I've travelled to castles, Japan and more, But my feet never get sore. I curl up in my corner and read (very slowly, not at speed).
I look out of my den into the night, I imagine a dove taking flight, Witches flying in front of the moon, In a jungle I see a baboon.
He's very unusual that is true, I've also cooked up some ‘very plain stew’. From my fairy lit den, my mag ical space, I travel the world. It's my favou rite place.
Congratulations to the winner of our Story Rhyme! Competition. Elizabeth is 7 years old and a pupil at Bushfields School in Milton Keynes. Her entry was written in colourful ink and left us spellbound with its enchanting imagery. Just like her, we love…
