Another original story by seven-year-old Varsha. This one won the first prize in a story-writing competition and was published on my mother’s birthday in 1994.
The word ‘dame’, for those who have not read Enid Blyton, meant nothing to me except ‘woman’ (often magical/ evil).
I wonder if this story could be psycho-analysed.
There was once a witch whose name was Dame Rock About. She hated flowers and plants.
We don’t know why she hated plants but she hated flowers because she wanted the honey and the honey-bees were taking it.
She had a son called Shaggy. He loved plants and flowers.
One day the old Dame put stones on the flowers. She was making a spell that who ever goes into it would turn into an ant. Just as she finished her spell a bee came and stung her and in fright she jumped into the spell. The bee ate her up, because she had turned into an ant.
The boy had not liked his mother so he was very grateful to the bee. He grew lots of plants, and when he grew up he told the bees:
“I’m not going to live here any longer. If you come near the pond, you will see my house with lots of flowers.” The bees came there very often and they all lived happily ever after.