Saturday, 14 April 2012

Minnie Moo's story: It's never ok bully

Previously Minnie Moo was left frozen with fear anytime anyone mentioned the H word. Hawk's turned him into wobbly jelly. In these stories Minnie Moo, Mr T and loads of other little anipals cross pathways with the big meanie Mr Hawk. In his quest to overcome his fear, Minnie Moo finds inner strength within himself and from his new found friends to stand up to Mr Hawk and his bullying ways. This is about friendship, strength, facing fear and it's never ok to bully.

Chapter 1: Adventures with Mr T
Chapter 2: Meeting with the Mayor of Little Village
Chapter 3: The Little Anipals from Little Village
Chapter 4: Brave Cat Brave Heart

Chapter 5: Fearless Leader of the Anipals
Chapter 6: Oh No! Minnie Moo tastes delicious!
Chapter 7: Mr Hawk pecks Minnie Moo
Chapter 8: Minnie Moo Our Hero!
Chapter 9: Hawk's and Anipals Unite

And finally.....
The sun was shining and the air filled with the excited chat of lots of little anipals helping the pawty planning committee set up for the afternoon festivities. Happy and red faced many soon ran out of puff from trying to blow up balloons and talk at the same time! Everyone was having fun and soon all the balloons were tied to the back of the little chairs and together they floated up, higher and higher like huge bright spring flowers just like the big yellow sunflowers printed on all the table coverings.

There were boxes and boxes of playful coloured fairy lights to be strung between the trees creating a dazzling happy glow around our little pawty spot. Looking over my shoulder, I could see progress was very slow as all the kittens thought it was great fun to play hide and seek while getting all tangled in the miles and miles of lights.

Just behind the tables and chairs was a little white pavilion surrounded by a cute white picket fence. Inside it was a big white kitchen with a little white and ginger cat wearing a big white Chef’s hat and keeping calm while cooking up a storm of friskie and birdseed delights along with dishes of Pet Milk surprise and Rabbit Food Burgers. Expertly whisking up a bowl of cream, Chef meeoow'd orders for the helpers to follow, all that could be heard was a steady stream of “Yes Chef, I’m on to it Chef, It’s done Chef, Ok Chef and oddly, you want me to do what Chef?”

I couldn’t wait to bite into a friskie delight.

Over yonder and a few giant steps from the outdoor furniture an orchestra of do-it-yourself tones floated along the early afternoon breeze. Hammers and nails, saws and paint slosh sounded as the working crew all raced against the pavilion clock to have the stage painted and set up complete with the two murals hanging proudly across the back wall. 

Curious as to what was written on the murals I was a little surprised to read on one “Peach and Hare-money” and on the other “Little Village well comes the Hawk is”

Apparently I wasn’t the only one checking the progress of the signs as a flustered Bunny Rabbit crossed my path calling out crossly to the paw-writers, "No, no you’ve got it all wrong! You’ll have to start again, please read your briefing sheets! It's Peace and Harmony and Little Village welcomes The Hawk's. Come on, we don’t have much time but I have faith in you all! Just concentrate and try not to get too distracted by the yummy smells wafting over from the kitchen."

Heads down and tails up with a paintbrush in paw they painted over the mistakes to start again. 

Time tick-tocked and before long with the little hand on 3 and the big hand on 12, Mayor Thumper tested the sounded system “testing, testing, 1-2-3, can you hear me?” A chorus of YES LOUD AND CLEAR rang out. “Ok little anipals we’ve only got one hour to go until pawty time. Let the countdown begin.”

Those who had finished their jobs hurried home to change into their fancy pawty dress with some even managing a quick trip to the local hair salon. The others stayed behind working right up until the last call….”only 15 minutes to go, it’s time to finish your jobs, tidy up and for the band to come to the stage for a quick sound check.”

The big band was made up of 18 little anipals; 5 cats on the saxophone and clarinet, 4 bunny rabbits blowing trumpets, 4 hares on the trombones and the rhythm section; a beagle played piano, one chipmunk on bass and the other on guitar, a proud yet slightly mad rooster on vocals and finally a Chihuahua on drums. And, like a bag of liquorice allsorts the combination worked really well together.

As the clock chimed, it’s 4 o’clock! A flock of seagulls, oops sorry I mean Hawk’s flapped their way across the sky before swooping down to land softly on the Village Green cricket pitch temporarily re-named Big Bird Airport. Trying to do a Hawk-head-count I lost count at 50, trying again I got to 87, so I guess it was safe say at least a hundred birds flew in for the occasion.

Not being shy Mr Hawk led his family, extended family, friends and friends of friends to the front of the stage where the welcoming group made up of me, Mr T and Mayor Thumper were already behind the microphone. All our serious talking had been done and without wasting any time we beamed our mega-watt smiles before screaming out an enthusiastic “Welcome to Little Village, let the pawty begin!” and the big band struck up the first chords to what would become our signature Little Village song (thanks to Mr L Ritchie)…….

Da, Da oh oh oh oh
Well my friends the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on, play on, play,
Everybody sing, everybody dance......

We're going to party, karamoo, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along! 

And finally we all screeched, squawked, chirped, meeoowed, howled, hooted and hollered in harmony….

All night long, all night, all night, all night long

With non-stop hit and after hits of music playing well into the night, yummy food and drinks and new friends to make it was a perfect pawty celebrated by all in the spirit of peace and harmony.

As daylight hours dimmed the night sky twinkled brightly with millions of magical stars and even the tired old man in the moon rose to join in the fun. Saying our goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Hawk and Mayor Thumper, we felt a little sad to be leaving our Little Village friends but trying to leave on a happy note we shared "it's not goodbye it's until we meet again." 

Leaving the pawty Mr T and I walked along in perfect step by step harmony with the starry sky lighting our pathway. Soon Little Village faded in the distance as we continued up and over hills while cat-chatting about the time we all had together. It was then I shared with Mr T, “you know what I’ve learnt from Mr Hawk and his old bully ways? Despite our differences we're all unique, special and deserving of bucket loads of love. And, at the end of the day it doesn't matter what we look like from the outside we’re just about all the same on the inside!

Yours in friskies chock-a-block with love, Minnie Moo
To read the complete story of Minnie Moo and the Hawk click here


  1. First time to read your blog...great story, well-written; I can picture all da anipals playin da instruments! Can't wait to read more!

  2. Dear IamRustyCat
    Thanks for reading my blog and I'm glad you liked my story, it was part of 10 little teeny tiny stories about my adventure with Mr T and overcoming my fear of the four lettered bird - HAWK :)
    Have loads of fun today
    Minnie Moo


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