Baby Sharon and Mr Tickle
20/04/2003
Once upon a time Mr Tickle lived in a sandle. He would wake up early every morning
when the sun was bright in the sky. He had to get up early, there were many naughty
children that he had to tickle each day.
One day there was a naughty baby called Sharon she had been especially naughty and her
guardian had called upon Mr Ticlke to tickle her thoroughly for being such a naughty
baby.
Mr Tickle's sandle where he used to live was in the road between the village hall and the
chapel. And so one yellow morning just before elevensies, Mr Tickle set off across the
village for baby sharon's house. After stopping to tickle two naughty boy scouts on the
way Mr Tickle arrived at baby sharon's door. Baby Sharon shuddered as three firm
knocks fell on her wooden door.
Baby sharon's guardian answered the door and led Mr Tickle straight to baby Sharon's
cot. Even baby Sharon's pet monsters were trembling as they heard mr Tickle's footstep
on the stairs,
"tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" went his footsteps.
The door creaked open and Mr Tickle walked in.
"Where's the naughty baby?" came Mr Tickle's voice from two inches above the floor.
Baby Sharon's guardian pointed at the cot.
"I see." he responded.
Baby Sharon had six pet monsters. The eldest was Jason, then pupplethwaite then BigBee
the Giraffe, then Shoe Polish, a newt and finally Tungsten who was only four hours old,
made of cheese and had come from one of baby Sharon's early mornig dreams. All six
little monsters quibbled side by side as Mr Tickle slithered up the cot and dangled of the
top rail.
The Monsters started to belch in fear for baby Sharon. Tungsten watched with baited
breath as baby Sharon just sat there and dribbled. What had she done that was so naughty,
tungsten silently questioned. And no sooner than he had this thought, his question was
answered. Baby Sharon pulled out a minature plastic wolf from under her pillow and
threw it out the window. It landed on a twelve foot pile of minature plastic wolves. The
pile was blocking the neighbours from their summer house where their four year old son,
Gerald, had been trapped for sevral weeks, surving only on cup cakes baked by a local
hen and dropped into the summer house by kindly pidgeons.
Tungsten was vexed by what he had just seen. He had judged baby Sharon to be a kind
and magical baby, afterall this was why he was here and not in monster dream land.
Baby Sharon still dribbled defiantly and tungsten felt confused as he tried to find a reason
for baby Sharon's plastic wolf throwing.
Suddenly four plastic pidgeons took off from the plastic pidgeon box, flapping their
plastic wings and flew out the window. Tungsten jumped onto the window still and
watched the plastic pidgeons fly off towards the sun, which looked like a cake. Then he
understood what the plstic wolves were really about.
Mr Tickle had started tickling baby Sharon. The other monsters had stopped belching and
stood in silence, wathcing. Baby Sharon was smiling and giggling, like a sparrow who
has just been given a ball.
Mr Tickle tickled harder and baby Sharon laughed louder.
Clever little Tungsten jumped off the window still, he was preparing in his monster mind
a way to solve the plastic wolf problem.
Meanwhile the other monsters had started to relax and the sun became like a chocloate
éclair. Mr Tickle was starting to melt, baby Sharon was not smiling any more, she was
worried now.
But Tungsten jumped to the rescue, as he flew through the air, he turned first into a block
of cheese, then a felt tip pen and finally he became a light bulb. Tungsten turned himself
on and glowed, so baby Sharon and the monsters could now eat the sun cakes withour
darkness. Baby Sharon soon forgot about the plastic wolves and pidgeons and the turned
back in to salt.
Mr tickle was already well on his way to his next appoitment and the rocks in the sky
smiled to themselves.