a picnic on the rocks. It made us think about something we had never had to think about before . The tide.

We sat for hours watching it, dropping hundreds of little pebbles and shells behind on the beach for us to collect. If we hadn’t picked them up, they would be swept up under the waves next time the tide came in. Those beach pebbles spend half their lives under water and half their lives high and dry on the beach, so it must be an awful shock for them to come home with us, get magicked into pet rocks and spend their entire lives in dryness.

So it’s official, these Blackpool pet rocks must definitely have their own little rock pool to sit in every now and again. It’s only fair, at least until they settle down. You can make a rock pool out of anything, a tea cup, a bowl, an egg cup, anything that will hold water. To make it more realistic you could put some sand in the bottom, and maybe some shells, and swish the water about with your fingers and make noises like the tide rushing, and seagulls squawking overhead. Make it up as you go along, Rubblers. I know I do. A dedicated, responsible pet rock owner is an inventive one.
In my little shop I have placed a little rock pool/ tidal hydrotherapy bowl which I have made, to demonstrate how cheerful the amphibious rockies are when sitting in the water. I hope my customers get the message. While I was at it, fiddling about making pottery, I made as few kennels and a sand-pit or two, complete with sand-castles, flags and tiny buckets and spades. If we had stayed in the country, the pet rocks would never have found out about such things, would they?

Hurray for Blackpool!

That brings us to the next competition. When you have made your own version of a rock pool for your little pets, send me a photo of it, complete with at least one pet rock enjoying the facility, and I will choose my favourite, (if more than one of you should enter, which is doubtful if your past performance is anything to go by!) The winner will win some pet rock paraphernalia, as usual.

I have to go now to get busy in the kitchen, to feed the trippers. It’s my duty. If you human members got a little bit more involved you would get invitations to the trips and parties too, but we can’t disclose details out there willy nilly, or the whole world would flock to our meeting places and there would be no room left on the beach for us.

Till next week, get in touch with your inner tidal flow, and make those rockies smile. I remain your devoted Rubble Club chairman and friend, Madge Dumpling.