Over the next few days this new mismatched family got to know one another, they laughed, for some this was the first time in ages, for others it was just nice to know they could be themselves in the company of like minded buffoons.
In this time they watched Sven and his team come and go, muttering about Narnia this, Narnia that and how people would go simply mad for what they had discovered. But whilst Sven and the gang thought the gigantosaurus’ where just chilling minding their own business, they were actually squirrelling away tools and scraps of card all in preparation for “pimping” out their new home.
It was late the night before the “grand unveiling” as Sven had called it and the gaggle set to work.
“NO, No, don’t cut it like that!” Snapped Crunch, “let me do it, look my teeth can cut that much better.”
“Fine, you do that then, I will help Charles with the electrics for retro box.” Agreed Fredrick.
“I’ve got the electrics sorted!” Exclaimed Charles.
“And I’ve finishes snapping the card.” Crunch said smugly.
” Now alls we need is Christine to pull it all together!” purred Colin.
Then before their eyes Christine had used her many legs to pull the contraption together. And it was ready! They had built an old school disco light, that used the retro record box to spin. The results where simply hypnotic.
By the time the patchwork, giantosaurus, entourage finally managed to make their way back up the rabbit hole network they had gotten to know one another quite well and secretly were quite enjoying the like minded, quirky company. This was probably because they knew that at the surface they could go their separate ways. At least that is what they thought.
As they emerged it quickly became apparent that they were no longer where they started. It was starting to look like Sven may have planned this all along. No longer where they confronted by the leafy green forest they had been transported to, but instead a large white box where the floor was constructed from Fabric and a strange retro box on the floor.
“Sven, O, Sven!” Christine called, at least so she thought, she wasn’t to know that Sven couldn’t understand a word she was saying.
“Christine, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I don’t think he is coming back. I think this is where we are all supposed to be.” exclaimed Fredrick.
“What makes you say that Fred?” questioned the group all at once.
“The doors over there, they say N-A-R-N-I-A, I think this is where we were coming all along.” whispered Fredrick.
The gaggle of creations just stood and stared for a moment, before turning to one another with smiles on their faces. They knew exactly what they wanted to do here…
If you are thinking you never got to see where Colin Cat, Christine Caterpillar and friends eventually ended up on their journeys some serious time ago then you would be right… I could bore you with the truth of how I lost faith in my talent and no longer wished to share it with the world.. but I would much rather feed you some elaborate story of how they all fell down some rabbit hole, lost in the abyss and one day reappeared in some twisted dream called Narnia.
So here we go…
Colin and co. all met as they tumbled down a network of rabbit holes and came to an all mighty thump at the bottom. Here they sat for some time wondering how they would get out? Where they would go next? and would they possibly all have to travel there together?!
So far no one had said boo to a flamingo, but of course that wasn’t going to last, as the new addition Charles the chameleon came clumsily amongst them.
“He..he…he..llooo”, he stuttered, “I…i…i’m so tewwibly lost, do you know where we are?”
” We obviously do not belong here either you pomme de terre, and if you don’t mind you are standing on my tail!” muttered Colin arrogantly.
” well for one reason or another we are all here.. I was on a ship not too long ago, being very well cared for by Sven, when he let me free here in to my home, then you all came tumbling down to join me. I mean look at you all! What use is a saber tooth without giant teeth!” exclaimed Christine.
Before Colin even had a chance to consider a retaliation, Christine was off again.
“Now that you have all come and ruined my home I suggest we all look to get out of here, working as a team, as the sooner we get out, the sooner we can confront Sven about this terrible living situation!”
They all grumbled in agreement and started to formulate a plan of action, no one was going to argue with a 12ft caterpillar after all!!
From a young age I have simply loved to burrow, I would burrow all day long given half the chance! It got to a point though where I was digging burrows that were so deep my mother, Berta, would send me off with a pocket full of carrots and turnips to keep my energy up and so I wouldn’t get too hungry. I used to grumble when she gave me the packed lunch and sent me on my way but today I realised just how grateful I was. Today was the day I made my debut into the world of adulthood you see, I left the family warren on a mission to find myself and see the world and all it has to offer for myself. As I was putting my pro- burrowing skills into action and cursing the extra-weight of my mothers food parcel I realised I had left my map on my desk, so I turned around and headed back only to find the tunnel had collapsed! So terribly that even I couldn’t burrow back out of it, so I now had no choice but to carry on forwards. I guess this is the true meaning of adventure! I can only imagine where I might end up…so you will have to forgive my lack of picture..I will have to get back to you on that one once I burrow my way back into the light. But for now I’m going back to eating those carrot sticks I am very grateful for! My mum even packed me a tasty bit of carrot cake for dessert, I do love that raisin and carrot combination!
Bojour! You enjoying my moustache? Bet you think I’m French and a chef don’t you… WELL DON’T BE SO ASSUMING.
Ahaahahaha your face was a picture! Just joking I am French really,well half french anyway, on my Mum’s side and my Dad is English hence my peculiar looks. I prefer to call myself quirky and edgy personally.Where do I see myself in 12 months time you say? Well as a model obviously! I hear the likes of Vogue love that foxy and edgy look and let’s be honest I am clearly both. In fact I don’t like to brag or anything but after 23 months of pestering one agency in particular day in and day out-quite literally might I just add. Except for Christmas and my Birthday of course. Anyway they tried to get me to stop calling but my persistence has finally paid off! They FINALLY answered the other day with some amazing news! They said they have a job coming up and they think my look is just perfect for it, they are even paying for my travel costs and a place to stay and they think I will work so well in this job they have only booked me one way tickets! I just can’t believe my luck! I’m a true professional now you know darling! But be sure to look out for me in the show they are sending me for. It’s called Narnia, yep, I can see it in your face now, you are well jealous!
Hello there old chap! How are you? Don’t worry I won’t bite. Wait! Unless…you are one of those pesky shrimps. But you don’t look like one of them so you’re okay, those annoying little things are always running around trying to clean my scales, I manage to keep them away from most but when i can’t reach the ones on my back my arms are too short. It’s not that I don’t want to be clean you see but they charge excessively high rates, except for Jacque of course, he does a very good job. But the other’s…well..they make me look all soft and cuddley and I have a reputation to uphold with a name like Crunch and all. I’m in charge of these here waters you see and the shrimp have to do what I say! But Jacque talks in his sleep sometimes. I hear him saying something about the uprising and the formation of a mutiny because I won’t let the other shrimp work for me. He speaks of how they want to carry me off to a place they call Narnia while I sleep one day. So I’m trying to keep an eye open at all times. This is my watering hole and I refuse to be parted from it. I’ve managed to stay awake for 5 days now…not sure how much longer I can last but I refuse to end up in this place they speak of.
O! O hello! Sorry I didn’t see you there! I know, I know I have big eyes but you see I had a run in with a bee once and now I can’t see so well…and then that, well that combined with my gigantosaurus size means I find it so very hard to negotiate my way around. Are you staring at me? O! yes I think you are, I suppose you’re wondering how I got so large aren’t you? Well as you might of guessed by the end of my species name -osaurus, I am in fact an ancient dinosaur. I was just out for a morning walk one day stretching out my segments, they fold up a bit like an accordion when I sleep you see and it all gets a little uncomfortable by morning. Anyway where was I? O yes, so I was out for a walk with my friend Terry, who was a Triceratops when suddenly it got very cold and then that’s all I remember. Till the other week when a man called Sven found me and thawed me out. He looked a bit confused when I started to move and from what little Norwegian I understand he was harping on about it being like a creature out of something called Jurassic Park. The next thing I knew I was being put into a large box and onto this peculiar silver gigantosaurus that didn’t talk but he could walk on water very quickly. I had a quick read and this box I’m in says Destination: Narnia. I hope it’s nice there.
Why Hello there! My name is Frederick and as you have probably already guessed I am not the most conventional of Flamingo’s. You may be used to seeing my cousins roaming around and having a little paddle at the zoo or along a nice coast line somewhere with their pretty pink feathers. They get their cute Barbie pink colour from eating brine shrimp and blue-green algae and my gosh you just can’t shut them up, they just love to chit chatter and that’s why you always see them sauntering around in their hundreds. But I had to get away you see, I grew up with 151 female relatives you see and it was just too hard to deal with all that gossiping and scheming. So I just upped and left, heading North and hoping for the best. I found my self a quaint, private little watering hole. it was quite lovely and there was even tiny bearded man who was very dedicated to fishing, he never left! But then these other white birds with funny long birds just appeared and where like
‘hey this is pond’ I politely explained that I didn’t know what a “pond” was or how they could own it. They were very brash and told me it was private property so I said goodbye to the bearded man and left him a few feather to keep him warm in the decreasing temperatures. I son stumbled across a new watering hole which was simply ideal! I was surrounded by lots of small yellow birds whom were very quiet yet impressively friendly. People would just come hook them out of the water and a strange man, the owner of the other ducks was very taken by my presence and people started giving him little round shiny metal objects to look at me. We traveled all over and the friends people would feed me all sorts, my favourite was the blue stuff called candy floss. That was when my beak and face started to turn blue and I developed these odd black spots. I was severely depressed for a few days and the people didn’t come, even the little yellow birds drifted away from me but soon more people started to come see me than before and were very keen to feed me. I feel so loved in this place they call The Travelling Fare and soon I am moving to a new home with new friends called Narnia I believe. #excited!