Sarah the Doughnut and the Five Delicious Bookshelves
A Fairy Tale
by PianoGeek123
Once upon a time there was a turbulent girl called Sarah the Doughnut. She was on the way to see her grandson Barbara Bibgbong, when she decided to take a short cut through the land of raging potatoes.
It wasn't long before Sarah got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Peppa Pig, but Peppa Pig was nowhere to be found! Sarah began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Peppa Pig. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.
Unexpectedly, she saw a delicious bookshelf dressed in a brown tissue box disappearing into the trees.
"How odd!" thought Sarah.
For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed bookshelf. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.
Eventually, Sarah reached a clearing. She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from mouldy beans, a house made from clocks, a house made from slime, a house made from toilets, a house made from people and a house made from eyeballs.
Sarah could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.
"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"
Nobody replied.
Sarah looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Sarah a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Peppa Pig!
"Peppa Pig!" shouted Sarah. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"
The witch just shrugged.
"Give Peppa Pig back!" cried Sarah.
"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.
"At least let Peppa Pig out of that cage!"
Before she could reply, five delicious bookshelves rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Sarah recognised the one in the brown tissue box that she'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.
"Hello Big Bookshelf," said the witch.
"Good morning." The bookshelf noticed Peppa Pig. "Who is this?"
"That's Peppa Pig," explained the witch.
"Ooh! Peppa Pig would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the bookshelf.
The witch shook her head. "Peppa Pig is staying with me."
"Um... Excuse me..." Sarah interrupted. "Peppa Pig lives with me! And not in a cage!"
Big Bookshelf ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.
The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."
Big Bookshelf looked at the house made from eyeballs and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from eyeballs if I wanted to."
"That's nothing," said the next bookshelf. "I could eat two houses."
"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Peppa Pig."
Sarah watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Peppa Pig to Big Bookshelf. She didn't think Peppa Pig would like living with a delicious bookshelf, away from her house and all her other toys.
The other four bookshelves watched while Big Bookshelf put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Bookshelf. "Just you watch!"
Big Bookshelf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from clocks. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
Eventually, Big Bookshelf started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of clocks, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.
"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Bookshelf.
Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!
"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.
Big Bookshelf never finished eating the front door made from clocks and Peppa Pig remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Average Bookshelf stepped up, and approached the house made from slime.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Bookshelf. "Just you watch!"
Average Bookshelf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from slime. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
After a while, Average Bookshelf started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...
...and greener.
A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.
"I'm not a bush, I'm a bookshelf!" said Average Bookshelf.
"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."
"No! Wait!" cried Average Bookshelf, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the bookshelf away under his arm.
Average Bookshelf never finished eating the front door made from slime and Peppa Pig remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Little Bookshelf stepped up, and approached the house made from toilets.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Bookshelf. "Just you watch!"
Little Bookshelf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from toilets. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
After five or six platefuls, Little Bookshelf started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.
He stopped eating toilets for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.
But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Bookshelf into the sky.
"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Bookshelf. "I'm scared of heigh..."
Little Bookshelf was never seen again.
Little Bookshelf never finished eating the front door made from toilets and Peppa Pig remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Tiny Bookshelf stepped up, and approached the house made from people.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Tiny Bookshelf. "Just you watch!"
Tiny Bookshelf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from people. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
However, on the next mouthful, the food fell straight out of Tiny Bookshelf's mouth. She tried to stuff in another forkful of people, but once again, the food fell out. There just wasn't enough room left in her belly.
"This is just not fair!" declared Tiny Bookshelf, and stomped off into the forest.
Tiny Bookshelf never finished eating the front door made from people and Peppa Pig remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Sep 20, 2020
by
JaJaDingDong
Even-Tinier Bookshelf stepped up, and approached the house made from eyeballs.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Even-Tinier Bookshelf. "Just you watch!"
Even-Tinier Bookshelf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from eyeballs. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
And more.
And more.
Suddenly, Even-Tinier Bookshelf stopped eating and started dancing. While he danced, he sang at the top of his lungs, "Eyeballs! Watch me eat all the eyeballs!"
"It looks as though the eyeballs are making you hyperactive," laughed the witch.
"Oh no they're not!" cried Even-Tinier Bookshelf. "I'm always this excited." With that, he walked into a tree.
Bong!
Even-Tinier Bookshelf banged his head and fell backwards onto his bottom. He passed out, exhausted.
Even-Tinier Bookshelf never finished eating the front door made from eyeballs and Peppa Pig remained trapped in the witch's cage.
"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Peppa Pig."
"Not so fast," said Sarah. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from mouldy beans. And I haven't had a turn yet.
"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."
The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."
"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the bookshelves. She won't last long."
"I'll be right back," said Sarah.
"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Peppa Pig back."
Sarah ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from mouldy beans and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.
Sarah sat down on a nearby log.
"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."
"I haven't finished," explained Sarah. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."
When Sarah's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from mouldy beans.
Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.
Eventually, after several sittings, Sarah was down to the final piece of the door made from mouldy beans. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Sarah had eaten the entire front door of the house made from mouldy beans.
The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"
"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Peppa Pig or I will chop your broomstick in half."
The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.
Sarah hurried over and grabbed Peppa Pig, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Peppa Pig was unharmed.
Sarah thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Barbara. It was starting to get dark.
When Sarah got to Barbara's house, her grandson threw his arms around her.
"I was so worried!" cried Barbara. "You are very late."
As Sarah described her day, she could tell that Barbara didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.
"What's that?" asked Barbara.
Sarah unwrapped a doorknob made from clocks. "Pudding!" she said.
Barbara almost fell off his chair.
THE END
Sep 20, 2020
by
JaJaDingDong
