It’s that time again!
It’s that time of week when we sharpen our wits
And try to work out a story that fits,
Just 100 words, not one more or one less
That’s what’s required from our good leader-ess.
She watches o’er our writing with candour and wit
Never tires of praising and commenting one bit,
Rochelle reads them all as Chief Fictioneer
For which we are grateful, let’s give her a cheer
The Wondrous Heffelumpion
Word Count: 100
My grandmother knitted the wondrous Heffelumpion when I had the mumps. It was love at first sight. He went to school, university and kept me company in my first tiny flat. After much washing he went saggy, but I still loved him.
If my husband thought me odd for keeping H on my bedside table, he kept his thoughts to himself. Our children loved him, each in turn; when they had done with him I took him back.
My little granddaughter has now claimed him, taking him everywhere tucked under her arm. She calls him Mr Snuffles.
She loves him.
Some of her other smaller friends: Bagpuss & Ted