Thousands and thousands of years ago when there were no borders between countries and the world was separated only by the oceans and rivers there lived a creature called Wimplenut.
He was a very strange looking creature compared with ourselves, his arms and legs were lengthy and thin with lots of bumps on, his torso huge and round like a beach ball covered with moss. His hair stuck out in all directions like thick yellow straw. His hands were nearly as long as his arms with thin spindly fingers sticking out. Needless to say he found it difficult to find clothes that fitted him and relied on his friends who made him stripy pyjama suits from old bed sheets which he loved.
One night he had the most amazing dream. Upon waking he rushed over to his notebook
and wrote as much down as he could remember, the dates, times and place where this
amazing event was due to happen-
At about 11am his good friend Hillbury arrived with cakes which they scoffed with tea and honey. Wimplenut told his friend about his amazing dream and begged him to help him write out invitations to all and sundry inviting them to his event. He also placed a large sign post outside his den which said ‘IT CAN WORK! CONTACT WIMPLENUT FOR DETAILS!’ Wimplenuts fingers were ever so sore from posting all the invitations, he kept getting them trapped in the letterboxes, Hillbury bathed them with lavender water and taped them up.
A few weeks later after much huffing, fussing and words like bother all the creatures gathered in the place Wimplenut had invited them to (apart from those in hibernation which he couldn’t do anything about). A low mist had formed and the air grew thick with anticipation. Something was definitely different. Even the sun noticed and burnt a deep orange. There was a still silence.
Suddenly something amazing happened. If you’ve ever seen a cyclone with comets passing through it and rain that falls upwards instead of down and thousands of flickering lights just like sparklers and multicoloured rainbows that filled a pink sky and all the four seasons rolled into one you may have just been there.
After a while (which in our time means forever) the earth beneath them started to shake, Hillbury grabbed onto Wimplenut’s arm ‘Its ok Hillbury don’t worry, its meant to happen’ said Wimplenut literally leaping up and down on the spot until he was wafted up into the air by the wind. A great deep moan filled the ground from below and the mists swirled around as with tremendous force the great trunk of the multi tree crashed through the earth and reached high, high up into the sky, Wimplenut grabbed onto one of the branches and swung around.
The multitree was humungous; its great roots fed by the oceans of the world and its
trunk formed from all the hills you’ve ever climbed. Soon the multitree was surrounded,
news had travelled fast! Ballybogs arrived and kept the bottom of the trunk moist
and preserved in a watery peat, the Bean Tighe godmothers came and cared for all
the baby leaves, the Dryads danced around and gave the tree its spirit and Fee’s
passed by to pass on their good wishes. Folleti travelled around the beautiful tree
as butterflies, this would cause the leaves to drop in autumn. Above all this at
the top of the tree sat Wimplenut. He had expected something big-
When everyone had left Wimplenut wrote some beautiful songs and poems which he sang that night from the top of the tree. Suddenly, Wimplenut felt a bit strange, he spread his long fingers over the leaves, what was this! His hands and fingers were shrinking but his tummy was still round and full. Slowly but surely the whole of his body shrank right, right down and squashed up until all that was left was his tightly curled hand at the bottom of his clogs. Everything became still and quiet.
‘At last’ said his friend Hillbury who had camped out at the bottom to keep Wimplenut
company. He wrote a careful note and sent it out into the wind which simply said
‘In memory of Wimplenut-
The End.