News from Tiny's Travel Journal
Tiny was excited to have been invited to Esperanza’s thanksgiving lunch. She’d heard so much about the fancy origami napkins and the special cheese-plate, and Esperanza was a wonderful cook. It was all perfectly lovely, but something was missing. She couldn’t put her finger on it; all her favourite people were gathered around the table … Read More
The lady inside Miss Rose’s telly-box said it had been the worst storm in 100 years. Tiny went outside to survey the damage, and felt dizzy with dismay. Treetops resembled the scene of a gruesome battle! Trees were ragged from fighting with the winds, and leaves and garden ornaments lay helplessly about the streets. She … Read More
Tiny stared out of the window and sighed. Every day this week had been painted with the same dull and friendless grey. Perhaps a walk outside would help; she grabbed a collecting-jar for any treasures lurking in the gloom, and headed for the door. Outside, it was even worse than she’d imagined. The winds screamed … Read More
Miss. Mary Margaret’s annual bonfire party was fast approaching, and Tiny’s Storytime-Club chattered excitedly about their plans. “I can’t wait for treacle toffee!” squealed Woodmint, rubbing his paws in glee.“I’m excited for roasted hazelnuts!” added Liesel.“I’m looking forward to soft buttery potatoes all zipped up in their hot crunchy jackets,” Tiny said dreamily, her mouth … Read More
Tiny looked at the letter again, and winced. The last thing she wanted to do was bat-sit for Professor Castleclaw’s boys. She had nothing against the bat twins, they were actually quite sweet. No, it was the creepy old house that Tiny disliked. It gave her the heebie-jeebies with its creaking floors, ghostly howls and … Read More
Tiny and Woodmint sat around the kitchen table, nibbling on toasted chestnuts and enjoying the warmth of the fire. They had been meeting each Sunday to discuss the Feast of Midwinter, but today they were distracted by a commotion outside the window. The afternoon had been invaded by a steely-grey mist, and the meadow was … Read More
It was a brisk and sunny October morning, as Tiny and Penny-dog ambled through the village of Treetops. They stopped to wave at Apple Tree who swirled in the crisp autumn wind, her branches now light and empty. Further down the lane, strange noises were coming from Old Man Guthrie’s garden, where three plump and … Read More
Tiny looked anxiously out of the window; it was very dark on the night before the Hunter’s moon, and Mother-the-Moon was nowhere to be seen. Tiny worried and paced; what if Mother-the-Moon had fallen out of the sky, or if her light had gone out and she needed help? Tiny could bear it no longer, … Read More
It was a crisp and sunny Autumn morning, perfect for a hike through the Wild Briar Woods. Tiny packed a flask of tea and a fairycake, and hummed as she crinch-crunched over the golden carpet of leaves. Before long, she was not only lost in her thoughts, but completely lost in the woods. A splosh … Read More
The twisted old apple tree had lived at the end of Orange Blossom Lane for as long as anyone could remember. Each morning, Tree would bring a smile to Tiny’s face as she swirled in the morning sun, and this autumn she was whirlier than ever. “Apples for sale! Apples for Sale! Lovely, juicy apples … Read More
Tiny woke early that morning, her mind had been restless and expectant and even Mother the Moon’s silvery light could not sooth her. She slipped out through the back door and tiptoed to the Misty Ripple Meadow. Gazing around her in awe, she wondered if she had stumbled into a dream; the violet-hued meadowlands were … Read More
The past few days had been an unexpected delight, the air was a warm golden syrup, and clouds dozed idly overhead. The carpets of goldenrod thrummed listlessly to themselves, and even the bees were too lazy to stray far from the hive, all save one. Tiny intended to savor every moment; she lay in a … Read More
It was a red-letter day in the Treetops calendar, and the villagers had gathered to honor Dana Bear, their beloved friend and owner of global food-truck, Pinker than Tin. Dana Bear had spent his life feeding and nourishing whomever he met, and it was finally his turn to be celebrated. As he sat down to … Read More
Tiny was late for her lunch-date with Liesel Greenleaf, and reached into her drawer to retrieve her sparkly new socks. Her hand came back empty.“Hmm, that’s strange,” she muttered, “Penny-dog, have you seen my new socks?” Penny-dog stood sheepishly in the doorway. Tiny searched around hopelessly, then flung open the wardrobe doors. “Nooooooooo!” yelped Penny-dog, … Read More
It was raining again in Treetops; the skies were dark and angry and so were the villagers. Grumbles and moans hung thickly in the air, and their frowns were sharp as knife-cuts. Tiny was starting to feel quite depressed herself. “What are we going to do?” she cried, turning to Penny-dog, “I can barely stand … Read More
August 15thDear Penny-dog,Yay! I’m so happy you received the kiss I sent with Mother-the-Moon; I asked her to watch over you my sweet Penny-dog, and shine her light over you each night.I left Miss. Millie’s Orphan Hoglet Farm some days back, and am now staying with Celestine’s youngest sister Minerva, the very last of the … Read More