Brownie stories for Claris

Hi Mei! Here's the brownie stories!!!

Bergen County (Northern New Jersey)

Mary and Tommy lived with their father and grandmother. Their father worked very hard all day and their grandmother was too old to do the housework.Their father tried his best to keep the house clean. Mary and Tommy didn't help him very much. They just played all day long."Children are hard to care for," said Father."Children are a blessing!" said Grandmother."Not my children," said Father. "They do not help me a bit."Just then, Mary and Tommy ran in, their shoes covered with mud."Wipe your feet outside!" said Father."What makes Father so angry, Granny?” asked Tommy and Mary."He is tired and you two do not help him. What this house needs is a brownie or two.""What is a brownie, Granny?""A very helpful little person. She came in before the family was up and did all sorts of chores. The brownie always ran off before anyone could see her, but they could hear her laughing and playing about the house sometimes.""How nice! Did they pay her, Granny?""No, brownies always help for love. But, the family left her some treats at night like cookies, fruit, and juice. She liked that."Oh, Granny, where are the brownies now?""Only the Wise Old Owl knows, my dear.""Who is the Wise Old Owl, Granny?""I don't know exactly, my dear.""Oh, I wish she hadn't gone away!" said Mary and Tommy together. "May we put out some juice and cookies for her? Maybe she will come back if we do.""Well," said Grandmother, "she's welcome if she chooses to come. There's plenty of work for her to do here."That night, Mary could hardly sleep. She kept thinking about the brownie."There's an owl living in the old shed by the pond," she thought. "If it is the Wise Old Owl, she can tell me where to find a brownie. When the moon rises, I'll go look for the Wise Old Owl."The moon rose and Mary hurried to the pond in the woods.Everything was so still that Mary could hear her heart beating. Then suddenly, "Hoo! Hoo!" said a voice behind her."It's an owl!" said Mary. "Maybe it's the one I'm looking for."The owl flew by her onto a beam that ran under the roof of the shed and said, "Come up! Come up!"The owl could talk! Then it must be the Wise Old Owl! Mary climbed up the beam, and said, "Please, where can I find a brownie to come and live with us?""That's it, is it?" said the owl. "Well, I know of two brownies that live in your house.""In our house!" said Mary. "Then why don't they help us?""Perhaps they don't know what has to be done," said the owl."Just tell me where to find those brownies," said Mary, "and I'll show them what needs to be done. There is plenty to do at our house!""Well, Mary, I can tell you how to find one of the brownies. Go to the pond in the woods when the moon is shining and turn yourself around three times while you say this charm:"Twist me, turn me, and show me the elfI looked in the water and saw_________."Then look into the pond to see the brownie. When you see the brownie, you will think of a word that ends the magic rhyme."Mary reached the edge of the pond in no time. She slowly turned herself around three times while she said the rhyme:"Twist me, turn me, and show me the elfI looked in the water and saw________"She stopped, looked into the pond, and saw only her own face."How silly," said Mary? "There's no word to rhyme with elf, anyway. Belf! Helf! Jelf! Melf! I saw nothing but myself! Myself? That rhymes with elf! How strange! Something must be wrong! I'll go back and ask the Wise Old Owl about it."Mary went back to the shed and told the Wise Old Owl she saw nothing but herself."And what did you expect to see?” asked the owl."A brownie," said Mary."And what are brownies like?" asked the owl."Granny says brownies are very helpful little persons. I saw no one but myself when I looked in the pond and I'm not a brownie.""All children can be brownies," said the owl. "Couldn't you help out around the house and pick up your own things?""I don't think I would like it," Mary said."Would you rather be someone who makes work instead of doing it?" asked the owl."Oh, no!" cried Mary, "I don't want to be like that. I'll tell Tommy and we'll both try to be brownies.""That's the way to talk!" said the owl. "Come on, I'll take you home."Before Mary knew it, she was in her bed. When daylight came, she woke up Tommy and told him what had happened. Together they crept downstairs and did every bit of work they could find to do before their father woke up. Then they went happily back to bed.When Father came downstairs, he looked around and rubbed his eyes. The table was set, the floor was clean, and the room was as bright and shiny as a new penny.At first, father could not say a word. Then he ran to the foot of the stairs, shouting, “Mother Tommy! Mary! Our brownie has come back!"One morning, Father woke up very early and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. "It must be the brownie," he thought. He went downstairs, opened the kitchen door, and saw Mary and Tommy dancing around the room."What's this?" he asked."It's the brownies! We are the brownies!" sang Tommy and Mary."But who did all the work? Where are the real brownies?""Here!" said Mary and Tommy as they ran into their father's arms.When Granny came downstairs, Father told her how he had found the brownies."What do you think of it all, Mother?” asked Father."Children are a blessing," said Grandmother. "I told you so."

New Zealand

Everyone worked in the Johnson family. Dad drove a taxi. Mum was a nurse at the hospital. The twins Carla and Ripeka helped in the house after school. Dad helped too, when he wasn't taxi driving.One day, Dad was at the stove, cooking pancakes. "Who does this house belong to?" he said."You!" said Ripeka."Wrong!" said Dad. "It belongs to our family. All of us. We all look after it and we all look after each other.""Who's the Boss?" asked Carla."No bosses," said Mum, who was doing the dishes. "There are only helpers in this place. We help each other to do the work and when that's finished, we have fun together. Right?""Right!" said the twins."But work can be fun too," said Dad, "especially when you're as good at it as I am. Watch this!" He tossed the pancake in the air. It flipped over and landed on the stove. "I just did that to make you laugh," said Dad, winking at Mum.Carla and Ripeka didn't think all work was fun. They got bored with doing the dishes and tidying their room, but they tried to make those jobs interesting by doing them as best they could. Some work really was fun. They liked looking after the dog and cat, going to the shops, helping to clean the car, cooking buns and gingerbread men, and gathering pine cones for the fire. It was also fun helping other people. They carried shopping for old Mrs. O'Regan. They watered Mr. Huirama's garden while he was on holiday.Carla said to Ripeka, "I've been thinking. Dad's always helping people in his taxi. Mum helps at the hospital. Why can't we be helpers at school as well as home?"Ripeka wasn't sure about that. "There are nearly 300 kids at our school," she said. "You reckon we should help everyone? Come off it."Mum was listening. "Just help where you can, when you can. You never know. It might be catching. The other children might want to be helpers too. But right now, I've got a special job for you. Grandma's coming tomorrow. You can put some flowers and pictures in her room to welcome her.""Hooray!" shouted Ripeka. "I'll do the flowers!""No! I'll do them!" said Carla."I'm sure Grandma would like two lots of flowers," said Mum.When Grandma saw her room, she kept saying. "Oh! Oh! Look at this, will you? Look at it!" Then she said to the twins, "I do believe the little folk have been here in the night.""What little folk?" asked Carla.Grandma sat down on the bed and put her arms round Carla and Ripeka. "When I was a girl in England, my mother told me a story about some magic little folk called Brownies. They used to come into the house at night, and do all the work. While the family slept, a Brownie would do all the cooking and cleaning and gardening and then it would run away before the family woke up.""We don't have any Brownies here," said Carla.Mum interrupted. "That's not so. There are Brownies in this house, all right. I've seen them.""You're just teasing," said Ripeka."No, I'm not," replied Mum. "I've watched them many times. In fact, I've got pictures of them. Wait a minute and I'll show you."Mum went to her bedroom and came back with two small pink frames. She gave one to Carla and one to Ripeka. "Look!" she said."These aren't pictures!" said Ripeka. "They're mirrors!""That's right," said Mum."You mean we're the Brownies?" asked Carla."The best in the world," said Mum."Hey!" yelled Dad from the hallway. "what about a big hairy Brownie who drives a taxi? Doesn't he count?"Grandma laughed. "Sorry," she said. "Helpers come in all shapes and sizes, but only little people can be Brownies."

O YEA

I've taken to writing 'yea' instead of 'yeah' and 'o' instead of 'oh'. It has...more of an edge, u noe? probably not. Anyone started on their physics project yet? I really can't think of a good report. or a good anything for that matter. HOW GOOD CAN YOU GET WHEN YOURE SICK!?! The answer: Quite alot, actuellement. For example, I have finally had enough time to read a little of the rather monotonous Conceptual Physics by Paul G. Hewitt. It's more than just a tiddly bit more advanced than what we are learning, so reading it is pretty ho-hum (i.e. hard to understand). But it is rather useful. Oh yes, proceeding to why I wrote this blog in the first place- MY TEMPERATURE HAS, FOR THE FIRST TIME TO-DAY(i think) GONE DOWN TO THE 37s. *celebrations, congragulations and jubilations all around* three cheers for recovery!!! yeayeayea...

tut tut. wasn't that just a huge blob of words? WAY COOL. cya in school next thursday. BONNE NUIT, MES AMIES.

Added about two minutes later: Nooooo... its crawling back into 38s!!!

Aww... I can't go for GIB!!!

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I CAN'T GO FOR GIB!!!



Why do I always fall sick on the days of camps? I couldn't go for the drama camp. Now I can't go for the prefects camp!!! *break downs n tears* *sobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsobsob*. But NVM. There must be a reason. So I shall face my fate with my best foot forward, et cetera, et cetera. Those who are going to the GIB (Girls in Bolero), tell me what it was like kays? Alright, gotta go rest now.

Bye.

[Bloggy Linkies]

Ok... so this is the replacement for links. *YAYS AND CHEERS!!!* I will include here all my friends' blogs (probably 1SY, family, etc). So, once you read this blog, follow the following instructions:

1. Click on 'Comments' at the bottom of this post. NOT MY CBOX.
2. Post a comment, consisting of your name, bracket open, relation to me. bracket close, dash, then your blog URL. (e.g. cheang kit lea-1sy friend-gottaluvvme.blogspot.com)
3. Wait for 5 days. If you don't see your name and blog on this post by then, TELL ME.

YAYS!!! So let me begin.

Kit Lea, 1SY friend: gottaluvvme.blogspot.com
Xin Hui, 1SY friend: i-theperfectionist.blogspot.com

Miselle, 1SY friend: e-bullience.blogspot.com

Sorry, but that's the few I can remember. *SOB* SO PLEASE COMMENT with your blog URL.

BYES:))

SICKY SUCKY.

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aww man. It sucks to be sick. No school, no fun, just stuck at home doing homework, homework, and more homework. *author's note: the homework is done by the author's free will, NOT forced by parents, santa claus, etc.* Of course, the homework comes along along with the occasional guilty pleasure of updating my blog, of course *wink*. Just finished my revision 21 MCQs. My nose is dripping, a cough is inching its way into my throat, and my temperature of 37.7 is a welcome change from the 38.5s and (last night!) a 39.6.

BTW, to those people who want to be linked, I am afraid I can't. I have no idea how to link people. However, I will be writing a post called [Bloggy Linkies]. There I will list down all the blogs I know until I find out how to link. Thank you very much for your co-operation. *CLAP CLAP*

Update me on any important things k? Thanks^^.

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I HAVE A CRUSH

I have a crush. On this beautiful, mesmerising, perfect... *DAYDREAM* omg, I'm in love with this wonderful, amazing, oooohlaaaalaaaaa, someone save me...

I'M IN LOVE WITH FRENCH.
haha, not what you think eh?

But j'adore Française. It's a beautiful language, flowing, each word like a shimmering pearl. Even the way you can introduce someone. Bonjour! Je suis Megan, j'ai 13 ans. Je parle anglais, chinois et un tout petit peu française. Je suis née le 8 decembre 1996. But for now, back to my française homework.

Au revoir!

random things rock

YAYS. At least Kit comments. And Miselle recently did. I have made an important descision. I shall make a list of all the people i hope will visit my blog.

THE LIST
1. Everyone in 1SY
2. My family

Not much but YEA. see? I don't ask much *YOU ROLL EYES* *I POUT* BOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you like strawberries? J'adore les fraises. yeah, i love french. without those darn controles. Les controles c'est terrible. C'est stupides. BTW, those hated controles are AKA tests. Suuucky.

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i HAVE A SUDDEN LOVE FOR BLOGS.

this is the 1st time i have had a proper blog. its WAY COOL. Agree? The way you can just typetypetype your nonsense away. the stuff in your head that clogs your ears, mouth, nose, etc that's called nonsense makes you DAYDREAM...lala. oh...where was i? ohohoh, BLOGS!!! iheartblogs. ok, that's enough now, megan. go to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep. dotdozozzzZzZzZzZZZZZ. GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE. PRAY FOR WORLD PEACE, EVERLASTING HEALTH, JOY AND HAPPINESS, ETC ETC ETC.

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Fat fish...*POUT*

Yay, someone finally commented! (ok, not finally, but still^^) MY FISHIES LOOK FAT. I've really been over-feeding them like an enthusiastic maniac. or an overenthusiastic motherly figure. or WHATEVER. Humph. on the lighter side of things, I finished revision 4. but i don't get it. How do you see which gas is denser in a balloon? aah, save me!!! J'ai mal a la tete!!!

kit lea's blog and xin hui's too!

I've been over feeding my fishies in the pond. do they look fatter to you? BTW if your're from ISY and don't mind, please tell me your blog so i can follow. follow kit lea's blog [really worth-it:))] and you wont regret. and xin hui's one is cute too! and i know drima has a blog too...but really sorry i forgot what it is. I'll find out and get back to y'all:)

Kit lea: gottaluvvme.blogspot.com
Xin Hui: i-theperfectionist.blogspot.com

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The fishies in the pond

Just in case u dont know the fishies in the pond (look below left) will follow your mouse when you put it in the pond. click anywhere and orangey food will come out:)

Eats shoots and leaves

To-day Kit lea told me a joke. lame but cute.

Eats shoots and leaves. What does that describe?

scroll down...

lower...

It's a panda! It eats shoots and leaves right? But it can also be a restaurant robber^^Eats, shoots *BANG* and leaves. LOL.

buh-bye. (weird accent)

My first post:)

HI.

This is my first post in my new blog!

Yay!!!<3