Monthly Archives: October 2012

Scary Fairy And A Pair Of Halloween Horrors!

Now then my people, what have we here then?

Oh yes, I remember! It is almost that time of year to perform spookily scary Halloween type things involving witches hats and pumpkins and, and, and all things orange.

Right ho. This year I have two new souls to conjure with.

Listen up you two – if you thought Mummy was scary . . . tonight we are going to unleash, err something spooky. Any ideas?

Well Fairy, I thought it might be appropriate to loll around in this cosy pumpkin . . . in a vaguely tormented manner.

Or lie down on this soft cushion and look all mean, moody and menacing.

And while Bear scares sundry articles of under clothing off terrified viewers . . .

I’ll crawl in here and practise snoozing like, like . . . like a Banshee.

And I will hide in here and do my finest manic Halloween type laughter, ‘Tee Hee’ (in a really sinister voice).

All this Halloween type stuff is making me very peckish. I thought there would be trick-or-treat type treats!

Maybe I need to increase my horror inducing activity a notch or two.

Here we go – ‘Screech, howl, err, sundry zombie type moans’.

Perfect, or what?!

Pixie, I don’t want to appear unduly critical, but I think we may have gone a little too far with all this horror inducing mayhem.

Amateurs!!!!

What a dress rehearsal disaster. Not even remotely chilling, and that was the BEST those pesky two could do.

I give up. I’m staying in here until Halloween is over, or at least until teatime.

Pack It In, Fairy!

Is this our new salad bowl, Daddy? It’s not exactly ‘ample’ is it?

It came in a jolly big box though. Hummm, this could be quite useful.

Actually, I have just formulated a brilliant and cunning plan, and this box will be ideal for its furtherance.

Daddy, we need to discuss this in private, please.

Can you give me a helping paw to get out please? Thank you very muchly.

Now, it’s time to activate . . . Operation ‘Postie”. Ma-ha-ha-haa etc *DEMONIC LAUGHTER*

Oh my whiskers, Bear! I’m not sure I like the look of this.

I think Fairy is going to post us back to Auntie Wendi! Boo Hoo.

Yikes! I think you are right Pixie.

I say, Hello, HELLO! Can someone come quick and jolly well rescue us NOW this minute, Please?!

Hehe! I was only teasing!

I wouldn’t ever send my new pig sisters back to Bonnie Scotland – I love them, loads, even if they do eat all my salad!

EAT ALL MY SALAD???!!!!

I wonder where Mummy keeps the Postage Stamps. Tee Hee!!!

 

A Cosy Cavy!

Hello there my adoring friends – I know what you are thinking.

You are thinking, ‘Doesn’t Fairy look Soooooo Sweeeeeet in her cosy, white-dot-on-green-grass-look-a-like wrapper-upper blankie device’!

And you are right! I DO look sweet, SO SWEET! ‘Cos it says so!

Well anyway, it was nice for you to see me test driving my new comfortatory device but if you don’t mind, I would like some personal, piggy privacy, please . . .

while I have a crafty 40+ winks or so!

2 hours later . . . zzzzzZZZZZZ

Oh-ho! What’s that? An earthquake? Or maybe even two earthquakes! Hmmmh, I wonder . . .

Ooooh! Pixie, sit still and keep very quiet. Don’t even breathe!

We don’t want a freshly woken and therefore probably very cantankerous Fairy to spot us, now do we?!

Driving Fairy Round The Bend!

Crikey Bear. Is this . . . it can’t be?!

It IS Pixie! We are IN Fairy’s very own legendary super car!

You drive, Pixie, I will try to keep these pesky hitch-hiker type Mousies in order.

Oh-ho! I knew it was too good to last! Looks like we have another passenger, Bear.

I’d like to see you try to keep Fairy in order!

Ooooh errr, what will Fairy say when she sees I am in the driving seat?

It’s okay – it was high time I had my own chauffeur.

Right you two – are we nearly there yet? Don’t worry if you get a bit lost Pixie, I make a jolly good pig-nav.

At the next junction . . . follow the signs for the salad!

C’mon, Pixie, get your paw down!

Oh move over Pixie. Let me show you how it’s done!

Parp-parp! Make way, the Fairy-mobile is coming through! Next stop – supper!

Hay Is Not The Only Food!

Oi (from across the other side of the kitchen) is that OUR tea?

It’s just that there appear to be ONIONS in that salad. Mehhhh!

Phew! This looks much better! Delightfully onion free I note.

Oh yes, mmmm, nom.

This will do very nicely – compliments to the chef!

And, for some of the more eminent patrons, that will mean ME of course, pudding is served!

Looks like it is one of those ‘eat all you like’ establishments, Bear. Tuck in.

Yes, but do we get pudding too?

Thank you, Mummy. My tea and MY pudding were yummy – Burp – pardon! One day Bear, one day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bags ‘o’ Treats!

Line up, line up . . . form an orderly queue!

Oh, ok, let’s just get stuck in then!

Nom, nom, nom . . . PIXIE, did you just BURP?

No! I am far too polite!

Do you like my hay hat . . .  followers of fashion would say it’s fascinating!!

It’s seems very quiet . . . has anyone seen Bear?

Here I am, coming up for air!

This bag of hay is the tastiest ever!

 

Thank you very much, Auntie Wendi and Uncle Martyn at Thistle Cavies Rescue for our very special treats.

We love them all – and we love YOU!

 

 

Pixie Goes Where Others Fear To Tread!

What! Where are you two off to then?

Shhh! Don’t tell Fairy, I’ll just check in here for her secret salad stash!

 

Hummmph – looks very cosy. Perhaps I’ll just sneak in for a crafty little snoozlet.

Oh, there you are Fairy, at last. I was just going to keep it warm for you – honest.

Have you heard of the saying, “Butter wouldn’t melt”?