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Sun, 15 Nov 2009
how come Jelly fish are made of Jelly.? I read somewhere that they were able to walk on land and swim under the depths of the sea.....
 Ayliyahs Legends

JELLYFISH IN SEARCH OF A MONKEY

THIS IS A TALE THEY TELL IN JAPAN OF THE ORIGIN OF THE JELLYFISH
WE FIND STRANDED ON OUR BEACHES !

        Long, long ago, instead of soft tentacles, he had a bunch of legs as graceful as a greyhound's, ans as for his figure the proudest pig in Ireland could not vie with him for firmly arched, well covered   ribs.
Naturally, he was the administration of all the other fish, for, besides being nimble and stately, he was the only deep sea thing that could walk on land as well as swim in the water. Unfortunately, he was like too many human beings, who simply rely on their good looks to make them popular, and do not trouble to develop their brains, therefore this handsome creature was exceedingly stupid.
        One day Jellyfish was strolling about the shore of a coral island, when a flying fish shot out of the waves, and told him that he was summoned to the palace of the Dragon King.
        As he approached the audience chamber he could hear by the clanking of golden scales that the Dragon King was pacing about in the greatest agitation, but his brow cleared as he caught sight of
Jellyfish.
" I thought you would never com
e ! " he cried. " And the Queen gets worse every hour ! Listen, the doctors say that she can be cured by swallowing the liver of a wild monkey. You are the only fish who can go ashore. You must swim, as you have never swum in your life, find the bit of land that has monkeys on it and then persuade the monkey to return with you. If you succeeed I  will make you Grand Warden of the Indian Ocean, with the right to a coronet of pearl shell and cowrie. "
        Jellyfish hardly stopped to bow; in a very little while he was wading out of the breakers on to a lovely island of palm trees and scarlet hibiscus. The first animal he saw was a small grey monkey with a friendly countenance. Jellyfish hailed him gladly :

      " Ho, you Master Monkey there ! I am sent by the Dragon King of all the seas; to ask that you come to the palace. "   
        The monkey's shrivelled face beamed with pleasure. Never had he dreamed of receiving a royal i
Monkeynvitation, and he was all to ready to accept this.
      For a little  while Jellyfish, with the monkey on his back, swam in silence, for he was short of breath, but soon he asked:
 " By the way, I hope you have got your liver with you ? "
 Now the monkey was not smart like Jellyfish, but he he kept his wits about him.
 "Erm, and why do you ask that ?" he inquired
 "Well, " said Jellyfish, "the Queen is really poorly and the doctors say she can only be saved by swallowing the liver of a live monkey. "
 At this the monkey exclaimed, "Oh dear me, what a thousand pities ! I left my hanging out to air at the top of the coconot palm. I think we had better hurry back and get it at once."
    "We must indeed, " said the Jellyfish. And back they went.
A s soon as they arrived back at the palm, the monkey was away to the top, and then he called down.
 "Go away, stupid ! I wont part with my liver for any Queen, in the sea or out. "
Then to clinch the arguement he threw nut at Jellyfish till he ran into the sea.
All his knees knocked together as he told the tale of his failure, and the Dragon King smoked with rage. When he had stammered out his last word the Dragon King roared to his servants:
 " Beat him ! Break him to within an inch of his life ! Break every bone in his body ! In fact beat him to a jelly !"
" And that's it, the end of the story.  And poor Jellyfish, ..... well, sad to say, he really did become a jelly-fish.


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WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM OF GREEN LAND , AND THE LAST DRAGON WHO GOES BY THE NAME TABALUGA

 WELL WE ARE IN WALES, SO I AM GOING TO ADD A LO
TabalugaVELY PLAYLIST OF

TABALUGA,

WHO WAS THE LAST DRAGON ON EARTH,
AND WHO LIVED IN

TabalugaTHE KINGDOM OF GREENLAND


With the neighbouring Land of Ice on one side, and the Terrifying Land of Desert's on the other, little Tabaluga and his friends have plenty of work to do. There are three small playlists, each one with parts, 1 II and III, each one about 8-10 mins each, or roughly 35mins each complete story. They can be found on the wonderful You Tube, and if you type in tabaluga, seligor you can embed the link there or straight from the open website. Please don't remove or add to the video list as I have an Only Children very strict site policy.
Thankyou so much, Seligor's Castle and Diddily-dee-dot's dream-land. XXX



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Thu, 12 Nov 2009
I hope you are ready for this lovely poem followed by a story about Jellyfish and Monkey. maybe help as they Cook the Crew of the Nancy Bell. XXXX
DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAM LAND

JAMIE JUNGLE-BOX PRESENTS

FREDERIC OGDEN NASH

Was an American poet well known for his light verse. At the time of his death in 1971, the New York Times said his "droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry".

I love Ogden Nash, and the wonderful Eugene Field. The Tale of the Custard Dragon obviously appeals to me more than most, due to my own books which are all about Dragons and Yourds, and strange beasties.  I hope to have the third book finished before the summer of 2010.



The Tale of the Custard Dragon


Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.


Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little grey mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.


Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,

And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.


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Mon, 09 Nov 2009
To read all this wonderful verse please go to Diddilydeedot's Dreamland it is in Sunday Tales, and is wonderful.


Diddily Dee Dot's Dream-Land gives you :Hugs and more
hugs
 ALL THE CHILDREN


I suppose if all the children who have lived through the ages long
Were collected and inspected they would make a wonderous throng.
Oh, the babble of the Babel ! Oh, the flutter and the fuss !
To begin with Cain and Abel, and to finish up with US.

Think of all the men and women who are now and who have been -
Every nation since creation that this world of ours have seen,
And of all of them not any, but was once a baby small;
While of children, oh, how many have NOT grown up at all !


some have never laughed or spokenSome have never laughed or spoken, never used their rosy feet;
Some have even flown to heaven ere they knew that earth was sweet !
And indeed I wonder whether, if we reckon every birth
And bring such a flock together, there is room for them on earth.

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Sun, 08 Nov 2009
Two beautiful little nursery rhymes that children all over the world can learn, enjoy from all in diddilydeedotsdreamland,
Dee and Dot






        Doctor Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's

I often sit and wish that I
      Could be a kite up in the sky,
             And ride upon the breeze, and go
               Whatever way it chanced to blow;
                Then I could look beyond the town,
            And see the river winding down,
             And follow all the ships that sail,
          Like me, before the merry gale,

      Until at last with them I came
               To some place with a foreign name



SLEEP, BEAUTY BRIGHT

William Blake wrote this little cradle song.
It is rather beautiful, don't you think ?

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweee babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Pretty little infant wiles.

As the softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
Sleep, Beauty Bright
Oh, thy cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep !
When the little heart doeth wake
Then the dreadful light shall break.


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