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A Midsummer Tights Dream Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream (Cliffs Notes) A Midsummer Night's Dream (Webster's Thesaurus Edition). A Midsummer Tights Dream by Louise Rennison - Free download as PDF File . pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free. Read an excerpt from A Midsummer. Hold on to your tights!! Because I am holding on to mine, I can tell you. Or 'the theatre of dreams' as Sidone Beaver, the principal, calls it. I am truly on the.

My ballet based on the Sugar Plum Fairyonly done on a bicycle. In my Dother Hall brochure it says, Heckmondwhite has its own zany cosmopolitan atmosphere. Louise Rennison. Then I felt a hailstone hit my face. Eccles went a sort of dull red color but she didnt moveshe just kept looking at Mr. And fame is my game!

I though I would've been a bit too old for her books now but obviously not! Oh Louise is also very good at making creating male characters that you just fall in love with oh man ie.

Charlie and Adam maybe even Cian? The mentions of Georgia and When I saw this in the library I was like 'there's no way I can't get it' because Louise Rennison is one of the very few authors that cant make me laugh out loud. The mentions of Georgia and the Ace gang in this book were lovely because I really miss reading about her but I was kind of hoping it would say something about Dave but nope! The gang name, the bucket load of boys that are always causing a dilemma, the 'see you later' situation.

I'm not going to say it's not as good as Georgia's story because they're both different in their own way but I think it's because I read about Georgia first, it's hard to not compare them.

View all 5 comments. Tallulah is back on her way north! She was able to secure a position at the "elite" acting school Dother Hall, despite her obvious lack of talent and the hatred of one of the teachers. At least this means she's closer to her young mate Ruby, and Ruby's sexy older brother Alex, even if he's off at school, he has to visit sometime Also, stayin Tallulah is back on her way north!

Also, staying with the Dobbinses has the benefit of heat, running water, plumbing. The school has taken a bit of a downturn, economically speaking, they owe more than a little in taxes and might just lose the hall, unless a miracle happens. Yet, the crisis of the school and their production of A Midsummer Nights Dream , in the middle of December, is not really on Tallulah's mind as much as it should be.

Instead she is weighing the merits of boys. Alex, so Mr. Darcy, so much in Liverpool.

Charlie, who kissed her and then wanted to be just friends because he has a girl back home. Then there's Cain. The bad boy. The Heathcliff of the town. He's bad, everyone knows he is. He licked a hail stone off Tallulah's face.

That's not even on the snogging scale The shame of the detestable Cain, the fact that the local girls would beat her up if they knew, the fact that she might have liked it. I had hopes that this book would become something more than the first volume in this new series. I was hoping for, I don't know, some sort of scope. Some expansion. Instead it felt even more contracted and small and plotless than the first volume. We got a girl and her angst about three boys, a band concert and a hurried production of A Midsummer Nights Dream Also, the idea of doing such a summery play in winter, it did not work, unless the book had ironically been titled, like A Midwinter Tights Nightmare I felt like this is a book Rennison has written before, especially now that all the girls are referring to themselves as the Ace Gang See, it's just a downward spiral that has made me not look forward to the next book at all.

I also feel a little as if I'm loosing my mind I have no recollection of this being the case, but Irish she is. Also, while I find the Northern accents funny, why doesn't Tallulah have an accent too if she's Irish? Also I can't decide if the parodying of the accents was funny or kind of mean. And in what world does a girl with a severe lisp get talent scouted to Hollywood? And what was with all the Lesbian jokes? They seemed crude. Overall it was just a forgettable book in a forgettable series written by an author that had once shown promise but is now obviously stuck in a rut.

Such a shame, her books used to be my fun little escape and now reading them feels like a chore. I received this book free from Goodreads First Reads. I had to bring my rating down a bit from Withering Tights , because while Tallulah and her friends continue to be charmingly barmy, there is little truly fresh material. Tallulah Casey and her Tree Sisters return to Dother Hall for more obsessing about snogging and madcap high jinks in "thea-tah" college.

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As before, there were frequent moments that made me laugh out loud. Lullah and her friends really are adorable in their naivete, and the boys I received this book free from Goodreads First Reads. Lullah and her friends really are adorable in their naivete, and the boys certainly do their part to keep everyone a-muddle.

Unfortunately, there were no outrageous dramatic performances this term to come anywhere close to the joyous absurdity that was Sugar Plum Bikey. The focus this time was much more on the boys or lack thereof , and while it was certainly entertaining it did frequently become repetitious due to the infrequency of actual boy-girl contact. However, the Cain-Charlie situation is shaping up nicely and I'm intrigued to see what comes next.

Okay, so Tallulah is basically a less socially assured Georgia in different surroundings. I don't care, these books still make me laugh myself silly. I'm actually enjoying these perhaps a slight bit more than the "Confessions of Georgia Nicholson" because of the setting: Cousin Georgia rates a few mentions, including the re-introduction of the famed snogging scale. Whooooo series getting better. I feel a connection with Georgia's books happening now.

Like I like the tension with him but I don't think she'll end up with him I need more now! More boy developments! Mar 28, Sarah rated it really liked it Shelves: Re-read with the audiobook, I wasn't sure how it would be as an ab but because it was read by the author it was hilarious and I loved it! Tallulah Casey is back at preforming arts college, and back into trails and tabulation of being a teenage girl. She has to deal with the loss of a friend who is putting on her slippers of show business and going to Hollywood!

First there's Charlie who only wants to be friends and the local bar Landlord son Alex who comes back from college with a girlfriend and now local bad boy Cain seems to have a strange interest in her for some reason Throw all boy problems, with some drama and lots of humour and you a massive feel good, Laugh out loud story.

But I feel like they could be a hit or miss depending on the reader, If you are a teenage girl-or boy! I love this book and this series so, so much - it's so silly and fabulous and hysterically funny, and I was laughing from pretty much the first paragraph, which begins: Performing Arts College, here I come again!

Hold on to your tights!! Because I am holding on to mine, I can tell you. Which makes it difficult to go to the loo, but that is the price of fame!!! And fame is my game! I adore Georgia's voice and her whole wonderful group of friends and the total wackiness of their eccentric performing arts school set in a fabulously grim Yorkshire village. And yes, having lived in Yorkshire for 7 years - and worked at a performing arts camp - makes me love this series even more.

It's all hilarious and wonderful on its own, but it's even better if you also happen to have read Cold Comfort Farm. But you definitely don't need to have read any other books - not even the first one - to find this book incredibly funny, joyous, exuberant and warmhearted, just like its heroine.

Now I want to go back and re-read the first book in the series immediately! Further embarrassment, boy drama and Irish dancing await Tallulah she returns to Dother Hall for the autumn term.

The crazily-staffed all-girls is facing financial difficulties from cruel-hearted bankers who have no empathy with Artistry and simply say, "We do not care about ballet, get out your wallet! And Cain Cain is wandering about on the moors with his dog, annoying the Bottomleys and confusing Tallulah. Can Tallulah forget about the thing whatever it was that Charlie told her to try to forget about? Will Cain ever stop hanging around listening in the shadows? How can the students and teachers save Dother Hall?

May 19, Natalie rated it really liked it Shelves: Well, this was simply delightful. This second volume in the Misadventures of Tallulah Casey has more hilarious boy and theater-related mishaps for Tallulah and her gang of crazy friends. The series has pretty much the same elements as the Confessions of Georgia Nicolsen: This series has the added inc Well, this was simply delightful.

This series has the added incentive of Rennison's wonderful satire of performing-arts schools, complete with Irish-dancing Heathcliffs and insane professors.

Recommended for those looking for a fun and light read. I really enjoy the recurring theme of tights in the titles. My high school is very different from Tallulah's, it's more traditional, so I enjoy reading about life at other schools. I can't wait to see what happens to Tallulah in Ms. Rennison's next book! Nov 28, Aimee Isenhour rated it liked it. I read this and the first book in this series because I'm a huge fan of her other series, the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson Sad to say I was disappointed.

I don't know if it's because I didn't get the British humor or if they're just not funny. There were a few giggles but nothing like I was expecting.

View 1 comment. Aug 17, Rea K rated it it was amazing. And I spent most of both books if not the entire books having this knowing that Cain totally likes Tallulah Tallulah just dramas about him all the time Hoping for more to happen between Cain and Tallulah. Can't wait for more! I am really enjoying Lullah and her band of performance arts friends.

She has grown up in appearance since book 2 but she is just as imature and kooky and the first book - and I love it! I love these books. They're ridiculous, but so much fun. Book 2 int Tallulah Casey's adventures at drama boarding school, sees the school struggling to stay open, and Lulles trying to figure out which boy she likes. As ever, Louise Rennison's writing is funny, and I would love to see Tallulah's irish dancing in person, but I never felt that this series is as light and warm as Confessions of Georgia Nicholson.

I can't put my finger on it, and I still really enjoyed reading about Tallulah's thespian drama adventures, but it just doesn't have the feel o Book 2 int Tallulah Casey's adventures at drama boarding school, sees the school struggling to stay open, and Lulles trying to figure out which boy she likes.

I can't put my finger on it, and I still really enjoyed reading about Tallulah's thespian drama adventures, but it just doesn't have the feel of the Georgia's diaries. Still enjoyed the book I couldn't get into this one. I found the main character annoying and the book was all over the place.

I honestly didn't really like any of the characters and the only part that made me laugh was when Cain licked the hail off her face but that was mostly because she was so appalled by it. Do girls really talk about their corkers that much? This book definitely not for me. Dec 23, Rita rated it really liked it. This review can be viewed in all it's bloggy glory, here. Ah, I love this! With these books I have made a new discovery of a series I love!! Excuse me if it's extremely mean of me to laugh at Tallulah's mishaps..

If you can make it through any of these books with a straight face then I will give you a prize On that delightful note, I had such a laugh when Tallulah- Lullah for short -was looking back on the even This review can be viewed in all it's bloggy glory, here.

On that delightful note, I had such a laugh when Tallulah- Lullah for short -was looking back on the events of Withering Tights. Her thoughts were very funny because I think she seems to be in a bit of a daze after the events happen and then she looks back and realizes what she's done Basically, it includes a lot of Why?

If you've read this series, then you'll have to agree with me that there is no denying that you have a soft spot for Tallulah's Irish Dancing.

If you haven't read it then you are missing out. What brought this down to a 4 star book for me though, was though I did still laugh a lot, I found that there weren't as many laugh out loud moments in my opinion- just a load of idiotic, mad smiling.

Now that I think about it, this is not a book you want to read in public. That is, unless you're completely fine with being given weird looks for looking like a lunatic when you try to hold back your laughter.

Don't say I didn't warn you.. I could go on and on, really.. You see, the sheep don't like her for some reason, and neither does Connie the owl, but Connie isn't exactly a fan of people either. Still, Matilda the bulldog loves her and so do the owlets, Lullah and Rubes!

I do understand her situation with the sheep, because I was once chased by one.. Don't ask.. I feel so sorry for Lullah, because she always end up so confused and doesn't know what to do. That's when he's not being a meany because then I want to go all Rapunzel on him and hit him with a frying pan. It's all so conflicting and I can't imagine how Lullah feels!! Anyway, the boys do mean that the Tree Sisters have some extremely entertaining adventures! They all have such funny personalities and they're all so quirky and different!

To be honest, These five girls manage to take on the world in a way that's never been seen before To Sum It Up: A Midsummer Tights Dream will never fail to make you laugh, no matter what your mood is.

Nov 06, Pelks rated it it was ok. Rennison is still very a funny author and maintains her gift for capturing a lot of what it feels like to be a hormonal adolescent girl, but Tullulah is just not as compelling a character as Georgia of Angus, Thongs fame. Okay, this one was much better than the first one. I still feel like the writing is a bit all over the place, but the story was a bit more concise. I'm really, really curious as to who Tallulah ends up with.

Can't wait! Oct 29, Cheryl Warren rated it it was amazing. I think that this book is absolutely hilarious I recommend it. Dec 11, Hannah rated it really liked it. I enjoyed this book more than the first one but I still prefer the Georgia Nicolson books!! Jun 25, Grace Sargeant rated it liked it. I bet Mr. Dobbins Harold knitted them at one of his inner woman groups. Harold goes to a mens group and they try to find their hidden feminine side.

She almost crushed me to death with her bosom and her badges. And her new whistle. As I have said before, I am sure Dibdobs has got a hugging badge. Shes got badges for everything else, moth conservation,.

I couldnt actually see anything when she was hugging me, but I could feel hugging going on around my knee area as well. That would be the twins, Max and Sam. They love my knees. Probably because that is as far up as their toddler arms can hug. I dont get a lot of hugging at home. My little brother, Connor, likes kicking mostly. I hugged him when I left and he said, Dont be so gay. Grandma does a lot of patting.

But quite often shes off target with that and thinks she is patting me when actually its the cushion next to me. Dibdobs was talking really loudly and quickly like she does. Shes so keen on everything. Its nice really. Just odd. Oh, Lullah, its sooooooo lovely to have you back. Ive missed you. Weve all missed you. Havent we, boys? The boys stood there blinking from underneath their pudding basin haircuts.

And sucking their dodies. They dont get any less odd. Dibdobs said, The boys have made something for you. Havent you, boys? She adores the twins.

She thinks they are covering up their cleverness. She thinks they are like tiny little brain. Max and Sam blinked at me. And kept on sucking. Then Max or Sam took his dodie out and said, Sjuuuuge one for ooo. I said, Oh, well, thats nice, I. Dibdobs said, Tell Lullah what youve made for her. Sam said, Sjuuuuge.

Dibdobs started slightly losing her rag. Yes, yes, it is quite big. Sam blinked and looked a bit cross, like he had suddenly realized he had a Brown Owl for a mother. Dibdobs went even redder. She bent down so she could look them both in the eyes and said sternly, Now, that is a silly, silly word that big boys dont say anymore. Max and Sam blinked together and smiled.

Great Jumping Jehovah, they look like sock animals when they smile. Dibdobs took their hands and we all walked back to the house. She was chatting on sixteen to the dozen. But I could still hear Max and Sam softly singing, Bogie, bogie, bogie, bogie, bogie. Dibdobs said, Harold is so looking forward to seeing. Hes out tonight with the interknitting group. After the success of the communal skipping rope, you know, the skipathon when the whole village skipped?

Oh yes, I remembered that. She was chattering on. Well, hes got big plans for knitting the village together for Christmas. Wont that be fun? I dont know what to say to that because she hugged me again and my mouth was in her muffler.

When we got back to Dandelion Cottage the twins present turned out to be some bits of feather stuck into a potato. Max said, Fevver man for ooo. Also there was a postcard addressed to me care of the Dobbinses. It was from Honey! It just said:. See you when I get there on Wednesday and tell you all about it!!! Honey xxx It didnt really say weally on the postcard, but I could hear her voice in my head.

I wonder what she means? Maybe shes got five boyfriends now?! I took my luggage and Fevver man up into my room while Dibdobs went to make some tea. So here I am back in my old squirrel room. Sitting on my wooden bed with the squirrel carved into the bedhead. With my feather potato. Ive brought back my squirrel slippers, the ones that Dibdobs gave me when I first came.

She said they were to make me feel at home. Which they would have done, had my home been in an oak tree. I put the squirrel slippers into the bed for company. Well, one looks like a squirrel and the other one looks like a hamster.

My brother, Connor, set fire to one of the tail bits so its just a stump. I looked around at the familiar carved wooden wardrobe acorn theme and the wooden dressing table with the carved squirrel legs and the wooden, well, everything really. You name it, if it was in the room, it was wooden. But wood was OK. Everything was OK. I put my case on the bed and started to unpack. Georgia and her Ace Gang helped me choose cool things to suit my shape. Like dark tights and bright little skirts.

And hats. The Ace Gang said I needed to de-emphasize my bad bits nobbly knees and emphasize my good bits catty eyes and nice swishy black hair. Georgia said to. Although not to fiddle with my fringe, because she personally thought that was a killing offense.

I hung all my stuff in the wooden wardrobe. I even have a special underwear drawer. With bras in it. Oh yes! Yes, I now officially wear corker holders. And whats more, I have corkers to put in them!! Ive got the tiniest corker appliances you can get 30A , but I have high hopes for a growth spurt when I start tapdancing my way to the top of the showbiz ladder. Not that I can tap-dance, but I could do something on the ladder, Im sure. Its just a question of finding it and not falling off the ladder in the meantime.

Even though you cant see the ladder. Ooh, it will be so nice to see little Vaisey again and her cheeky bottom and all my new arty mates. Im putting my new shiny, fruity performance-art notebook under my pillow for when I come up with more whizzo creative projects. I cant wait to see Dr.

Lightowlers face when she has to hand me my golden slippers of applause. She doesnt like me. I dont know why. It was after I did my owl-laying-an-egg mime in her class.

I think she took against me then. Maybe she thought I was pretending to be her because. She said I was silly and shouldnt be at Dother Hall. But Dr. Owly is in for a surprise when she gets to see how unsilly I can be. Im going to put my corker-measuring tape measure in my corker-holder drawer, next to my corker holders. I wonder if my corkers have grown since I last measured them? I did a sneaky measuring in the lavatory on the train, which is only about three hours ago, but growing could happen any time, couldnt it?

It could happen the minute after you took the corkermeasuring tape measure away. Anyway, I am not going to risk doing a measure. It would be just my luck for the lunatic twins to come barging in.

Last term, unfortunately I tried my method in front of the window. And Cain Hinchcliff was out there in the undergrowth, snogging some village girl, and hed seen me, seen me doing my method.

Hed seen me rubbing my corkers with my hiking socks on my hands. To make them grow. My corkers, not the socks.

The socks were huge. Best not to think about it. I shivered at the memory. Still, that was all in the past. Dibdobs shouted up, Teas ready! Split splat!!! I shook my hair and gave it a bit of a va-va-voom. When I opened my door, there they were. The twins. Blinking and sucking on their dodies.

As if they knew that I had nearly measured my corkers. Perhaps they have a corker-sensing gene. Perhaps all boys do. What a horrific thought. After tea local eggs and a local sausage , I said, Im just going to pop to The Blind Pig to see Ruby and then we might pop and visit the owlets. Ive entered the popping zone again. I like it. Its very me. As I went out the door Dibdobs said, Put this hat on in case of rain. Its my camping hat. I said, Ill be all ri But she was ramming the waterproof hat on my head, completely squashing my va-va-voomed hair.

Id have to not take it off now in case of hat hair. Dobbins said, Oooooh, look at you!! Youre gorgeous. Youve grown! And she hugged me again. And so did the boys.

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Its very hard to walk when youve got three people doing hugging. Was it going to happen every time I went out? Maybe the right thing to do was to hug them back and then they would let me go. But that made it worse. Dibdobs started hugging more tightly and I think she might have been crying. I got away at last by saying, Bye then!!! I was only going three feet across the green. What if we went on a school trip?

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The sign a pig in dark glasses with a white stick was creaking in the cold wind. I remembered last sitting here. On the wall next to the pub. With Alex. Dreamy Alex. Hed looked at me and smiled his smile. It was the best moment of my life so far. We were so close. I wanted to say so much. I wanted my eyes to speak the words I couldnt say. Which actually might have been a bit of a surprise to both of us if they had done.

So I had said to him, My knees are too far up. Why would you say that? And then he had wanted to look at my knees to see how far up they were, and the whole thing had gone wrong, leaving him thinking I was just a stupid little kid.

With out-of-control legs. Well, I will not be saying that sort of thing to him again. In fact Im going to make a normal list in my performance-art notebook. Topics that a normal person would talk about. Topics that are not knee-based.

Like theater. Yes, yes, I will tell him about the plays I have seen. Well, actually I havent seen any plays. Books, then. Yes, books. I could say, That Dickens writes a lot, doesnt he? Ruby came bursting out of the pub door. I saw you through the winder. Ullo ullo.

Its me!!! And Matilda!!! Matilda was barking and throwing herself at me, jumping up. Well, sort of.

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She was just thudding against my calves to be fair. Her bulldoggy face looks like she is doing a turned-down squashy smile all the time. Maybe she is. Ruby was laughing and her pigtails were jiggling about like ears underneath her hat. She was still yelling, Ullo ullo!!! It was so nice to see her little freckly face and gappy teeth.

She was skipping around me and shouting, Shes. Matilda, show Loobylullah how tha can die for England! Matilda stopped leaping and lay on her back with her stumpy bow legs in the air.

Ruby said, Do your Irish dancing over her. She likes that. Go on. Ill do the singing. Hiddly diddly diddly. As she was bobbing around she said, You should see the owlets!

Shall we go for a wander now? Youll not believe it. Theyve got right fat. Come on, come on. As she went skipping off, I said, Should you tell your dad where youre going? She shouted back, Hes not in. Hes forming a heavy metal band in Ormskirk. I caught up with her crossing the green. I said, Alex has formed a heavy metal band in Ormskirk? But She said, Not Alex, tha barm pot. Alex has gone off tcollege. Me dad. You should see him in his band stuff.

Hes got these right tight leather trousers. Its horrible, and sometimes he cant get them off. Or walk up stairs in them. As we went down by the side of the sheep field, I said, I didnt even know your dad could play a guitar. Believe mehe cantbut he can shout bloody loud and hes got his own Viking helmet.

Its a tribute band. I said, What to? And she said, No, its a tribute band to pies.

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Theyre called The Iron Pies. I hope I never have to see them. So no Alex around then. I sighed.

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No Mr. Darcy to look at and try out my new boy skills on. As we walked along I said, Rubes, do you think my knees have got less nobblier? Ruby stopped hopping and looked at them. Then she bent down and knocked my knee with her fist. Quite hard. I said, Owww. She said, Aye, I think they av a bit. Then she looked up at me. I tell thee what, that corker rubbing has worked a bit too. Tha looks like youve got two walnuts down your jumper.

You havent, have you? I tried not to smirk. Walnuts now but maybe coconuts soon. We were passing by the back of the Dobbinses house. It seemed so familiar to be back here, but so much had changed. I was a woman now with womanly bits. And womanly bits holders. In various colors. Ruby said, Ay up, what did tha mean in your letter? You know, you said you would tell me abaht Charlie when you saw me. Yes, you thought he thought you were a long. I said, Er, Ruby. No, I didnt think he thought I was a long lanky twit, actually.

Im not a long lanky tw At which point I caught my head a glancing blow on a low-lying branch. Ruby tried not to laugh. I rubbed my head as we walked on through the dark woods and crouched a bit.

Ruby said, Go on then. I wasnt her plaything. I was a sensitive human being. I said, I think youre too young. I dont think youd understand. She said, Well, I understood about Ben, when you said kissing him were like having a little bat trapped in your mouth. She was going on, toddling around in front of me.

Some boys are so useless at snogging. I dont know why they dont practice before they come bothering you. They could practice on. There was a whole world of snogging I knew nothing about and Ruby was only eleven. Actually, it was making me feel sad thinking about Charlie. Id really liked him. He made me laugh. And I thought he sort of liked me. We were at the barn by now. I wanted to make sure that Connie had gone off. I said to Rube, I dont want my head pecked off by an enormous angry barn owl.

Its not. I saw her eat a mouse, head first, bit by bit. Till only its tail was hanging out of her beak. So Ruby crept off and opened the barn door while I crouched behind a bush. I noticed Matilda sat down behind me. Clearly she didnt want her head pecked off either. Ruby came back skipping and said, Theyre on their own, come in!!! I went into the barn and when my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see them.

Little Ruby and Little Lullah. Our little owlets. Little owlets? They were HUGE! We spent an hour with the furry freaks. They can flutter about now, although they do crash into the walls. And they swooped down onto our hats. I think they love us and think we are their stupid friends who dont even know how to fly. Well, maybe I cant fly but I dont poo myself all the time. I said to Ruby, Look, they are pooing while they are eating. Ruby said, Ah know, sometimes you can see little mouse claws in the poo pellets.

It was getting cold and late, so Ruby put them back on their hay pile. I didnt want to handle them in case I was involved in a poo situation. But they were so sweet and they fluffed their feathers up to make themselves look bigger. And did head swiveling, to show off how far they could swivel. I feel proud of them. I said to Ruby as we left them, cheeping away in the dark, Little Lullah looks like me, dont you think? As she pulled her hat down she said, Dont make me have to go say owt to me dad about you saying an owlet looks like you.

It was spooky down the dark lane with the noises in the fields and the rain and moaning wind. There were strange rustlings in the trees and a far-off hooting. Ruby huddled into her jacket and threw a stick for Matilda. Matilda looked at the stick as it flew over her head. Then she just went on toddling along. She knows that its not a biscuit, so why would she bother to go and get it? Ruby said, The Hinchcliffs have had a reight big fight.

They smashed the Bottomlys outdoor lavatory when they fell into it. I tutted. What were they fighting about this time? Who was the stupidest? Ruby said, No, Ruben found out that Cain had been laiking around with his girlfriend.

I tutted again. Ruby went on. Cain made it worse by saying he was only doing Ruben a favor because she was a real mardy bum. And thick.

Ill gi it thee tomorrow. I tried not to leap in the air or do Irish dancing. I said, Oh, well. You know I had better. Ruby rolled her eyes at me.

Come on then, soft lass. We went across the green to The Blind Pig and Ruby ran up the back stairs to her room. I was hovering around by the door. With a bit of luck, I wouldnt have to bump into Ted. I couldnt help noticing he had a Viking helmet on. And a guitar in his hand. And was wearing a very tight pair of leather trousers. He was walking with small steps. His whole big face lit up when he saw me. Oh dear. Well, what a lovely surprisethe thespian is back at last. Thank the Lord.

Now then. Dont tell me, let me guess what you are pretending to be this time. I said politely, Hello, Mr. Barraclough, I He waved his helmet about. No, dunt tell me, dunt tell me. Are you a historic figure? Im thinking the woolly tights. Your rain hat, the slight roll as you walk. Are you Nelson? Im right, arent I? I said, Im not doing mime. Im just collecting. Ah, the good days are back again. I really have. Monday, I will once more hear the sound of you cantering to Dither Hall on your imaginary ponies.

Actually, Vaisey did have an imaginary pony. Black Beauty. Had he been spying on us? Ruby came back and handed a letter to me. She said, Dont go daft. I took the letter and said to her, Heeee-heee, why should I go daft, its only a letter from, you know, a mate to another mate, heeee, I dont know what you mean.

She just looked at me and shook her hair. Then she said to her dad, How did The Iron Pies rehearsal go? He said, Bloody marvelous. The Iron Pies are going to be the biggest thing this side of Grimbottom. We are quite literally a sound sensation. Ruby said, Oh yeah? How many songs have you got? Well, fust of all, weve done some belters for the mums and dads. All with the original pie theme. Ruby said, Like what? Then a bit of a classic for the rockers, Rock Around the Pie.

Lucy in the Pie with Diamonds. Well be cracking. Ill have groupies trying to get hold of my pies. I didnt know what to say, and I also didnt want to think about his pies anymore. I was dying to read my letter.

So I said I had to go because Dibdobs was waiting for me. I ran across the green and into Dandelion Cottage. Harold was back from his knitting workshop and I had to do more hugging duties with him. Then I started yawning to give him the idea of beddy-byes, but he said, Tallulah, before you go up the wooden stairs to Noddsville, let me just show you my new cloak. Its hand-knitted, and as you can see it has shell buttons. As he was swishing around modeling it for me, he said, You see, the shells show mans connection with the earth or, in this case, Skegness beach.

At last I was in my squirrel room. I have my squirrel lamp switched on by my bed, and outside the wind is howling across the moors. But I am snug inside with my letter. My letter from the Dream Boy. I paused before I opened it.

To drink in its atmosphere of boyness. Then I sniffed it. And licked it. Im turning into Matilda. I can imagine him writing it. With a quill pen probably. A candle guttering late at night in his room. He is wearing his usual late-night wearvelveteen breeches and flouncy shirt.

I dont know why his shirt is wet as he writes. Maybe he has been for a midnight swim. Or a latenight, fully clothed bath. To cool his ardor and passions, which are running riot. He looks out of his window over the moonlit dales, thinking of me as he last saw me in late summer. My long dark tresses framing my face. Looking up at him with my green eyes. And as he looks long and deep into my eyes, I feel an urge to raise my bottom eyelids and.

Hang on a minuteI have changed into an owlet!!! Get a grip, Tallulah!! I opened the envelope. Here goes:. Well done for making it to the new term personally, I think it was your spectacular Sugar Plum Bikey that did it. I dont think any of us who were there will forget your skirt catching in the back spokes, and you flying off into the backstage area. I am off to Liverpool tonight to start my course but hope to see you in a couple of weeks when I come home.

Good luck. Knock em dead, but try not to break a leg! Lots of love, Alex xxx Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Outside in the dark I can hear an owl hooting. It will be big Connie out there, collecting food for the owlets. She is holding her own mouse massacre. Ruby says the owlets will start hunting for themselves in a week or two.

Having to do their own hunting will be a shock for them. They probably think there is a big owl in the sky that just hands them stuff. I dont think you would poo in front of the big owl in the sky.

At the same time as eating. Pooing and eating doesnt seem right to me. Still, what does make sense in Nature? Anyway to heck with Nature. Im not interested in Nature. I am only interested in Alex. Alex in his velveteen breeches. And flouncy shirt.

Alex who said, Hello, Green Eyes. And, Hope to see you in a couple of weeks. And who said, Lots of love. And put three kisses. That Alex. I am keeping his letter under my pillow. Maybe I should write a letter back.

Night-night, Dream Boy. Night-night, world. The next day I woke up to the pitter-pattering of light hail on my window. The church bells chimed nine oclock but its still so dark it could be nighttime. I got out of my snuggly squirrel bed and had a look out of the window. This is the life, minus fifty degrees. There is a slight frost on the window.

On the inside. When I rubbed it away I could see that even the sheep are huddling together for warmth.

And they are practically walking jumpers. I dont know what to wear. Something cozy but glam. Thick tights and my new short green wool skirt, black top, and new leather over-the-knee boots? And a hat so that the hail cant take all the bouncy bounce out of my hair.

I dont want the Tree Sisters to think I have let myself go. When I was fully togged up, I went downstairs into the kitchen.

Even though it is Antarctic conditions, the Dobbinses have left a note to say that after church they are going out on their Earth Sky walk with the young Christian Table Tennis Team.

They were sorry I was missing it. Well, they are on their own there! I had a crumpet and some honey and milky coffee. The honey is local of course. Harold is obsessed with local produce. I bet he knows the bees by name. And has made them little winter cloaks like his. And is paying their tuition fees to Bee Academy. So they can better themselves and get out of the worker-bee trap. Oooooh, I am so excited my legs are wiggling around for no reason. They are uncontrollable. They might calm down when I shove them in my boots.

I feel soooo lucky to be here. It feels great to have proper friends and to be on the brink of being a showbiz legend. Or, well, being on the course.

I know its childish but I wanted to dance and sing with pleasure. I only wish I could do either. Anything goes in the crazy world of theater, dahling. I might be discovered and asked to be Maria in The Sound.

That would make Alex know I was proper girlfriend material, and not some little girl with nobbly knees. I can imagine myself in the Swiss Alps actually. In a big flouncy dress dancing with goats. The hills are alive with the sound of music.

I got bundled up in my coat and hat and left the house. I had to walk slightly bent because there was a mini gale blasting across the moors and fields. But at least it had stopped hailing. The sheep were still huddled together against the wind. Looking at me. I shouted to the sheep. I love you, my little woolly friends. They didnt like it. They didnt want to be my friends. They wanted to be my unfriends. They shuffled off as a group and tried to get in the hedge. And looked at me from there.

They are very cross-eyed. Maybe it is so they can see round corners? That would be handy if there were wolves creeping up behind you. Hang onyour eyes should go outward to do that, not inward so that you just see your own looming nose. How useful would that be? Anyway, I cant be bothered about the animal kingdom,. I am too busy being in a good mood. Im going to do runrun-leap to The Sound of Music to keep me warm. Run, run, leap.

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The hills are alive with the sound of. Oh great balls of fire.

Leaning against the gate of the churchyard, like a great dark crow, was him. The Dark Force of Heckmondwhite. The Black Hearted Prince himself. Cain Hinchcliff. He was dressed all in black, a long black coat and black boots.