Michael and the Magic Hiccup – Sample One

New Children’s Book Coming Spring 2021

Here’s the first part of a new children’s story I’ll be releasing later this year. Subscribe to my blog to stay up-to-date on the release date. I’ll be uploading the next section and some more pictures later this month, and hope to have the final version ready for mid-March. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know in the comments below. If you’d like, why not print off the first picture and colour it in – I’ll love to see how it looks once you’re finished.

The Adventure Begins…

Michael was bored. He was always bored. Today, more than ever, he was especially bored. It had been raining constantly for over a week now. Not just the normal, drizzly rain, but that cold, grey rain that made everything look even more dull and boring. Nothing exciting ever happened when it rained, in fact the only thing that happened when it rained like this was that things got wet, very, very wet. That was exactly what was happening to Michael, because Michael was a garden gnome, a very wet and very bored garden gnome.

If he’d had a choice in the matter, he would much rather have been a knight, or an explorer, or an adventurous snail, or anything else for that matter, as long as it wasn’t a garden gnome. But he didn’t have a choice, so there he was, Michael, the garden gnome, stood in the front garden of Mr and Mrs Poops, very wet, and very bored. Year after year he stood there alone in his silly red hat, bright green tunic, dark blue trousers, black rubber wellington boots and, not forgetting, his very stupid fishing rod with the plastic goldfish dangling boringly from his fishing line. About the most exciting thing that ever happened to him was Mr and Mrs Poops’ Ginger Tom that would come and sniff at him every once in a while. It really was a boring life being a garden gnome.

The old couple weren’t so bad. Mr Poops had long since retired as the town’s local bank manager, and spent most of his time tinkering in the garden or in his potting shed. Mrs Poops, who Michael thought must be going a little mad, spent most of her time stroking her ginger cat, or stranger still, talking to it! As if a cat could understand what she was talking about. Mr Poops had long since stopped paying attention to his wife, choosing instead to talk to his favourite garden ornament.

Michael really was getting fed up of standing there in the pouring rain. He hadn’t seen anyone for days now. Not even the Ginger Tom had come out to have a sniff at him. He hadn’t even seen the postman come up the pathway to deliver their daily mail. If it didn’t stop raining soon, Michael thought he would have to do something rather drastic. He didn’t know what that would be, but he had a great deal of time to think about what he might do. Most of all he longed for some kind of adventure.

Michael was bored, wet, cold, and tired. Having been out in the cold rain for so long, the stupid goldfish had filled with water, which made his arms ache from holding the heavy fishing rod. Worst of all, Michael could feel himself coming down with a cold! He felt like just throwing down the rod and running away. Just then he felt a strong need to sneeze:

“Ha- Ha- Ha…”

Oh, he hated that, when you could feel a sneeze coming, but it didn’t!

“Ha- Ha- Ha – HICCUP!”

Michael couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t sneezed, but hiccupped! What was all that about? How very strange. Had he been out in the cold too long that his mind was playing tricks on him? Even the silly goldfish looked surprised that he hadn’t sneezed. Then he got the feeling again:

To Be Continued…

The story doesn’t end there, it’s only just begun. Stay tuned for the next section, which I’ll be posting up later this month. Let me know in the comments section what you think about it so far. Pre-order your copy here.