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As my eyes
started to daze and my brain started to cease operating, I
entered the world of dreamland. For once I had actually
dreamt a dream that had any sort of resemblance at the end,
to what was around me, well sort of. The dream went like
something like this.
One day when
Topy the pixie was going home, he passed by Jane Bickley’s
cottage. He thought he would peep round and see what he
could see.
Jane Bickley
often used magical spells, and it was fun to watch her. But
there was nobody in the cottage.
On the
table, by itself, stood something that made Topy’s eyes
gleam. It was a wash-tub, a bright yellow one, as magic as
could be.
Every one
knew Jane Bickley’s wash-tub. All you had to do was to put
your dirty cloths in it and say, “alla malla get to work!”
and the wash-tub would swish the cloths round and round,
clean them beautifully, and then wring them out and throw
them on to the table.
“I wish I
could borrow that wash-tub” thought Toby thinking of the big
wash he had to do this afternoon. What a pity Jane Bickley
is out. “I suppose she has gone to her sister’s for the
day”. She always does on a Monday.
He looked and
looked at the wash-tub then he climbed in at the window and
picked it up. “It can’t matter borrowing it” he thought.
“ I know I
ought to ask but if I wait till tomorrow and ask Jane
Bickley she might say no. so I’d better borrow it now”.
” I can take
it back before she comes home tonight. She won’t even know I
borrowed it”.
He ran off
with it on his shoulders. When he got home he filled it with
water, and then threw in all his dirty cloths and linen.
Then he tapped the tub three times and cried “alla malla get
to work”, and my goodness me you should have seen that
wash-tub dealing with those cloths it swished them round and
round in the soapy water and as quickly as could be got all
the dirt out so they looked like new. Then it tossed them
out on the table, with all the water wrung out, ready for
Toby to rinse. It was marvellous.
Toby took
them to rinse in the sink. The wash-tub made a curious
whistling noise, and suddenly the curtains flew from the
window and put themselves into the water. Then the wash-tub
set to work on them. “Hiiiiiiii” cried Toby. Don’t do that
those curtains were washed last week. “Now I shall have to
dry them and iron them all over again”. “Stop, you silly
wash-tub’, but the wash-tub took no notice. It tossed the
washed curtains out of the water,
The tub
whistled again and into the tub jumped all the rugs and
mats off the floor “its annoying”. Toby shouted crossly,
“will you stop behaving like this”? “I don’t want my mats
washed. Stop it you silly wash-tub”.
Out came the
rugs and mats as clean as could be and then the wash-tub
whistled again. All the cushions hurried to put themselves
into the tub but that was too much for Toby. “I wont have my
nice feather cushions soaked with water now stop it
wash-tub”. The tub whistled again and oh dear poor Toby
found himself jumping into the wash-tub too he was swished
round and round well soaped squeezed and tossed out on to
the table.
“You wicked
wash-tub”, he cried wiping the soap from his eyes. ‘You
wicked _’ the tub whistled, and into the water went Toby
again this was a fine game, the wash-tub thought a very fine
game indeed. It waited till Toby had been thrown out once
more then whistled again and in went poor Toby, splash when
he was tossed out for the third time he fled to the door. He
ran down the road to meet Jane Bickley’s bus.
“Oh, Oh, Oh
she must get her horrid wash-tub as soon as she can, who
would have thought it would behave like this”?
Jane Bickley
stepped off the bus. Toby ran up to her, dripping with
water. “Jane Bickley dear dame quickly please please come
and get your wash-tub from my house”, begged Toby. “It is
behaving so badly from your house”, said Jane Bickley in
surprise. “How did my wash-tub get into your house”, Toby
felt rather awkward “well you see” he said “I wanted to
borrow it but you were out so I took it without asking”,
“Don’t you know that’s a very wrong thing to do, you knew I
wouldn’t lend it to you if you asked me so you took it
without asking. That’s next door to stealing you know that
you bad little pixy, well keep the washtub I can make myself
another”.
“Oh squealed
Toby Lane I cant keep it I really cant it keeps on whistling
me into the water and washing me Oh, do, do come and get
it”, then Mrs Bickley laughed, “what a lovely punishment for
you” I don’t want my tub back,
Toby replied
“but I shall spend, the rest of my life being whistled into
the water and washed”.
From no where
I just woke up vehemently to the sounds of the washing
machine. Maybe my dreams had resemblance, or maybe not, but
boy was it one heck of a dream. |
