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Halloween 2

1:Story  2: Rhyme

The Ghost With One Black Eye

One morning Mother, Father, Brother and Sister were sitting at the breakfast table and Baby was sitting in her high chair when Baby cried: “I want my apple juice.”

Big sister said, “I’ll get your apple juice.”

The apple juice was in the cellar downstairs. Big Sister went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Sister ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Mum,” said Big Sister. “Can someone else please get the apple juice?”

Big Brother said, “You’re just scared cos it’s dark down there. I’ll get the apple juice. I’m not scared of anything.”

Big Brother went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Brother ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Oh Mum,” said Big Brother. “I just remembered. I gotta do my homework. I gotta do all my homework straight away. Homework is very important, Mum. Someone else will have to get the apple juice.”

Hm, thought his mother. Why are the kids so scared of going into the cellar?

Mum went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Mum ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Mum said to Dad, “Could you get the apple juice please, dear?”

Dad went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Dad ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Dad said, “Why don’t you have some milk?”

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

And she climbed out of her high chair, hitched up her nappy and went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. Baby pushed open the door. The door screeched. She toddled across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Baby opened the cupboard door and shouted, “IF YOU DON’T LET ME HAVE MY APPLE JUICE, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TWO BLACK EYES!”

The ghost disappeared and was never heard from again.

(I first heard this story told by fellow storyteller, Edward Faraci, who had his audience enthralled.)

Witch Poem
The witch came back from a cemetery plot
and brought me a big black pot (stir)
The witch came back from a haunted house
and brought me a wriggling mouse (hold at arm’s length)
The witch came back from a misty swamp
and brought me bugs to stomp (stamp foot)
The witch came back from a ghostly hollow
and brought me worms to swallow (hold imaginary worm over open mouth)
The witch came back from a magic shop
and said this poem has got to STOP! (clap)

(I don’t remember where I sourced this poem from originally.)

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This blog is brought to you by JB Rowley.

Bedtime

1: Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity

The Creaky Door

Once there was a little boy who loved to visit his grandmother who lived on a farm. Grandma had a ginger cat called Ginger, a red dog called Red, a baby pig called Babe and a woolly sheep called Woolly.

One day the little boy had a wonderful time on Grandma’s farm. He played with Ginger the cat, walked Red the dog, fed Babe the pig and rode on Woolly the sheep. After he had done all these things he had a bath and a big dinner.

“Time for bed,” said Grandma.

They went upstairs to the room with the big bouncy bed. The little boy climbed under the soft warm doona and Grandma sang him a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared. I don’t want to stay here all by myself. Can Ginger sleep with me?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the cat in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs, picked up Ginger the cat, and went back upstairs and put the ginger cat in the bed with the little boy. Ginger snuggled up under the doona. The little boy settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Red sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the dog in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs and whistled for Red the dog to follow her. Then she went back upstairs and put the red dog in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat. Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The dog said, “Woof!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Babe sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the pig in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs to the barn, picked up Babe the pig, went back upstairs and put the baby pig in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog. Babe snuggled up to Red, Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The dog said, “Woof!”

The pig said, “Oink!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Woolly sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the sheep in the bed with you.”

So she went down stairs and out to the barn and led woolly the sheep into the house and upstairs and put it in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog and the baby pig. Woolly snuggled up to Babe, Babe snuggled up to Red, Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and…just as she was about to close the door, she had an idea. Grandma went downstairs and got her special creaky door oil. She went back upstairs and dripped oil on the hinges of the creaky bedroom door. Then she closed the door…very quietly.

And the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog and the baby pig and the woolly sheep slept all night long.

 

Song: Toora Loora

 

Rhyme: Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack, fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For if I do, he’s sure to cry.


Activity:
Farm Crafts

Posted by JB Rowley: teller of stories, writer of books and teacher of English.

Limericks and Rhymes

Story 1: Limerick Lenny   Story 2: The Grasshopper Rap

Limerick Lenny: (Adapted from Pete Seeger’s Abiyoyo)

Once upon a time there was a little boy called Lenny and he loved limericks. His father taught him how to make a limerick.

“Limericks have five lines,” said his father.

“And all the lines rhyme?” said Lenny.

“Sort of,” said his father. “ Lines 1,2 and 5 rhyme with each other and lines 3 & 4 rhyme with each other like this:

There once was a boy called Lenny
Who had a girlfriend called Penny

Lenny said, “I’m too young to have a girlfriend.”

His father said,”I know. This is just a silly nonsense poem.” His father started again:

There once was a boy called Lenny
Who had a girlfriend called Penny
But one fine day
She moved house and went away
Now Lenny cries tears so many

Lenny thought he could do a better limerick than that so he said:

There once was a dad
Who was ever so bad.
He always said silly stuff
Till his son had enough
And went to live in Trinidad
.

After that, Lenny loved making up limericks. Whenever he met a friend, he made a limerick with the friend’s name in it. When he met his friend Tim, he said:

There once was a boy named Tim
Who went to the river to swim.
He fell off a rock
Right next to a croc
And that was the end of him.

When he met his friend Paul, he said:

There was a boy named Paul,
Who went to a fancy dress ball;
He dressed as a pork chop
From the butcher shop
And was eaten by a dog in the hall.


When he met his friend Sue, he said:


There was a young girl called Sue
Who dreamt she was eating her shoe.
She woke in the night,
With a terrible fright,
And found it was perfectly true
.

Well, his friends got sick of Lenny’s limericks and told him they were boring and he should stop. They didn’t want to play with him anymore and they didn’t invite him to their parties.

Now in this town the people used to tell stories about the old days and they used to tell a story about a giant called Abiyoyo. The giant was as tall as a house and could eat a person whole. It was just a story. Nobody believed that old story. But one day a great big shadow blocked the sun’s light. The ground shook. Down from the mountains came the giant. His big steps sounded like thunder. Women screamed and men fainted.

“Run for your lives!” they yelled, “Abiyoyo’s coming.”

But Lenny didn’t notice all this. He had gone to play by himself in the park. He was so busy making up limericks he did not realise the giant was coming until suddenly there it was in front of him.

Abiyoyo had long fingernails because he never cut them. He had green fur growing on his teeth because he never cleaned them. He had potatoes growing out of his ears because he never cleaned them. His hair was all knotted and matted because he never brushed it. He had feet that were stinking because he never washed them.

Abiyoyo reached down with big claws toward Lenny. Lenny was so frightened he just started to do what came naturally to him. He made up a limerick.

There once was a giant named Abiyoyo

Now, when the giant heard his name he stopped and listened.

Lenny started again:

There once was a giant named Abiyoyo
Who loved to walk on tippy toe, toe
One day he stomped on the ground
And frightened the whole town
But all he wanted was to say hellolo
Abiyoyo laughed. Lenny laughed too.

Abiyoyo said; “Hello, hello, hello. My name is Abiyoyo.”

After that the giant walked on tippy toe so that the people would not be frightened and Lenny’s friends decided they liked his limericks.

The End.

The Grasshopper Rap

(Adapted from Papa Joe’s version of The Ants and the Grasshopper.)

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, far, far away, there was an ant hill. In the ant hill were ants. Lots of ants. Old ants, middle aged ants and young ants. In the spring and summer and autumn those ants had to get up very early in the morning. And after breakfast, they had to gather food for winter.

They had to dig the food up, pick the food up and then stack it up. The young ants thought this was BORING. Then one day they heard some music and then they heard this:

Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I
Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up,
Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I Vo

It was a grasshopper playing his fiddle. The young ants loved it.

They said, “Grasshopper, stay here and play for us. We’ll give you some lunch.”

Well, that was fine with the grasshopper. So he played and the ants danced and sang while they worked.

Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I
Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up,
Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I Vo

The young ants enjoyed the music so much they worked twice as fast.

Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I
Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up,
Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I Vo

They had their work done In half the time. The ants gave the Grasshopper lunch and said:”Grasshopper, play for us again tomorrow. We’ll give you breakfast in the morning.”

Well, that was fine with the grasshopper. So the next day he played and the ants danced and sang as they worked.

Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I
Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up,
Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I Vo

They worked so fast they had time left over to play. Of course, the ants asked the grasshopper to come back the next day. Well, that was fine with the grasshopper. So the next day he played and the ants danced and sang.

Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I
Dig it up, dig it up, dig it up,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up,
Vittle I Vittle I Vittle I Vo

Once again they worked so fast they had time left over to play. And so it went day after day. When winter came the ant hill was filled so full it looked like a mountain. At least it did to an ant. Now the ants didn’t have to work anymore. They could sleep late and play all day long.

One cold winter night they heard a knock at their front door. The adult ants answered the door. It was the grasshopper. He was blue with cold and icicles hanging from his fiddle.

“It’s so cold and I’m so hungry,” said the grasshopper.

The adult ants said, “Serves you right for sitting around playing your fiddle all day. You should have been working to prepare for winter.”

But the young ants said, “He was working. He was entertaining us. We wouldn’t have gotten as much work done if it hadn’t been for his fiddling.”

Then they turned to the grasshopper and invited him in to their warm home and gave him food to eat.

The End

This story is inspired by the Aesop’s fable The Ant and the Grasshopper and retold by JB Rowley.

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