Harold and Hilda

Last week we went to the Mischief Fair at Croxteth Hall. There the children read some poetry, riddles and rhymes and went up to the atic to listen to a (slightly) scary story. Then we had about twenty minutes to conjure up, and write down, a story of our own using all of the things we'd seen and heard. Here it is for you to read. Let us know what you think.

Harold and Hilda

Harold and Hilda were very spoilt children. Their parents gave them anything they wanted. They were mean, nasty children. They were mean to the other children in the village and they stole from the toy maker's shop down the lane.

When the toy maker confronted the children’s parents, they were not at all bothered.
The toymaker decided he had had enough. He said, “It’s time for your children to learn their lesson!” And off he set to the magical land of Iswas, singing:

I’m off to see the dragon,
The magical dragon of Iswas.

When he got to Iswas, he used this spell to summon the dragon,

Double, double toil and trouble:
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake.

“Do me the deed of turning these disturbing children into the most ugly hobgoblins ever seen,” he asked.
“I accept, as long as you give me chocolate sprinkled on a horse,” replied the dragon.

The dragon flew to the village and said:

Double, double toil and trouble:
Fire burn; and cauldron, bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake.

Suddenly the children transformed into hobgoblins. The hobgoblins then ate their parents and disappeared into the deep forest for eternity.