Added: 28 April 2005
[Fiction]

The Grumpy Giant

The Grumpy Giant got up out of bed on the wrong side as he does every morning and clump, clump, clumped downstairs to the kitchen.
He went to the cupboard to get his breakfast. He opened the cupboard door and stared in dismay at the empty shelves. WHAT! NO WEETABIX!!!? he bellowed. Now he was really grumpy. He would have to go down the hill to the supermarket to buy some more.
The Grumpy Giant clump, clump, clumped down the hill feeling very grumpy indeed. He bought all the Weetabix on the supermarket shelves and clump, clump, clumped back up the hill to his house.
In the kitchen he filled his bowl with 12 Weetabix then went to the fridge to get the milk. He opened the fridge door and stared in dismay at the empty shelves. WHAT! NO MILK!!!? he bellowed. Now he was really grumpy. He would have to go down the hill to the supermarket to buy some more.

The Grumpy Giant clump, clump, clumped down the hill feeling very grumpy indeed. He bought all the milk on the supermarket shelves and clump, clump, clumped back up the hill to his house.
In the kitchen he splashed lots of lovely, cold milk on his Weetabix then went to the cupboard to get the sugar. He opened the cupboard door and stared in dismay at the empty shelves. WHAT! NO SUGAR!!!? he bellowed. Now he was really grumpy. He would have to go down the hill to the supermarket to buy some more.

The Grumpy Giant clump, clump, clumped down the hill feeling very grumpy indeed. He bought all the sugar on the supermarket shelves and clump, clump, clumped back up the hill to his house.
In the kitchen he sprinkled just the right amount of golden sugar granules on his Weetabix and at last sat down to eat his breakfast.

When he finished eating the Grumpy Giant clump, clump, clumped outside to the barn where he worked all day chopping wood.
In the kitchen the Grumpy Giant's wife listened to the chop, chop, chop of the axe and wished she could make the Grumpy Giant less grumpy. Every morning he gets up out of bed on the wrong side and that makes him grumpy all day long? she remarked, to no one in particular.

A mouse breakfasting on some stray Weetabix crumbs pricked up his ears. Why don't you push his bed against the wall so he can only get up on the right side? he suggested to the Grumpy Giant's wife.
The Grumpy Giant's wife thanked the mouse and hurried upstairs to rearrange the bedroom furniture. Now the Giant gets up out of bed on the right side every morning and no one ever calls him Grumpy.

THE END.

Comments

3 May 2005 15:21:41 Mutha and Fatha

We are astounded at the amazing talent of the illustrator and the beautiful simplicity of the story. Maybe you should get together and do children's stories. I'm off now for a bowl of weetabix !!!
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