Story made up by Reception Children at Leighswood School Aldridge in 2002.  Click on the pictures for better quality copies

One day, in a dark corner of the town, there was an old bookshop.   It was a spooky shop because it was dark, and dusty, with cobwebs in the corners.  There was a sign at the front that said ‘open’ or ‘closed’.  On this day the sign said ‘open’ because Mrs Pom’s Bookshop was open.

The lady who owned the bookshop was called Mrs Pom.  Her first name was Pom as well, so she was called Mrs Pom Pom.  Not many people came into her shop, but on this day she had a very special customer.

Into the shop to see who is there, came a furry fairy with wiggly hair.  She was a magic lady, and in her arms was a big amazing machine.  This lady was the storymaker, and the machine was the story machine.  Whatever picture is put in the top of the story machine, goes round and round, wooz wooz wooz, turned by big cogs, and a story comes out of the bottom.  The story-maker was looking for a good picture to put in this machine.  Mrs Pom went with her to show her some good books full of interesting pictures.

Now in Mrs Pom’s bookshop, sitting on the desk beside the story-machine, is Mrs Pom’s cat, Tinkerbell.  While the two ladies are away looking for pictures Tinkerbell looks at the machine.  ‘Miaow’ she said, ‘that looks interesting’.  She ran over to the machine, jumped, and fell into the hole at the top.   PRRRRRR, AAAAAAH, PSSSSH, CCCCCRRRRR.  Tinkerbell was spun round and round in the machine and her story came out of the bottom.

When Mrs Pom and the Story-maker came back, they found the story lying underneath the machine.  They read the story, which was all about a cat.  In the story the cat eats a book, and turns into a flying chocolate calendar.  She flies on holiday, all the way to a big volcano and burns off her toes, goes to the seaside with a bucket, bursts balloons with her claws, grows a beak like a bird, and has lots and lots of adventures, before waking up, and realising it was all a dream.

As she read the story, Mrs Pom realised that the cat in the story was Tinkerbell, and she knew what had happened.  It must have been her, falling into the machine that made this story.  Mrs Pom was sad, and started to cry.  A tear rolled down her long nose, and dripped onto the story book.  Where it landed, a little hole appeared, and slowly grew.  Then Tinkerbell’s furry head appeared through the hole in the book, yawning.  ‘Miaow’, she said, ‘what a very strange dream…….’