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Choocho Station
Comfort Valley
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Dinah's Drive
Dino's Burger.
Dionne Bridge
Disney Drive
Donna's Diner
Fairy Square
Ffordd Llyfr
Ha-Ha Arcade
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J.J's Junction
Jo's Galleon
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Kid's Treasury
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Knock Meadow
Lily's Yard
Monty's Circus
Minnie Marsh
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Rabbit's Warren
Sage Rise
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I wonder if this old gentleman was ever a knight at

King Arthur's Round Table in Camelot.

An Ancient Knight

Sir Nicketty Nox

Sir Nicketty Nox was an ancient knight,
So old was he that he'd lost his sight.
Blind as a mole, and slim as a fox,
And dry as a stick was Sir Nicketty Nox.

His sword and buckler were old and cracked,
So was his charger and that's a fact.
Thin as a rake from head to hocks,
Was this rickety Nag of Sir Nicketty Nox.

A wife he had and daughters three,
And all were as old as old could be.
They mended the shirts and darned the socks
Of that old Antiquity, Nicketty Nox.

Sir Nicketty Nox would fly in a rage
If anyone tried to guess his age.
He'd mouth and mutter and tear his locks,
This very pernickety Nicketty Nox.

I like the similarity with Fox in Sock's from Dr. Seuss (SEE VIDEO BELOW)

But course, this short but lovely poem was written by Hugh Chesterman, who was a wonderful children's author. He was born in 1884 and died during the years of ww2. but as this would have made him 56 when ww2 broke out I am not sure if he was killed in action.  He published many poems during the 1920s and 30s. He wrote books as well as poems, as well as producing a children's magazine called the Merry Go Round, published in Oxford with his great friend Basil Blackwell.

He lived in Islip, Oxfordshire, UK, and was married to Sylvia, they had two daughters - Jenifer (Brown) and Elizabeth (Swinnerton). He is now survived by his grand-children and great grand children.








A Little Chinese Story from

  T h e   B a l d w i n   P r o j e c t
     Bringing Yesterday's Classics to Today's Children  @mainlesson.com
The Crimson Eyebrows


 WITH the opening of the Christian era a usurper came to the Chinese throne. In the year 1 B.C.the emperor Gaiti died, and Wang Mang, a powerful official, joined with the mother of the dead emperor to seize the power of the state. The friends and officials of Gaiti were ruined and disgraced, and in the year 1 A.D. a boy of nine years was raised to the throne as nominal emperor, under whose shadow Wang Mang ruled supreme. Money was needed for the ambitious upstart, and he obtained it by robbing the graves of former monarchs of the jewels and other valuables buried with them. This, from the Chinese point of view, was a frightful sacrilege, yet the people seem to have quietly submitted to the violation of the imperial tombs.

Five years passed away, and the emperor reached the age of sixteen. He might grow troublesome in a year or two more. Wang Mang decided that he had lived long enough. The poisoned cup, which seems to have been always ready in the Chinese palace, was handed to the boy by the usurper himself. Drinking it unsuspiciously, the unfortunate youth was soon lying on the floor in the agonies of death, while the murderer woke the palace halls with his cries of counterfeit grief, loudly bewailing the young emperor's sad fate, and denouncing heaven  for having sent this sudden and fatal illness upon the royal youth.

To keep up appearances, another child was placed upon the throne. A conspiracy against the usurper was now formed by the great men of the state, but Wang Mang speedily crushed plot and plotters, rid himself of the new boy emperor in the same arbitrary fashion as before, and, throwing off the mask he had thus far worn, had himself proclaimed emperor of the realm. It was the Han dynasty he had in this arbitrary fashion brought to an end. He called his dynasty by the name of Sin.

But the usurper soon learned the truth of the saying, "uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." The Tartars of the desert defied his authority, broke their long truce, and raided the rich provinces of the north, which had enjoyed thirty years of peace and prosperity. In this juncture Wang Mang showed that he was better fitted to give poison to boys than to meet his foes in the field. The Tartars committed their ravages with impunity, and other enemies were quickly in arms. Rebellions broke out in the east and the south, and soon, wherever the usurper turned, he saw foes in the field or lukewarm friends at home.

The war that followed continued for twelve years, the armies of rebellion, led by princes of the Han line of emperors, drawing their net closer and closer around him, until at length he was shut up within his capital city, with an army of foes around its walls. The defence was weak, and the victors soon made their way through the gates, appearing quickly [194] at the palace doors. The usurper had reached the end of his troubled reign, but at this fatal juncture had not the courage to take his own life. The victorious soldiers rushed in while he was hesitating in mortal fear, and with a stroke put an end to his reign and his existence. His body was hacked into bleeding fragments, which were cast about the streets of the city, to be trampled underfoot by the rejoicing throng.

45 BC - AD 23
Chinese Statesman

Wang Mang

It is not, however, the story of Wang Mang's career that we have set out to tell, but that of one of his foes, the leader of a band of rebels, Fanchong by name. This partisan leader had shown himself a man of striking military ability, bringing his troops under strict discipline, and defeating all his foes. Soldiers flocked to his ranks, his band became an army, and in the crisis of the struggle he took a step that made him famous in Chinese history. He ordered his soldiers to paint their eyebrows red, as a sign that they were ready to fight to the last drop of their blood. Then he issued the following proclamation to the people: "If you meet the 'Crimson Eyebrows,' join yourselves to them; it is the sure road to safety. You can fight the usurper's troops without danger; but if you wish for death you may join Wang Mang's army."

The end of the war was not the end of the "Crimson Eyebrows." Fanchong was ambitious, and a large number of his followers continued under his flag. They had aided greatly in putting a Han emperor on the throne, but they now became his most formidable foes, changing from patriots into brigands, [195] and keeping that part of the empire which they haunted in a state of the liveliest alarm.

Against this thorn in the side of the realm the new emperor sent his ablest commander, and a fierce campaign ensued, in which the brigand band stubbornly fought for life and license. In the end they suffered a crushing defeat, and for the time sank out of sight, but only to rise again at a later date.

The general who had defeated them, an able prince of the Han family, followed up his victory by seizing the throne itself and deposing the weak emperor. The latter fled to the retreat of the remnant of the brigand band, and begged their aid to restore him to the throne, but Fanchong, who had no idea of placing a greater than himself at the head of his band, escaped from the awkward position by putting his guest to death.

Soon after the "Crimson Eyebrows" were in the field again, not as supporters of an imperial refugee, but as open enemies of the public peace, each man fighting for his own hand. While the new ruler was making himself strong at Loyang, the new capital, Fanchong and his brigands seized Changnan, Wang Mang's old capital, and pillaged it mercilessly. Making it their head-quarters, they lived on the inhabitants of the city and the surrounding district, holding on until the rapid approach of the army of the emperor admonished them that it was time to seek a safer place of retreat.

The army of the brigand chief grew until it was believed to exceed two hundred thousand men, while their excesses were so great that they were every- [196] where regarded as public enemies, hated and execrated by the people at large. But the career of the "Crimson Eyebrows" was near its end. The emperor sent against them an army smaller than their own, but under the command of Fongy, one of the most skilful generals of the age. His lack of numbers was atoned for by skill in manœuvres, the brigands were beaten in numerous skirmishes, and at length Fongy risked a general engagement, which ended in a brilliant victory. During the crisis of the battle he brought up a reserve of prisoners whom he had captured in the previous battles and had won over to himself. These, wearing still the crimson sign of the brigands, mingled unobserved among their former comrades, and at a given signal suddenly made a fierce attack upon them. This treacherous assault produced a panic, and Fanchong's army was soon flying in disorder and dismay.

Terms were now offered to the brigand chief, which he accepted, and his army disbanded, with the exception of some fragments, which soon gathered again into a powerful force. This Fongy attacked and completely dispersed, and the long and striking career of the "Crimson Eyebrows" came to an end.

                    chinese dragon

Corey loves Michael Jackson and so just for him here are a few of Michaels best ever DVD's

Wooooooooooooo GHOSTIE                      "JUST FOR FUN."

     Strange tales were afloat in the village - a "Ghost" had been seen, and not once only, but several times.
The first who saw it was old Mrs. Hawkins, as she was crossing the Common one evening after dusk. "My dear," she said to her daughter Lizzie, afterwards, when describing the 'apparition,' "I don't believe I shall ever get over the shock - you could have knocked me down with a feather."
"Nonsense Mother !" said sensible Lizzie who was no believer in ghosts. "I can guess what it is ; It is one of those Boy Scouts up to their pranks again. I will just step round to Mrs Soames, she has two boys in the Scouts and make some inquiries."
wee ghost and stars
Lizzie was true to her word, but although she questioned  Maggie and Tommy, she was no nearer to getting to the bottom of the mystery.
"I'll tell you what we will do," said Reggie Soames, who was one of the leading Boy Scouts in the village of Westfleet; "we will find the ghost for you and when we catch him we will make him feel pretty sorry for himself - you mark my words!"
   A meeting of the Scouts was called; and a ghost hunt was decided upon. But search as they might, no ghost could they find, although now fully half a dozen people now declared they had seen the ghost.
  Then something happened which roused every Boy Scout in the village to anger.
Poor little Nellie Simmons, the policeman's daughter was seriously frightened.

wee ghost and stars        It was a moonlit night, and she had been to post a letter for her mother, ( the pillar-box was situated at a rather lonely corner of the road), when suddenly the ghost appeared to her , all shrouded in white. She gave a loud scream of terror, and rushed homewards as fast as her little trebling legs could carry her.
Police Constable Simmons was very angry, and determined to solve the mystery; but the honour of the 'find' fell to the Boy Scouts.
Said Tommy Soames one evening when the boys were discussing the matter, "I have an idea."
"Well out with it !" cried one of the lads good naturedly "You don't have many, so we'd like to hear what it is."
"I vote we search the woods tonight," replies Tommy, in no wise offended.
"The woods!" cried Phil Weston , who was carrying the lantern; "Why it has never been seen in the woods."
"All the more reason to look there; it doesn't often appear twice in the same place."
The idea presently met with all their approval and forthwith to the woods the lads made their way.
They searched and searched but all in vain; but just as they were giving up in despair, Tommy Soames caught sight of something white in between the trees.
 "I - I - see it! he gasped, his courage sinking down almost into his boots.
"Look - look! There it is !"
Another moment, and each Boy Scout had caught sight of the ghost
"Cover the lantern !" was the order given by the leader in a loud whisper. "Wait till it comes closer, and then make a dash forward!"
wee ghost and starsThe command was obeyed to the letter. On and on came the unsuspecting ghost, nearer and nearer to the watchful eyes of the Scouts. Then at a word, the lantern was flashed full onto the white shrouded figure, proving the ghost to be nothing more or less than flesh and blood, a boy just like themselves.
   One or two of the Scouts were inclined to treat the matter as a huge joke, not so Reggie Soames.
"Hello Mr. Ghost," he cried "We have you this time! Why, I declare " he added, it is you Willie Barton! I wonder you aren't ashamed of yourself !"
There was a stinging contempt in the tone of Reggies voice. The boy who was a relatively  new-comer to the village, at first had no word to say for himself.
The sheet with which he was covered was roughly dragged from him from him, and when he stood stripped of his ghost like attire, he felt very small indeed.
"You are a coward, Berton - that's what you are!" went on Reggie, "scaring  women and children the way you have done lately."
Then Berton found his voice. "I didn't mean any harm." he faltered. I - I only did it just for fun.
wee ghost and stars"Oh, so you think it was fun, do you." Cried Reggie, "Fun to frighten little Nellie Simmons nearly into a fit. Perhaps you don't know that she's been ill ever since."
"No. . . really?" Berton looked troubled and uneasy. "I really am most awfully sorry, I only meant it for a practical joke."
"Well it was a very poor sort of joke," said one of the other lads; and Berton presently thought so too.
Shortly after this , the ghost was allowed to take his departure home, and the Boy Scouts returned to the village in triumph to spread their news.

For almost a week following this incident poor Berton had a sorry time, the village folk showing their disapproval of his conduct in very marked fashion.
Then something happened! Little Nellie Simmons, whilst at play with some of her school friends near the mill stream, tumbled into the water, and was in imminent danger of drowning. Young Willie Berton who
happened at that very moment to pass by, jumped in to her rescue, without any thought of personal danger. and being a strong swimmer, he very soon brought the little girl to safety to the banks of the stream.
wee ghost and starsThe ghost had made amends ! at least such was the villagers verdict, according to the Boy Scouts.
Berton has now joined the gallant company, and is one of whom his comrades are justly proud. Deeds of daring especially appeal to him, but foolish, practical jokes he bars, for he has learnt this lesson and he won't ever forget it.

This short story I attribute to M I Hurrell, of whom I can find no trace, except that it was written for the 1913  Chatterbox. Almost a hundred years ago.

John Erskine Clarke  was born in Calcutta in 1827 into a Scottish family of East India Company officials.  When his father died in 1835, the family returned to Edinburgh.  In 1846 Clarke graduated at Wadham College, Oxford but remained there for an extra year studying theology. He was ordained as Curate of St Mary, Low Harrogate in 1851, moving a year later to be Curate at St Mary, Lichfield, and again in 1856 when he became Vicar of St Michael’s in Derby.

During his stay at St Michael’s he started the world’s first Parish Magazine, the “inset” of which was used widely inside parish magazines throughout the country. He continued to edit the inset personally until 1895.

This is the email address should anyone wish to know more about the U.K. side of "Chatterbox"


With Cadbury's selling out to Kraft, here are some:-

1.  The top selling chocolate bar for the last ten years is Kit Kat. In 1995, for instance, we ate over 13 billion of them. The  Mars Bar is a very close second.
The Fairtrade Foundation hails today’s (Monday, 7 December 2009 ,) announcement that Kit Kat is going Fairtrade as a breakthrough for cocoa farmers in Côte d’Ivoire (Ivory Coast), as well as for Kit Kat lovers in the UK and Ireland.
This is wonderful children for it means that some of  the people in Africa who work very hard among the cocoa beans  will at last be paid some pounds for their work instead of pennies .


Valentine's Day is Coming

2.  In a survey of 1998 Britain were placed top of the chocolate eating league. Ireland were equal top, with the Swiss and Americans close behind. ( Diddily isn't a lover of chocolate to eat but she does like a chocolate drink before going to bed. )

Billy Bones Novelty Box

Billy Bones' Novelty Sweet Box Hamper Indulge in a box full of novelty sweets.The Billy Bones' box offers very good value and is great for kids parties.Supplied in a luxury gift box so no wrapping required!

Best Sellers

  1. Billy Bones' Novelty Box    
  2. Flying Saucers
  3. Pink Shrimps
  4. Cola Cubes  
  5. Black Jack Chews
  6. Rhubarb and Custard  
  7. Fruit Salad Chews
  8. Sherbet Fountain
  9. Anglo Bubbly
 Most of this information from:-         http://www.treasureislandsweets.co.uk/

3.The oldest chocolate bar still available is Fry's Chocolate cream. The grand  old lady of chocolate first appeared in the shops in 1866, yes children 1866, that is an awful long time in the chocolate charts. Seligor used to love the Fry's Fruit Cream, which were the same shape and style but istead of the plain white cream , it was five different fruit sections, Can anyone remember what they were. I'm afraid Seli's mind isn't as quick as it used to be .

Fry's Chocolate Cream

Frys Chocolate Cream - Classic dark chocolate bar with a white chocolate fondant centre.
We are partially fond of Fry's chocolate as it was made in Bristol back in 1866. Bristol being the home of our sweetshop!
And we are located not far from the original Fry's chocolate shop which opened in 1847.

4.  If you go down to the Natural History Museum in London you will find on display the oldest known cocoa bean. It is over 340 years old and was found glued to a page in a scrapbook of Sir Hans Sloane, a wealthy English doctor in the 1670's. It is possible but not proven that Sir Hans may have created the first recipe for milk chocolate, which later came into the hands of the Cadbury Brothers.

Barcelona Museum of Chocolate

The chocolate museum is one of the smaller museums in Barcelona. But none of the other museums will tickle your senses as much as this one. The smell of chocolate is all over the place, teasing your appetite, so the piece of chocolate that you receive at the entrance may not last for long. If you bring your children with you on your trip to Barcelona, this museum will probably become their favourite.

Ivan and Abdul

Abdul Abulbul Amir

Written By: Percy French
Copyright Unknown

The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.

This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir

"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar."

Quoth Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir!"

Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
With a cry of "Allah Akbar!"
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed
'Till their blood would have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on that spot.

They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar;
And great multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life -
In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer;
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar.

There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar star;
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skiva

I must admit that when myself and my sister Toni got together in a drinking house (Pub) that allowed music we often got carried away, and when we lived down in Paighton in Devon, we learn't many songs and not all of them with the words which were committed to paper. More often that not they were improvised and not always with children in mind. Hehe, many a night on our travels we were chucked out of the drinking houses in the early hours of the morning, lovely days full of fun and sometimes naughtyness. Maybe some of you remember the two ladies that ran the only ice cream kiosk in Paignton main bus station, in the 70's yep it was my sister Toni, accompanied sometimes by your very own Diddilydeedot.. Embarassed


     Do you think the Red Indians would know of Robin Hood, or
maybe, Camelot and Merlin, not to mention Arthur and Lancelot. Many of the Myths of the World are very similar in different ways !!! I'm sure you know what I mean. Anyway I have taken the story of Robin Hood and Merlin to the Red Man's America, and I have brought a little tale of the Iroquois Indians back to Camelot. Enjoy the link. xxx,

a tale that the Iroquois tell their children.

   THE little Elves of Darkness, so says the old Iroquois Grandmother, were wise and
mysterious. They dwelt under the Earth, where were deep forests and broad plains. There they kept captive all the evil things that wished to injure human beings,—the venomous snakes, the wicked spiders, and the fearful monsters. Sometimes one of these evil creatures escaped and rushed upward to the bright, pure air, and spread its poisonous breath over the Upper World. But such happenings were rare, for the Elves of Darkness were faithful and strong, and did not willingly allow the wicked beasts and reptiles to harm human beings and the growing things.

When the night was lighted by the Moon's soft rays, and the woods of the Upper World were sweet with the odour of the Spring flowers, then the Elves of Darkness left the Under World, and creeping from their holes, held a festival in the woods. And under many a tree where the blades of grass had refused to grow, the Little People danced until rings of green sprang up under their feet. And to the festival came the Elves of Light,—among them the Tree-Elves, Flower-Elves, and Fruit-Elves. They too danced and made merry.

But when the moonlight faded away, and day began to break, then the Elves of Darkness scampered back to their holes, and returned once more to the Under World, while the Elves of Light began their daily tasks.

  For in the Springtime these Little People of Light hid in sheltered places. They listened to the complaints of the seeds that lay covered in the ground, and they whispered to the Earth until the seeds burst their pods and sent their shoots up to the light. Then the little Elves wandered through the woods bidding all growing things look up to the Sun.

The Tree-Elves tended the trees, unfolding their leaves, and feeding their roots with sap from the Earth. The Flower-Elves unwrapped the baby buds, and tinted the petals of the opening flowers, and played with the Butterflies and Bees.

But the busiest of all were the Fruit-Elves. Their greatest care in the Spring was the Strawberry Plant. When the ground softened from the frost, the Fruit-Elves loosened the soil around each Strawberry root, that its shoots might push through to the light. They shaped the plant's leaves, and turned its blossoms toward the warm rays of the Sun. They trained its runners, and helped the timid fruit to form. They painted the luscious berry, and bade it ripen. And when the first Strawberries blushed on the vines, these guardian Elves protected them from the evil insects that had escaped from the world of darkness underground.

The old Iroquois Grandmother tells how once, when the fruit first came to earth, the Evil One, Hahgwehdaetgah, stole the Strawberry Plant, and carried it to his gloomy cave, where he hid it away. And there it lay until a tiny sunbeam pierced the damp mould, and finding the little vine, carried it back to its sunny fields. And ever since then the Strawberry Plant has lived and thrived in the fields and woods. But the Fruit-Elves, fearing lest the Evil One should one day steal the vine again, watch day and night over their favourite. And when the Strawberries ripen, the Elves give the juicy, fragrant fruit to the Iroquois children as they gather the Spring flowers in the woods.


Iroquois Creator of Evil & Ruler of the Underworld 

HAHGWEHDAETGAH:  A North American myth of the Iroquois describes Hahgwehdaetgah, the creator of evil and ruler of the underworld.  The Iroquois believe that the kingdom of Hahgwehdaetgah lies at the bottom of an abyss below the earth.  It is filled with the broken bodies of enemy warriors slain in battle.  The realm is one of despair, regret, and an overwhelming sense of failure, but not of physical suffering.

Hahgwehdaetgah and his twin brother Hahgwehdiyu, a good god, were born of the creator goddess.  Hahgwehdaetgah killed his mother during childbirth and then went on to create all things vile: horrible monsters, fierce beasts, and all manner of plagues and disasters.  He was despised by all other creatures and by his virtuous twin.

Eventually the two brothers fought a battle to determine who would rule the earth.  Hahgwehdaetgah tried to use trickery, but the good god knew his brother's evil ways and was able to defeat him with an enchanted arrow.  Hahgwehdiyu exiled his brother to the underworld, where he oversaw a kingdom of half-man, half-monster spirits.  They are shape-shifters who can return to earth to terrorize the living.  Hahgwehdaetgah also became overlord of the dead. 


Cydney's ghostly Castle is the settings for some wonderful Fairy Tales.



A Fairy Tale from the Pink Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lang

Once upon a time...

A long, long way off, in a land where water is very scarce, there lived a man and his wife and several children. One day the wife said to her husband, 'I am pining to have the liver of anyamatsane for my dinner. If you love me as much as you say you do, you will go out and hunt for a nyamatsane, and will kill it and get its liver. If not, I shall know that your love is not worth having.'
'Bake some bread,' was all her husband answered, 'then take the crust and put it in this little bag.'

This story is really wonderful but much to long to put on here so instead you could make it your aim to try to find an old copy of Andrew Lang's Pink Fairy Book. he wrote many other coloured books including one with tales from all the others.

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Gypsy Folk Tales,

by Francis Hindes Groome, [1899],

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There were three brothers. The three were going on the road to seek for work. Night came upon them. They knew not where to go to get lodgings: it was night. They were travelling through a wood on an old road. They saw a small light, and they came to a cottage. They were hungry and tired. The door was open. They saw a table with food upon it.

Said the eldest brother, 'Go you in.'

'I am not going in; go in yourself.'

'Not I, indeed.'

'You are two fools,' said Jack. And in he went, and sat down at the table, and ate his bellyful. The other two watched him. They were afraid to enter the house. At last the other two went in, and sat down and ate.

Now a little old woman comes. Said the old woman, 'I have seen no man here for many years. Whence came ye hither?'

'We are seeking for work.'

'I will find work for you to-morrow.'

They went to bed. Up they rose in the morning. And there was a great pot on the fire, and porridge and milk. That was the food they ate. Now the old woman tells the eldest brother to go into the barn to get the tools, and to go into the wood to fell the trees. He took off his coat. There he is doing the work. There came an old dwarf, and asked him who told him to fell the wood. He could not see this little man, so small was he. He looked under his feet; he saw him in the stubble. The old dwarf hit him and beat him, until he bled, and there he left him. Now the maid comes with his dinner. The girl went home and told the two other brothers to come and carry him home and put him to bed.

In the morning the second brother goes to the wood.

The eldest brother told him it was a little man who beat him, and the second brother laughed at him. He went off now down to the woods. Here is something that asks him who told him to fell the trees. He looked around him; he could see nothing. At last he saw him in the stubble. 'Be off,' said he. The little stranger knocked him to pieces. The little maid came down to him with his dinner, and went home and told the two brothers to come and carry him home. The two brothers went down and brought him home.

Jack laughed at them: 'I am going down to-morrow myself.'

In the morning he went down to the wood. Here he is felling the trees. He heard something. He looked beneath his feet. He saw the little man in the stubble. Jack kicked him.

'You had better keep quiet,' said the little man.

The dwarf hit him. Down went Jack, and the dwarf half-killed him. There was Jack lying there now. The maid came with his dinner. Home went the maid, and told the two brothers to come and carry him home.

'No,' said Jack, 'leave me here and go.'

The two brothers went home. Jack was watching him, and the little man crept under a great stone. Up got Jack now, and home he went, and told his two brothers to go into the stable and get out four horses. They took a strong rope, and the three went with the horses and fastened the rope round the stone. They took the horses, and pulled it up, and found a well there.

'Go you down,' said one.

'Not I,' said the other; 'I am not going down.'

'I will go down,' says Jack. 'Fasten this rope and let me down, and when you hear me say "Pull up," pull me up; and when I say "Let go," let me go.'

Now the two brothers fastened him and let him down. Down he went a very little way. The little man beat him. 'Pull me up.' He goes down again. He forgets the word: 'Let me down.' He came into a beautiful country, and there he saw the old dwarf. The old dwarf spoke to him: 'Since you have come into this country, Jack, I will tell you something now.' The old man tells Jack what he is to do. 'You will find three castles. In the first one lives a giant  with two heads, and,' said the old dwarf, 'you must fight him. Take the old rusty sword. I will be there with you.'

'I am afraid of him.'

'Go on, and have no fear. I will be there with you.' Here is Jack at the castle now. He knocked at the door. The servant-maid came, and he asked for her master.

'He is at home. Do you wish to see him?'

'Yes,' said Jack, 'I want to fight with him.'

The maid went and told him to come out.  'Are you wanting something to eat?'

'No,' said Jack, 'come out, and I will fight with you.'

'Come here and choose your sword.' (Jack chose the old rusty sword.) 'Why do you take that old rusty sword? Take a bright one.'

'Not I. This one will do for me.'

The twain went out before the door. Off went one head. 'Spare my life, Jack. I will give you all my money.'


He struck off the other head; he killed him. (Now this was the Copper Castle: so they called it.)

Now Jack goes on to the next, the Silver Castle. A giant with three heads lived there. Jack chose the rusty sword, and struck two heads off.

'Don't kill me, Jack; let me live. I will give you the keys of my castle.'

'Not I,' said Jack; and off went the other head.

Now Jack goes on to the next, the Golden Castle. And there was a giant with four heads.

'Have you come here to fight with me?'

'Yes,' says Jack.

The giant told him to choose a sword, and he chose the old rusty sword; and out they went. Jack struck off three heads.

'Don't kill me, Jack. I will give you my keys.'

'Yes, I will,' said Jack; and off went the other head.

Now all the castles, and the money and the three fair ladies in the three castles, were his. Off Jack goes now and the lady with him. He goes back to the Silver Castle, and takes that lady. He goes to the Copper Castle, and takes that lady. And the four went on and came to the place where Jack descended. The old dwarf was there waiting for him. Jack sent the three ladies up to his brothers. Now the old dwarf wanted meat. Jack went back to the castle, and cooked some meat for him. The old dwarf carried Jack up a bit; the old dwarf stopped; he wanted meat. Jack gave him meat. He went up a bit further; he stopped; he wanted meat. Jack gave him meat. He went up a bit higher. He wanted meat. Jack had none. Now he was a very little way from the surface. He knew not what to do. He drew his knife from his pocket, and cut a little meat off his leg, and gave it to the old dwarf. Up went Jack.

Two of the ladies and his two brothers had gone off. And the eldest brother had taken the fairest lady; and the second brother had taken the other lady; and they had left the ugly lady for Jack. Jack asked her where they had gone. The lady told him; and he hastened after them. He caught them by the church: they were going to be married. The fairest lady looked back, and saw Jack.

'That one's mine,' said Jack.

Jack took and married her. He left the other lady for his eldest brother to marry. There was only the second brother now, and he took the ugly lady. There are the three brothers and the three ladies.

Now they want to go down to the three castles. Jack told the old dwarf to carry them down.

'I will carry you down; you must give me food as I come down.'

'Yes,' said Jack, 'I will give you plenty of food.'

'I will take you down.'

He carried them all down. And the old dwarf went along with Jack. Jack put one brother and one lady in the Copper Castle, and the other brother in the Silver Castle; and Jack went to the Golden Castle. And Jack kept the old dwarf all his days. The old dwarf died, and at last Jack grew old himself.

There! you've done me.

Welcome to Corey's Castle
and to Camalot the City of Legend and

“I must not pass over in silence the mountains called by the Welsh Eryri, but by the British, Snowdon, or the mountains of Snow, which... seem to rear their lofty summits even to the clouds”






On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady Of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to towered Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

Pomegranate Tree
 A Little of Greek Mythology
created by especially for Children

The Pomegranate Seeds

The Pomegranate was often used as a herbal remedy to lengthen life and restore vigor, these qualities often made it a symbolic link between the living and the dead.

Zeus and Demeter had a beautiful daughter called Persephone. Hades fell in love with her and wanted to marry her.

Hades asked Zeus if he could marry her, Zeus dare not say no because he did not want to upset Hades. He knew that if he said yes Demeter would be angry. Whatever he answered would be wrong, so he did not answer. Zeus hoped that Hades would just forget Persephone.

One day as she Hades abducts Persephonewas sitting alone by a lake Hades; god of the Underworld stole her and took her away to his home to become his wife.

When Demeter found that her daughter was missing she was very worried. She stopped eating and drinking, wore a dark veil and spent the whole time searching for her. Demeter went to the sun god;Helios. She thought that in his daily journey across the sky he must have seen what happened to Persephone. Helios told her that Hades had stolen Persephone away and married her, and that she must stay in the Underworld with him.

Demeter was so upset she would not let the Demeterplants grow. People and animals died because there was no food. Zeus sent for her and said that as long as Persephone had not eaten in the Underworld she could be freed. Hades could not argue because he knew that she had refused all food.

Persephone was back in her mother's arms when Hades gardener arrived and said that she had suckedon seven pomegranate seeds. That meant that she had to go back to the Underworld. Persephone cried and Demeter cried.

PersephoneIt was decided that Persephone could live on earth for nine months, but must spend the other three months each year in the Underworld. Every year whilst Persephone was away Demeter refused to allow any plants to grow. The trees would lose their leaves and all plants would die away to come again when Persephone was free.

For evermore there was to be a winter each year.

King MidasMidas with his wife and child turned to gold

King Midas was a very wealthy king. Collecting gold was his hobby, his joy and his life. One day as he sat counting his wealth he saw an old man asleep under a tree. He saw that it was Silenus from the court of Dionysus, God of wine. Midas was cunning and treated Silenus like a king for ten days before taking him back to Dionysus. Dionysus was grateful for the care lavished on his old servant and told King Midas that he would grant any wish that he made. Midas asked that anything he touched would be turned to gold. Dionysus Even the flowers turned to goldgranted his wish but warned him about his greed. Midas was very happy. He touched a tree and it turned to gold. He touched the walls of his palace and it turned to gold. He touched his horse, then his servant, his food and finally his children. Everything turned to gold.

Midas began to feel very unhappy. He could not eat, sleep, drink or touch anything because everything turned to gold. He missed his children dreadfully.

Finally Midas went back to find Dionysus and told him that he wanted to get rid of his golden touch. Dionysus laughed when he saw the change in the king. Eventually he decided to take pity on him and told him to go and bath in the river Pactolus. King Midas went to the river. He was afraid to get into the water in case it turned to gold and killed him. He got a jug and washed himself down. Little by little the gold washed away. King Midas was so relieved. He took jug after jug of water back to his palace to wash his children, his servants, his horse and the whole palace. He did not stop work until he had restored everything to its normal state.

I found this little poem / song and thought, "O I like this, very nice indeed."

King Midas Blues

Isn't this a lovely addition to the page it has been written to remind us of how we are destroying our world, an excellent addition in deed.

Worm's Head in stormA BABY ON WORM'S HEAD

This is a very strange tale set in the time of the legendary King Arthur:

      A more unlikely place for a baby's upbringing than the weird, wild headland of Worm's Head in the Gower could hardly be found. And a more unlikely upbringing than that of the child Cenydd could hardly be imagined. This is the Tale....
       King Arthur ruled Britain in those days and held his court at Loughor. To him they brought an infant of a few days old, sorely crippled in one leg, and who was the child of great sin,for the father had seduced his own daughter. The king's counsellors advised him that a child so conceived should be put to death. But Arthur said that by this judgement could only be decided by God and so the child was placed in a wicker cradle and placed in the current of the Loughor river. This being done the cradle set off towards the Burry Estuary and out to the open sea. Worm's Head
    That very night a great storm arose. A northerly gale it would be, for the tiny craft, skimming across the white wave-tops, was carried south to be smashed to splinters against the great gaunt cliffs of Worm's Head. But before this happened the seagulls (who throng there by thousands to this day) had caught up the child in their strong talons and carried it to the top of the cliffs. There they made for it a bed of their own feathers and shielded it from wind and rain with their wings. And so they did for a week and a day.
    On the ninth day down came an angel from heaven bearing a great brass bell and placed it besides the baby. In after years this bell was preserved in the chapel at Burry Holms and called by the folks of those parts the Titty Bell. For it had a brazen breast, and when the baby was hungry he turned his mouth to the bell and sucked a baby's proper nourishment. Later there came a hind on the Worm's Head who suckled the growing baby. And when it was weaning time and the hind's milk was no longer sufficient, down came another angel to tel the boy God's will as to his diet, which was to be the five kinds of herbs that grow on the headland. Moreover, the angel informed him that God commanded that he should stay in that place until he was given leave rom heaven to depart.

        Eighteen years passed away. Every day of them the angel came to instruct Cenydd in all things holy and good, and every year Cenydd grew in holiness as he grew in stature. Then came the day when the angel brought him God's command to leave Worm's Head. He was to cross to the mainland (for the Head is islanded at high water) and walk four miles northward along the coast to another rocky headland jutting from the sands, where he would find a spring of
St. Cenydd Church Llangennithfresh water. Here he was to build a chapel and dwell there with prayer and fasting as his portion, preaching God's word to any who should come to him.
      So Cenydd waited for the next time of low water and set off scrambling across the jagged rocks to the mainland, with pain and labour because of his crippled leg.  He came limping and weary to the rocky headland and found the spring, as he had been told. He then began to build the chapel of rocks and made his dwelling.
    It was not long before rumour of the Holy Man on Burry Holms reached those who lived in the neighbourhood, and within the year
                St Cenydd, Llangennith
there was a constant stream of folk  coming to hear his wise words and receive his blessing. To all he gave water from the spring, which was undoubtedly a holy well. The fame of his holiness spread until pilgrims from all over the south of Wales, and many too from the north, made long journeys to see and hear Cenydd. Nor did Cenydd live all his life on Burry Holms. In later years he was summoned by Saint David to aid him in spreading the Word, and together they wrought much good and built many churches.
      Such is the story of Saint Cenydd. His chapel on Burry Holms is a ruin now, but his name is perpetuated in the church and village of Llangennith, from whose over-shadowing hill you may see the Worm's Head where he was saved by seagulls and an angel for the greater good of the world.
Worm's Head

St. Cenydd was the original Gower boy who made good. Legend has it he was born in the sixth century with a withered leg, cast adrift in a basket on the Loughor estuary, rescued by gulls and reared by angels. Our local boy grew up to found St. Cenydd's priory which accounts for the present building being the largest parish church in Gower.

The Danes burnt it, but our church survives, dominated by its massive 13th century stone tower with saddleback roof. Now wall-mounted inside, a carved slab is reputed to have marked the grave of the saint. Also see the effigy of a De La Mare knight ('the Dolly Mare'). Folk singer Phil Tanner lies in the churchyard.

On a nice day visit Burry Holmes at the north end of Rhossili bay where we commemorate St. Cenydd's day each summer on the site of a wooden Celtic church oratory, the only one found in Wales.

wrecks in and around GowerThe Worm's Head is also reknown for it's many wrecks and if you follow the link url provided you will find a map and you can see the many ships who came to Davy Jones's locker on more than one occasion


         Hidesato, a Japanese hero, as brave as any knight of King Arthur's Court, was one day wandering about in search of an adventure when he came to a lovely lake at the foot of a mountain.
It was crossed by a bridge, but on that bridge a hideous dragon lay sleeping. Hidesato feared nothing, so he clamboured over the dragon's scaly coils, and was going on when he heard a voice calling:
"My Lord ! My Lord ! "
Hidsato turned round. The dragon had vanished from the bridge, and in his place a handsomely-dressed man with red hair, who wore a flashing crown.
"I have just proved that you are a brave man," said he. "Now I beseech thee to help me against my enemy."
"If your enemy be an evil person I will fight him for you," said Hidesato, "for that is the duty of a knight. But who are you ?"
"I am the King of the Lake," said the stranger. " My enemy is a monstrous
centipede , half a mile long and as thick as the biggest tree in the world. His skin is as tough as steel,  Every night he comes down to the lake and carries off one of my people. Yesterday he took away my favourite child."
"If he does not slay me I will slay him," said Hidesato.
          The King of the Lake thanked him joyfully, and bade him come to the palace beneath the water. Hidesato followed his host boldly. He found a beautifl flowery countryunder the lake. T he palace was of crystal, furnished with gold and ebony. While they feasted ten goldfish played the lute and ten carp danced to amuse the guests. But all at once the merriment was interrupted by a rumbling like thunder. Everyone except Hidesato grew silent and trembl
ed. With white lips the King of the Lake whispered : "My enemy is coming ! "
"Take me to the bridge," said Hidesato.
         As soon as they reached the surface he saw a deadful sight. Down the mountain came the monster, lighting up the whole scene with his fiery eyes.

        Hidesato had three arrows. He drew his bow. The first arrow struck the centipede's head and glanced off. The same thing happened with the second. Then he remembered something that his grandmother had told him, she said; that human saliva was as deadly to a dragon as snake venom is to a mortal
He then took out his last arrow and before putting it to the bow he wet his lips and moistened the end of the arrow. Once more he drew back the bow. It pierced the monster's brain. Over and over it rolled down into the lake, which was chuned into a storm as the creature thrashed about in its death agony.
        At last all was still. The moonlight shone down on the dead monster lying at
the bottom of the lake.
      No words can describe the joy and gratitude of the Lake people. They drew Hidesato down to their palace, and begged him to stay forever, but he vowed that a knight must not sit feasting while the world is full of wrongs that needed righting.
        When they saw he would not stay they let him go, but sent a retinue of servants to escort him to the nearest town. They were goldfish till they rose to the surface of the lake.  When Hidosato reached the town they laid three parcels before him, bowed, and vanished.
         In the first parcel there was a roll of silk which never grew less however much was cut off it. In the second ther was a cooking pot which boiled without a fire. In the third there was a bag of rice which could not be emptied. Hidesato was thus enabled to clothe the naked and feed the hungry wherever he went.
And that is how the knight became known as -
My Lord Bag-Of-Rice

Another beautiful little story from Japan written pre 1936,
for that is when Arthur Mee's book was  printed.

RumpelstiltskinThe Miller's Daughter

Oh, Rumpelstiltskin is my name!
But how could any princess guess
A title for an ugly dwarf,
Herself a dream of loveliness!
But till she told the name aright,
or so the ancient fable went,
In spinning gold from yellow straw
Full many weary days she spent.

I know not how her story ends;Rumpelstiltskin
Perhaps beyond some distant hill
Shut in her lonely turret room,
Her slender hands are spinning still;
I only know from dawn to dusk,
By road and lane, piled thick and high,
Her wains of yellow straw go by.

Poor girl had to spin the hay into gold

Rumpelstiltskin ( Rumpelstiltzkin )

 Rumpelstiltskin (Grimm) There was once upon a time a poor miller who had a very beautiful daughter. Now it happened one day that he had an audience with the King, and in order to appear a person of some importance he told him that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold. "Now that's a talent worth having," said the King to the miller; "if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to my palace to-morrow, and I'll put her to the test."

 When the girl was brought to him he led her into a room full of straw, gave her a spinning- wheel  and spindle, and said: "Now set to work and spin all night till early dawn, and if by that time you haven't spun the straw into  gold you shall die." Then he closed the door behind him and left her alone inside.
So the poor miller's daughter sat down, and didn't know what in the world she was to do. She hadn't the least idea of how to spin straw into gold, and became at last so miserable that she began to cry.
Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a tinylittle man and  said:
"Good-evening, Miss Miller-maid; why are you crying so bitterly?"

"Oh!" answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and haven't a notion how it's done."
"What will you give me if I spin it for you?" asked the manikin.
"My necklace," replied the girl.

The little man took the necklace, sat himself down at the wheel, and whir, whir, whir, the wheel went round three times, and the bobbin was full. Then he put on another, and whir, whir, whir, the wheel went round three times, and the second too was full; and so it went on till the morning, when all the straw was spun away, and all the bobbins were full of gold.

As soon as the sun rose the King came, and when he perceived the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart only lusted more than ever after the precious metal. He had the miller's daughter put into another room full of straw,
much bigger than the first, and bade her, if she valued her life, spin it all into gold
before the following morning.

 The girl didn't know what to do, and began to cry; then the door opened as before, and the tiny little man appeared and said: "What'll you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you?"

  "The ring from my finger," answered the girl. The manikin took the ring, and whir! round went the spinning-wheel
again, and when morning broke he had spun all the straw into
 glittering gold.

The King was pleased beyond measure at the sights but his greed for gold was still not satisfied, and he had the miller's daughter brought into a yet bigger room full of straw, and said: "You must spin all this away in the night; but if you succeed this time you shall become my wife."
"She's only a miller's daughter, it's true," he thought; "but I couldn't find a richer wife if I were to search the whole world over."

When the girl was alone the little man appeared for the third time, and said: "What'll you give me if I spin the straw for you once again?"
"I've nothing more to give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me when you are Queen to give me your first child."

"Who knows what may not happen before that?" thought the miller's daughter; and besides, she saw no other way out of it, so she promised the manikin what he demanded, and he set to work once more and spun the straw into gold. When the King came in the morning, and found everything as he had desired, he straightway made her his wife, and the miller's daughter became a queen.

WheRumpelstiltskinn a year had passed a beautiful son was born to her, and she thought no more of the little man, till all of a sudden one day he stepped into her room and said: "Now give me what you promised."

The Queen was in a great state, and offered the little man all the riches in her kingdom if he would only leave her the child. But the manikin said: "No, a living creature is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the Queen began to cry and sob so bitterly that the little man was sorry for her, and said: "I'll give you three days to guess my name, and if you find it out in that time you may keep your child."

Then the Queen pondered the whole night over all the names she had ever heard, and sent a messenger to scour the land, and to pick up far and near any names he could come across. When the little man arrived on the following day she began with Kasper, Melchior, Belshazzar, and all the other names she knew, in a string, but at each one the manikin called out: "That's not my name."

The next day she sent to inquire the names of all the people in the neighborhood, and had a long list of the most uncommon and extraordinary for the little man when he made his appearance. "Is your name, perhaps, Sheepshanks Cruickshanks, Spindleshanks?" but he always replied: "That's not my name."

On the third day the messenger returned and announced: "I have not been able to find any new names, but as I came upon a high hill round the corner of the wood, where the foxes and hares bid each other good-night, I saw a little house, and in front of the house burned a fire, and round the fire sprang the most grotesque little man, hopping on one leg and crying:

Rumpelstiltskin screamed and tore himself in two. "To-morrow I brew, to-day I bake,
And then the child away I'll take;
For little deems my royal dame
That Rumpelstiltzkin is my name!"

You can imagine the Queen's delight at hearing the name, and when the little man stepped in shortly afterward and asked: "Now, my lady Queen, what's my name?" she asked first:
"Is your name Conrad?"

"Is your name Harry?"
"Is your name perhaps, Rumpelstiltzkin?"
"Some demon has told you that! some demon has told you that!" screamed the little man, and in his rage drove his right foot so far into the ground that it sank in up to his waist; then in a passion he seized the left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.
 We must thank Bahamas 4 Kids for these wonderful facts about the legends of the Bahamas, It is the nicest site I have found on the Browser Bars. There web address http: is under neath their headline for the page I wanted to show you. I think it would be nice to take some of these strange names and try and find out more about them, that would be great.

Myths and Legends in the Bahamas

Mythical Beast of Bahamian Legend.

Lusca is a mythical creature of Bahamian folklore. Half-shark, half-octopus, Lusca lurks around in the underwater caves, tunnels and blue holes found all over the Caribbean. However, it is believed that she lives mostly in the underwater caves and blue holes around the Bahamas Islands, especially around Andros, the largest island in the Bahamas. 

Lusca, legend of the Bahamas Lusca

She is mean spirited and some islanders believe that she likes to drown divers and explorers who are not careful. Some even believe that if your boat is over a bluehole she could pull it in down into the dark waters.

The tidal currents of the inland blue holes are said to be the breath of Lusca. As she breathes in, water pours into the caverns, in some cases forming a whirlpool, and when Lusca breathes out, cold, clear water gushes up to the surface.

But Lusca is nDean's Bluehole in the Bahamasot all bad because the tidal flow also brings food for the real creatures that live in the blue holes, such as grouper, lobster and reef sharks and other fish. So, Lusca has long been thought of as the guardian of the dark blue holes because she makes sure the fish that live there are fed. 

Even today, many local Bahamians stay away from the mystical blue holes. 


Chickcharnies live in Andros, the largest island in The Bahamas. They are elfChickcharnieish, birdlike creatures with piercing red eyes. They have three fingers, three toes and a tail, which they use to hang upside down from trees.

Chickcharnies live in the pine forests and build nests by joining two pine trees together at the top.

Chickcharnies are peaceful but mischievous creatures and they like pretty colours. When you go sightseeing in Andros carry flowers or wear bright colours to charm them. Legend says if you see a chickcharnie and show it respect, you'll be blessed with good luck for the rest of your life. Be careful not to sneer at it, however, or your head will turn completely around!

An old legend has it that a man named Billy Bowleg - the great Seminole medicine man - was adopted and trained by the Chickcharnies. They took him when he was 14 and kept him for five years. When he returned to this people his reputation as a healer spread throughout the Bahamas. 

Where the Chickcharnie came from
There really once was a creature like the Chickcharnie on Andros. It was a 2-foot-tall owl called Tyto pollens, a remote cousin of the smaller Common Barn-owl. Tyto pollens was a large owl that could not fly and like most other owls it swivel its head. So that's probably where the Chickcharnie legen came from... but who knows.


Anansi is a very popular figure in Bahamian stories. He is a trickster, and is usually a spider-god, but in some stories he is human and in some stories he is part spider part human.

Anansi is very rebellous and sometimes he likes to cause trouble. He can do almost anything. He can marry the Kings daughter, create wmoney out of thin air; He can trick the Devil and even cheat Death. Even if Anansi loses in one story, you know that he will win in the next. He is very intelligent and quick-witted. No matter what happens to him he usually comes out well in the end... often because he was able to trick some one.

The Lost City of AtlantisLost City of Atlantis

Many people believe that the ancient, sunken city of Atlantis was in the Bimini islands in the Bahamas. Huge, flat stones lying neatly about 20 feet under the clear waters of North Bimini might be all that is left of The Lost City of Atlantis. They look like a road and are known as Bimini Road.

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What is left of the great Motte of Painscastle
Today all that remains of this great fortress are massive earthworks. These consist of a great motte which was once crowned by a keep. Beneath this is a rectangular bailey all of which is still deeply ditched. The remains of two barbicans can still be made out that approached the entrances to motte and bailey. The earthworks suggest at least two round towers stood in the bailey enceinte as well as a hall block.

The Giant of Painscastle

          Once upon a time there was a strong castle which stood above the little village of Painscastle. It was held by a huge and ruthless man known as the Giant, he had a huge band of men at arms. Like the other lords in their castles at Hay and Radnor and Clifford, the giant of Painscastle deemed everything his that he could take by force, whether it was gold or cattle, or even some young girl who he decided he wanted.
         There was a lake on the western limits of the giant of Painscastle's land, it was called Llan Bwchllyn in the Welsh language. Well it so happened that one May morning he and two of his followers were riding past the lake when they caught sight of a young man and a girl walking along the green shore, each with an arm round the other's waist. The giant recognised the young man as a squire called Arthur, he was well noted for his skill with a bow and arrow, and though he had not seen the girl before he noticed that she was very beautiful and instantly determined to have her for himself. Bidding his men to follow, he cantered down to the Bwchllyn shore.
Before Arthur could defend himself or the young lady, his axe had been taked away and he himself knocked to the floor. He could only watch as they galloped away, with the screaming girl flung across the giant's saddle-bow.
Painscastle Church  Half-dazed from the blow, wild with grief and fury, Arthur nevertheless acted quickly. He knew that the girl would be taken to the giant's castle and that his only hope lay in attacking it swiftly and with sufficient force to make a siege successful. He ran to the farm of Llanbwchllyn and then sent out messengers on speedy ponies to the local chieftains he knew to be enemies of the giant, first to Old Radnor Castle, then to Cefn-y-Blaen, here there were forty strong and sturdy fighting men. Then he went quickly to his own house for his bow and a quiver full of arrows, and with half a dozen of his men at his back he set out to keep watch on Painscastle.
        Arthur knew that the giant of Painscastle would expect him to do just what he did, and he himself would have sent messengers to Hay Castle and Clifford Castle, whose lords would fight on his side. But already Arthur was making his plans to defeat the giant. If he posted his six men by the castle watching the main gateway, then he, himself went into a thicket from which he could see the small postern door in the rear of a tower, not a bow shot away.
         The giant arrived back at the castle with Arthur's girl-friend still across his saddle, he gave the girl to an old beldame who ws threatened with death if she didn't keep the girl alive and secure. Then he hurried away to muster his men at arms. The old beldame was toothless and ugly but she had a soft heart, and when the young mistress sobbed out her sad story and asked for her to help her escape, she took heart and began working out a plan to help her. Quickly
Airial View of Painscastleshe gathered together a few young mens cloths, a hose, a leather jerkin and cloak, like those that the men at arms wore. Then she led the young girl quickly across the hall where men were hastily arming themselves. She managed to let the girl into a chamber at the foot of a tower and drew the bolts of the little door in the outward wall. It just happened to be the postern door.
Crouched in the thicket, Arthur saw the door begin to open, slowly and cautiously. So the giant was sending out his messengers this way! He fitted an arrow to the bow-string and drew it to his ear. He was a master bowman and he would aim for the heart. Out of the doorway stepped a figure in a cloak and casque. There was a sharp twang! and the figure collapsed with an arrow in its breat and a dying shriek that was crtainly not the voice of a man. Arthur rushed forward to the fallen figure only to realise that he had killed his own love. Springing up like a madnan, he was in time to thrust in through the postern before the old woman could close it; and after him dashed his six men, who had come running at the sound of the shriek. Yelling their war-cries, they gained the castle hall where the giant and his men werearming themselves.
  Painscastle in Winter   Five to one, Arthur's men stood but in the brief and bloody battle that followed, and using their short axes, they killed some, the rest ran away. Arthur, ducking below the sweep of the Painscastle leader's great sword, brought his battle axe down in a mighty blow that split the giants helmet in half, the giant was dead.
             The Painscastle men who ran, joined forces with the arriving armies of Hay and Clifford. And Arthur found himself reinforced by the men of Cefn-y-Blaen and Old Radnor Castle. The two opposing troops met at the ford of the Bach Howey stream half a mile south of Painscastle, and here at Rhyd-lydan the Painscastle faction was defeated with great slaughter, in which the squire Arthur dies. It is said that he sought death and found it so that he coud be reunited with his love on the other side.
You can still see the ruins of Painscastle today. The castle is no longer there but the earthworks and huge mound are still there for all to see and remember the story of yet another Arthur.

Painscastle  Mound and Earthworks

 The massive earthworks of Painscastle dominate the valley of the Bach Howey in the old Welsh commote of Elfael Is Mynydd, which was reckoned in the thirteenth century to be just one day’s march from Hereford. In 1093 the Norman Marcher barons launched a concerted attack upon Wales after the death of King Rhys ap Tewdwr of Deheubarth. During this assault Ralph Tosny of Clifford castle annexed the neighbouring cantref of Elfael, probably building a castle at Glan Edw in Elfael Uwch Myndd. It is possible that Ralph commenced the fortification of Painscastle, but there is no conclusive proof. Painscastle is named after a man of the next generation and it is quite possible that the castle was not commenced for another thirty years.     

Camelot was the most famous castle in the medieval legends of King Arthur, and where, according to legend, he reigned over Briton before the Saxon conquest.
At Camelot Arthur established a brilliant court and seated the greatest and most chivalrous warriors in Europe, the Knights of the Round Table.

        Camelot was the starting point of the Quest for the Holy Grail, and by the 1200's, it came to symbolize the center of the Arthurian world. The oldest known stories of Arthur don't refer to Camelot by name. It is first mentioned explicitly in the romance Lancelot written by Chretien de Troyes in the twelfth century.
        Different writers throughout the ages have placed Camelot in different locations. Sir Thomas Malory, in Le Morte D'arthur (15th century), placed the castle in Winchester. Geoffrey of Monmouth, in his History of the Kings of Britain (about 1136) named Caerleon Castle in Wales. Another theory puts Camelot near Tintagel, Arthur's reputed Cornish birthplace. According to the romancers, Camelot was named after a pagan king called Camaalis. Modern attempts at identifying Camelot have sought to place Camelot at the ruins of Cadbury Castle in Somerset, excavated in the 1960's.   

 But this is a wonderful way to make a lovely new page of castle and ogre's and dungeons and dragons. But lets watch some not so well known songs first. I hope you like them, these are for the younger of our readers. enjoy xxx Diddily.


Retold by Joseph Jacobs

ONCE upon a time there was a Wood-cutter and his wife who had seven children, all boys. The eldest was only ten years old. They were very poor, and their seven children were a great burden, since not one of them was able to earn his living.

What troubled them still more was the fact that the youngest was not only very delicate, but silent, which they took for stupidity, but which was really a mark of his good sense. He was very small, and when he was born he was scarcely bigger than one's thumb, which caused him to be called little "Hop-o'-My-Thumb." This poor child was the scapegoat of the house, and was blamed for everything. He was, however, sharper and wiser than all his brothers, and though he spoke little, he listened a great deal.

At last there came a bad year, and so great a famine, that the poor people resolved to rid themselves of their children. One evening, when the children were all in bed, and the Wood-cutter with a sorrowful heart, was sitting by the fire with his wife, he said to her: "You know that we can no longer support our children. I cannot let them die of hunger before my eyes, and I am resolved to take them to the wood to- morrow, and lose them. It will be easy to do this, for, while they amuse themselves tying my sticks, we have only to slip away without their seeing us.

the blue fairy"Ah!" cried his Wife, "would you then destroy your children?" In vain did her husband set forth to her their great poverty: she would not consent. She was poor, she said. But she was their mother. At last, having considered what a grief it would be to her to have them die of hunger before her eyes, she agreed to her husband's plan, and went, weeping, to bed.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb had listened to all that they had said, for having heard them, from his bed, talking of family matters, he had risen softly and slipped under his father's stool, in order to hear without being seen. He then went back to bed, but lay awake the rest of the night, thinking what he should do. He rose early and went to a brook, where he filled his pocket with little white pebbles, and then returned to the house.

Soon after, they all set off, but Hop-o'-My-Thumb did not tell his brothers anything of what he knew. They went into a forest, so thick that they could not see each other at a distance of ten paces. The Wood-cutter began to fell a tree, while the children gathered sticks to make up into bundles. The father and mother, seeing them thus employed, slipped away unnoticed, and then fled rapidly, by a little winding path.

When the children found they were alone, they began to scream and cry with all their strength. Hop-o'-My-Thumb let them cry, knowing well how to get home; for, while walking, he had dropped along the path the little white pebbles which he had in his pockets.

He therefore said to them, "Fear not, brothers, my father and mother have left us here, but I will lead you to the house only follow me."

They obeyed at once, and he led them home along the same path by which they had come into the forest at first. They did not dare to go into the house, but placed themselves near the door, in order to hear what their father and mother were saying.

Now it had so happened that, just as the Woodcutter and his Wife reached home, the lord of the village had sent them ten crowns, which he had long owed them, and which they had never hoped to obtain. This gave them new life, for the poor creatures were almost dead from hunger.

The Wood-cutter immediately sent his Wife to the butcher's, where, as it was long since they had eaten anything, she bought three times as much meat as was needed for the supper of two people.

When they were seated at table, the Wife said, "Alas! where now are our poor children? They would make good cheer with what we have left. But it is you who wished to lose them. I always said we should repent it. What are they doing now in the forest? Alas! alas! perhaps the wolves have already eaten them! You were most cruel thus to lose your children."

The Wood-cutter at last grew impatient, for she repeated more than twenty times that they would repent what they had done, and that she had told him so. He threatened to beat her if she was not silent. The Wood-cutter did not do this because he was less sorry than his Wife, but because her reproaches angered him. His Wife now shed tears, and cried out, "Alas! where are my children, my poor children?"

She said this so loud that the children, who were at the door, heard her, and all cried out together, "Here we are! here we are!"

She ran quickly to open the door, and said, as she embraced them, "How overjoyed I am to see you again, my darling children! you must be very tired and very hungry; and you, Peter, how muddy you are! come, let me brush you." Peter was her eldest son, whom she loved more than all the others.

The children then sat down at the table, and ate with an appetite which delighted their father and mother, to whom they described, all speaking at once, how frightened they had been in the forest.

These good people were filled with joy to have their children with them again, and this joy lasted as long as the ten crowns held out. But when the money was spent, they fell back into their former misery, and resolved to lose them once more; and in order not to fail again, they determined to take them much further into the forest than the first time.

They could not, however, speak of this so secretly but that they were overheard by Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who laid his plans to escape as before. Although he got up early in order to go out and pick up some little stones, he could not succeed in his purpose, for he found the door of the house shut and double-bolted. He was wondering what he should do, when, his mother having given them each a bit of bread for breakfast, he thought that he might use his bread instead of pebbles by dropping crumbs along the paths as they walked. He therefore slipped the bread into his pocket.

Their father and mother led them this time into the thickest and darkest part of the forest, and, as soon as they were there, ran away and left them.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb was not much troubled, because he believed he could easily find his way by means of the bread which he had scattered as he passed along. What was his surprise when he could not find a single crumb: the birds had come and eaten it all.

Now was their lot indeed wretched; the more they wandered about, the deeper they buried themselves in the forest. Night came, and a great wind arose which frightened them terribly. They thought they heard on all sides the howling of hungry wolves coming to eat them up. They did not dare to speak, or even turn their heads. Rain began to fall, which wet them to the skin. They slipped at every step, and, if they fell, got up so covered with mud that they could hardly move their hands. 

Finally, Hop-o'-My-Thumb climbed to the top of a tree, to see if he could not discover something. Having looked on all sides, he at last saw a little gleam of light, like that from a candle, but it was very far off, beyond the forest. He got down from the tree: but when he was on the ground he no longer saw anything, which troubled him greatly. However, having walked for some time with his brothers in the direction where he had seen the light, he again saw it as they came out of the wood. At last they reached the house where the candle was, though not without many alarms, for they lost sight of it whenever they descended unto a hollow place.

They knocked at the door, which was opened to them by a woman. She asked them what they wanted. Hop-o'-My-Thumb replied that they were poor children who had lost themselves in the forest, and who asked, for charity's sake, a place to sleep.

The woman, seeing how bitter they were, began to weep, and said to them, "Alas! my poor children, whence do you come? Do you not know that this is the house of an Ogre, who eats little children?"

"Alas, madam," said Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who like his brothers was shaking with fear, "what shall we do? The wolves of the forest will certainly devour us to-night, if you will not give us shelter. This being the case, we had rather be eaten by the Ogre, and he, perhaps, will take pity on us, if you will beg him to do so."

The Ogre's wife, who thought she might be able to conceal them from her husband till the next morning, let them come in, and placed them near a good fire, where a whole sheep was roasting for the Ogre's supper.

When they had begun to get warm, they heard three or four heavy knocks at the door. It was the Ogre. His wife hastily hid the children under the bed, and then opened the door.

The Ogre asked first if supper was ready, and the wine drawn; and then sat down at the table. The mutton was nearly raw, but he liked it all the better on that account.

He then began to sniff about, saying that he smelled fresh meat.

"It must be this calf which I have just been dressing that you smell," said the wife.

"I smell fresh meat, I tell you again," said the Ogre, looking fiercely at his wife; "and there is something more of which I do not know."

Saying these words, he rose from the table and went straight to the bed, where he found the poor children.

"Ah!" said he, "this, then, is the way you wish to deceive me, wicked woman. I know not what prevents me from eating you, too. Here is game, which comes to me very conveniently to treat three Ogres of my acquaintance, who are coming to visit me about this time."

He then drew the little boys from under the bed, one after another. The poor children threw themselves on their knees begging for pardon. But they had to do with the most cruel of all the Ogres, who, far from having pity, devoured them already with his eyes, and said to his wife that they would be delicious morsels fried, when she had made a good sauce for them.

He took out a great knife, and, approaching the poor children, began to sharpen it on a long stone, which he held in his left hand. He then seized one of them, when his wife said to him, "Why do you begin at this time of night? Shall you not have time to-morrow?"

"Be silent," replied the Ogre; "they will be more tender if I kill them now."

"But you have already so much meat on hand," replied his wife. "Here are a calf, two sheep, and half a pig."

"You are right," said the Ogre; "give them a good supper, that they may not grow thin, and put them to bed."

The good woman was overcome with joy, and brought them their supper at once; but they were too frightened to eat.

As for the Ogre, he set himself to drinking, delighted to have something with which to regale his friends. He drank a dozen cups more than usual, which went to his head, and obliged him to go early to bed.

Now this Ogre had seven daughters, who were still only children. These little Ogresses all had beautiful complexions, for they ate fresh meat like their father. They had little round gray eyes, crooked noses, and great mouths filled with long teeth, very sharp and far apart. They were not yet very wicked, but they promised well, for they already bit little children whenever they got the chance. They had been put to bed early, and were all seven in one bed, each having a golden crown on her head.

There was in the same room anther bed of the same size. Here it was that the Ogre's wife put the seven little boy's, after which she went to bed in her own chamber.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who had remarked that the Ogre's daughters had golden crowns on their heads, was afraid that the Ogre might regret not having killed him and his brothers that evening. So he rose about the middle of the night, and, taking his nightcap and those of his brothers, he went very softly and placed them on the heads of the Ogre's seven daughters, after having removed their golden crowns. He then put the crowns on his brothers' heads and on his own, so that the Ogre might mistake them for his daughters, and his daughters for the boys whom he wished to kill.

The plan succeeded as he had expected. The Ogre, having awakened about midnight, was sorry that he had put off till next day what he might have done that evening. He jumped quickly out of bed, and, taking his great knife, "Let us see," said he, "how our little friends are getting on."

He went on tiptoe to the room of his daughters, and approached the bed where the little boys were all asleep, except Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who was terribly frightened when he felt the Ogre's hand touching his head, as he had already touched his brothers'. But when the Ogre felt the golden crowns, he said, "Indeed, I was near making a nice piece of work of it. I see that I drank too much in the evening."

He then went to the bed of his daughters, where he felt the boys' little nightcaps. "Ah! here they are," said he, "the fine fellows! I must go boldly to work. Saying these words, and without hesitating, he cut the throats of his seven daughters. Very well pleased with his expedition, he went back to bed. As soon as Hop-o'-My-Thumb heard the Ogre snoring, he awakened his brothers, and told them to dress themselves quickly and follow him. They went softly down unto the garden, and leaped over the walls. They hurried away, and ran almost all night, without knowing whither they went.

The Ogre, when he woke up, said to his wife, "Go upstairs and dress those little fellows who were here last night.''

The Ogress was very much astonished at the kindness of her husband, not suspecting for a moment the way in which he meant that she should dress them. Believing that he simply wished her to put on their clothes, she went upstairs, where she was amazed to see her seven daughters with their throats cut. She was so overcome that she immediately fainted. The Ogre, thinking his wife was too slow, went upstairs to assist her. He was no less astonished than his wife when the frightful sight met his eyes.

"Ah! what have I done here?" he cried; "but those little wretches shall pay for this, and at once."

He then threw a bucket of water into his wife's face, and, having revived her, said, "Give me quickly my seven-league boots, that I may go after those boys and catch them."

He then started out into the country at once, and, having rushed about in all directions, came at last to the road where the poor children were walking, and then not more than a hundred steps from their father's house. They saw the Ogre striding from mountain to mountain, and crossing rivers as if they were little brooks.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who saw a hollow rock near the place where they were, hid himself and his six brothers there, and watched carefully what became of their enemy. The Ogre, who was very tired with his long and fruitless journey, wished to rest himself, and sat down, by chance, on the very rock where the little boys were hidden.

As he was overcome with fatigue, he soon fell asleep, and began to snore so frightfully that the poor children were as much frightened as when he held his knife ready to cut their throats. Hop-o'-My-Thumb was less afraid, and told his brothers to run into the house while the Ogre slept, and not to worry about him. They followed his counsel, and quickly reached the house.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb then approached the Ogre, softly drew off his boots, and put them on himself. The boots were very long and very large; but, as they were fairy boots, they had the gift of becoming larger or smaller, according to the size of the wearer's leg. In fact, they fitted Hop-o'-My-Thumb as if they had been made for him.

He then went straight to the Ogre's house, where he found his wife weeping over her daughters.

"Your husband," said Hop-o'-My-Thumb, "is in great danger, for he has been taken by a band of robbers, who will kill him if he does not give them all his gold and silver. Just when they held their knives to his throat he perceived me, and besought me to come and tell you of the state in which he was, and to direct you to give me all that he has, without retaining anything, since otherwise they would slay him without mercy. As time passed, he wished that I should take his seven-league boots, as you see, in order to make haste, and also that you might not think me an impostor."

The good woman, very much frightened, gave him all she had; for this Ogre was a good husband, although he did eat little children.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, being then loaded with all the Ogre's treasures, returned to his father's house, where he was welcomed with great joy and where they all lived happily ever after.

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