SpinkyLala
12-14-2011, 05:26 PM
The Pooch Potion
The Bad Witch Bernice was not having a very successful day. She was in the kitchen, trying
to make a very special potion and bake a cake at the same time. The kitchen was in a mess
and Bernice was getting herself in a muddle. Her black witch’s clothes were covered in
white flour, and she had chocolate smeared across her face.
Bernice was expecting some special guests. Firstly, she was expecting Uncle Tom. He had
rather foolishly agreed to let the Bad Witch Bernice test out a new potion on him. Secondly,
Rebecca, Uncle Tom’s niece, was coming to stay with two friends from her school. They
were very excited to be meeting Bernice for the first time, as Rebecca had told them all
about her. They had never met a real witch before.
Bernice put the cake in the oven and slammed the oven door shut. She gave the potion a
shake and then re-read the recipe. The potion had turned a deep red colour.
“That’s it,” she exclaimed! “That’s the colour. Yes!”
The beautiful aroma of chocolate started to fill the kitchen and Bernice began to fill with
confidence. She sniffed the air. “Delicious!” she exclaimed. “I think it is feet up time!”
Bernice went into the living room with a freshly-made cup of luke-warm gutter juice, and sat
back in her favourite uncomfortable armchair. She imagined Rebecca’s face lighting up
when her Uncle Tom would change before her eyes. Bernice smiled to herself.
No Rest for the Wicked
Just as Bernice started to relax, there was a knock at the door. The bad witch jumped to her
feet and brushed the flour from her dress. She hurried to the door and opened it wide.
Standing on the path were Rebecca and her school friends, with Uncle Tom behind them.
Rebecca rushed forward and gave the Bad Witch a huge hug.
“Come in, come in!” said Bernice waving her guests into the front room.
The whole cottage was filled with the smell of freshly-baked chocolate cake. “Mmmmmmm!
something smells delicious,” said Rebecca with a smile.
Bernice had a lovely warm feeling that this afternoon was going to be a lot of fun.
Uncle Tom, on the other hand, was very quiet. His mind was on the potion that he was
expected to drink. The Bad Witch Bernice wanted the potion to be a surprise for Rebecca
and her friends. She had told Tom that the potion would not last long and would be exciting
for the girls to see, but she hadn’t told him what effect it would have, and he was very
worried. He new that Bernice was called the Bad Witch because she was very bad at magic.
Bernice placed a big tray on a table. On the tray were a delicious looking chocolate cake, a
large pot of tea, and a bottle of dark red liquid!
One Slice or Two
The three girls and Bernice all sat on one side of a table, whilst a very worried Uncle Tom sat
on the other side. Bernice cut into the chocolate cake with a big knife and put equal-sized
slices on four plates. She put the plates in front of Rebecca and her friends, and kept the last
plate for herself.
“Where is my slice?” enquired Uncle Tom.
“Oh you can’t have a slice, It might affect the potion!” replied Bernice. She picked up the
bottle and passed it to him. Uncle Tom took it reluctantly.
The three girls started to giggle. They were very excited at the prospect of seeing some real
magic. They all started to eat the fabulous cake.
Bernice took a big bite of her slice. It really was delicious. “Come on Tom!” she said. “If you
don’t hurry and drink the potion there won’t be any cake left for you.”
The girls and Bernice began to egg him on. Tom pulled the cork from the bottle and smelled
the liquid. He pulled a disgusted face.
Uncle Tom lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a swig. The girls and Bernice were now
watching him intently as they all nibbled at the delicious cake.
Tom wiped his mouth. He raised the bottle again and finished drinking it down. Everyone
cheered.
Bernice Fears Failure
The three girls remained very excited but Bernice started to question Uncle Tom
“I don’t feel any different.” He said. “But that really did taste nice!”
Bernice started to worry. She didn’t want to let Rebecca down in front of her friends, but
her potions had a habit of not working.
Then Tom started to rub his eyes. The girls had all finished their cake and were now looking
like they could burst with excitement. Then Uncle Tom said “Hold on! Something is starting
to happen.”
Bernice clapped her hands. “What? What? Tell Me!” She shrieked!
“Well!” Uncle Tom said, “It looks as though you are all getting hairy!”
Bernice’s face dropped. She turned and looked at the girls and then at the empty cake
plates. Then she looked at Uncle Tom and said “Oops!”
Uncle Tom rubbed his eyes again but when he opened them, all he could see were four
dogs!
To be precise, there were three puppies and a rather old looking mongrel.
“Bernice! What have you done?” cried Uncle Tom in a very stern voice to the older dog.
“You bad dog. Just wait till you’re a Witch again!”
The old dog jumped from the table with its tail between its legs and climbed on to Bernice’s
favourite chair. Tom turned to check on the three puppies but they had already jumped
from the table and were running about the living room.
“Girls, behave!” He said, but too late, as one of the puppies knocked over a reading table.
He didn’t know which puppy was which girl, and they seemed to be very excited. Then Uncle
Tom noticed a big puddle on the floor. Yes! They were very excited. The puppies carried on
running around. Then the old dog started to bark.
Tom went to the kitchen to get a mop but as soon as his back was turned he heard a crash.
One of the puppies had jumped on the table and had knocked the plates off. The puppy was
trying to get to the rest of the cake.
“ENOUGH!” screamed Uncle Tom. “BAD DOG!”
The old dog continued to bark and then started to howl.
Uncle Tom had to think fast!
It’s a Dog’s Life
“STOP!” Uncle Tom Shouted at the top of his voice. The puppies and the old dog looked at
Tom with their tales wagging.
“If you are good doggies” He said, “I will take you for a walk.”
All the dogs started to yap and jump about.
Uncle Tom continued. “ You have to behave! That means staying quiet whilst I clean up this
mess.”
The dog and the puppies seemed to understand him. They watched Uncle Tom in silence as
he mopped up the ‘accident’ and straightened up the room. He then opened a cupboard
drawer and pulled out some strong twine.
Tom called to the older dog and patted its head. Then he tied a piece of twine around its
neck to make a collar and lead. He called the puppies over one by one and did the same.
Uncle Tom then went back into the kitchen and filled his pockets with Bernice’s lovely
shortbread biscuits. He returned to the surprisingly well-behaved pack of dogs.
“Come on then, you lot. Walkies!”
Park Life
Tom had never owned a dog before and now he had four. He wasn’t sure what he should
do. After all, they weren’t actually dogs at all but three little girls in his care and a rather
clumsy witch. The puppies ran round and around in circles, and kept getting their leads
twisted. He walked the pack to an open space next to the forest.
Uncle Tom thought for a moment. He looked at the big old scruffy dog which he knew to be
Bernice and said, “I am going to let you off the lead. If I call out ‘biscuit’ you are to return
immediately.”
The three puppies watched as Bernice ran off and they became very excited. They thought
they were going to be let off the lead as well and jumped about, yapping all the while. “No,
no no,” Said Tom. You are too young to go off like that!”
He walked the puppies for a long time, but they would-not calm down. Eventually he sat on
a bench and had a rest. He gave the three puppies a biscuit each. They all looked at him with
their little puppy dog eyes. “Ok!” he said. “I will let you off, but you must be good.”
The puppies yapped excitedly as Uncle Tom untied them.
The three little puppies were having the best time, as they chased each others’ tails. Uncle
Tom sat back on the bench and started to relax. As he watched the three pups at play he
started to think about what sort of dog he would like to be. A smile spread across his face.
Then he heard a splash!
Wet Dogs
Uncle Tom remembered that there was a pond close by. He looked down but could only see
two puppies. In a panic he ran towards the pond.
Swimming around, as happy as could be, was the third puppy.
Then he heard a second splash, and then a third. All three puppies were now swimming
about in the water. Tom was upset with himself that he had let it happen but could see that
the three friends were having a wonderful time. They seemed to be having so much fun,
climbing out and jumping back in. Soon they tired. Tom gave them all another biscuit each.
The three puppies were so worn out that Uncle Tom had to scoop them up in his arms and
carry them. They were soaking wet.
Tom suddenly remembered Bernice. He called out her name at the top of his voice but
there was no sign of her. Just for a moment Tom started to worry. Then he remembered
what he had said to her and called out loudly, “Biscuit!
Out of the woods came the old dog, covered in mud. After a quick biscuit break Tom led
them all home.
As soon as he got in the cottage, Tom lit a fire and towelled the three pups down. They
curled up together in front of the roaring fire and fell asleep. Uncle Tom drew Bernice a
warm bath, and scrubbed her clean. She did not like it one bit, and there was soap and
water everywhere. When Tom had finally finished, the Bad Dog Bernice jumped onto her
favourite chair and went to sleep.
Uncle Tom sat in the corner. He too, was tired and decided that he should catch some sleep
as well, just in case when he woke up, they might still be dogs. He shut his eyes and drifted
off to sleep.
All Change
Uncle Tom awoke with a start. The fire was starting to die down, so he must have slept for
some time. Lying in front of the fire were the three school friends, not a puppy in sight.
Bernice was curled up on her favourite chair looking every inch the Bad Witch, and was
snoring like a bear. Uncle Tom carried the three girls up the stairs and tucked them all into
bed. He went back down, and put a blanket over Bernice. He made himself a warm drink
and put a cover on the left-over chocolate cake. He thought he should throw it away, but he
also liked the idea of having one tiny piece. “It would be fun to be a dog for a little while” He
thought. With that he went to bed.
Tom was woken by the sound of giggling children and the smell of a freshly cooked
breakfast.
He wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. The three girls were laughing and smiling and
looked as though they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Bernice looked at Tom,
knowing that she was going to get a bad ticking off, but the three girls didn’t give him a
chance. Straight away they started telling him how wonderful the day had been and how
brilliant a witch Bernice was. Eventually Uncle Tom agreed that it had been fun. Then he
admitted that he would like to try a little piece of the cake himself.
“Oh! “ Bernice said, “I could certainly bake another.”
“What do you mean, bake another?” asked Uncle Tom. “I saved half the cake last night.”
Uncle Tom lifted the cover but the cake was gone.
“BERNICE!” growled Uncle Tom, but it was too late.
Four excited dogs sat wagging their tales, expectantly waiting for walkies!
The End
Hope you enjoyed! What did you think of it? Maybe read this to your children and see what they think?! My daughter says its brilliant and I believe her :P. I also have a website abedtimestoryforchildren.com to which I write my blog and post storys for a charitable cause. Peace :)
The Bad Witch Bernice was not having a very successful day. She was in the kitchen, trying
to make a very special potion and bake a cake at the same time. The kitchen was in a mess
and Bernice was getting herself in a muddle. Her black witch’s clothes were covered in
white flour, and she had chocolate smeared across her face.
Bernice was expecting some special guests. Firstly, she was expecting Uncle Tom. He had
rather foolishly agreed to let the Bad Witch Bernice test out a new potion on him. Secondly,
Rebecca, Uncle Tom’s niece, was coming to stay with two friends from her school. They
were very excited to be meeting Bernice for the first time, as Rebecca had told them all
about her. They had never met a real witch before.
Bernice put the cake in the oven and slammed the oven door shut. She gave the potion a
shake and then re-read the recipe. The potion had turned a deep red colour.
“That’s it,” she exclaimed! “That’s the colour. Yes!”
The beautiful aroma of chocolate started to fill the kitchen and Bernice began to fill with
confidence. She sniffed the air. “Delicious!” she exclaimed. “I think it is feet up time!”
Bernice went into the living room with a freshly-made cup of luke-warm gutter juice, and sat
back in her favourite uncomfortable armchair. She imagined Rebecca’s face lighting up
when her Uncle Tom would change before her eyes. Bernice smiled to herself.
No Rest for the Wicked
Just as Bernice started to relax, there was a knock at the door. The bad witch jumped to her
feet and brushed the flour from her dress. She hurried to the door and opened it wide.
Standing on the path were Rebecca and her school friends, with Uncle Tom behind them.
Rebecca rushed forward and gave the Bad Witch a huge hug.
“Come in, come in!” said Bernice waving her guests into the front room.
The whole cottage was filled with the smell of freshly-baked chocolate cake. “Mmmmmmm!
something smells delicious,” said Rebecca with a smile.
Bernice had a lovely warm feeling that this afternoon was going to be a lot of fun.
Uncle Tom, on the other hand, was very quiet. His mind was on the potion that he was
expected to drink. The Bad Witch Bernice wanted the potion to be a surprise for Rebecca
and her friends. She had told Tom that the potion would not last long and would be exciting
for the girls to see, but she hadn’t told him what effect it would have, and he was very
worried. He new that Bernice was called the Bad Witch because she was very bad at magic.
Bernice placed a big tray on a table. On the tray were a delicious looking chocolate cake, a
large pot of tea, and a bottle of dark red liquid!
One Slice or Two
The three girls and Bernice all sat on one side of a table, whilst a very worried Uncle Tom sat
on the other side. Bernice cut into the chocolate cake with a big knife and put equal-sized
slices on four plates. She put the plates in front of Rebecca and her friends, and kept the last
plate for herself.
“Where is my slice?” enquired Uncle Tom.
“Oh you can’t have a slice, It might affect the potion!” replied Bernice. She picked up the
bottle and passed it to him. Uncle Tom took it reluctantly.
The three girls started to giggle. They were very excited at the prospect of seeing some real
magic. They all started to eat the fabulous cake.
Bernice took a big bite of her slice. It really was delicious. “Come on Tom!” she said. “If you
don’t hurry and drink the potion there won’t be any cake left for you.”
The girls and Bernice began to egg him on. Tom pulled the cork from the bottle and smelled
the liquid. He pulled a disgusted face.
Uncle Tom lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a swig. The girls and Bernice were now
watching him intently as they all nibbled at the delicious cake.
Tom wiped his mouth. He raised the bottle again and finished drinking it down. Everyone
cheered.
Bernice Fears Failure
The three girls remained very excited but Bernice started to question Uncle Tom
“I don’t feel any different.” He said. “But that really did taste nice!”
Bernice started to worry. She didn’t want to let Rebecca down in front of her friends, but
her potions had a habit of not working.
Then Tom started to rub his eyes. The girls had all finished their cake and were now looking
like they could burst with excitement. Then Uncle Tom said “Hold on! Something is starting
to happen.”
Bernice clapped her hands. “What? What? Tell Me!” She shrieked!
“Well!” Uncle Tom said, “It looks as though you are all getting hairy!”
Bernice’s face dropped. She turned and looked at the girls and then at the empty cake
plates. Then she looked at Uncle Tom and said “Oops!”
Uncle Tom rubbed his eyes again but when he opened them, all he could see were four
dogs!
To be precise, there were three puppies and a rather old looking mongrel.
“Bernice! What have you done?” cried Uncle Tom in a very stern voice to the older dog.
“You bad dog. Just wait till you’re a Witch again!”
The old dog jumped from the table with its tail between its legs and climbed on to Bernice’s
favourite chair. Tom turned to check on the three puppies but they had already jumped
from the table and were running about the living room.
“Girls, behave!” He said, but too late, as one of the puppies knocked over a reading table.
He didn’t know which puppy was which girl, and they seemed to be very excited. Then Uncle
Tom noticed a big puddle on the floor. Yes! They were very excited. The puppies carried on
running around. Then the old dog started to bark.
Tom went to the kitchen to get a mop but as soon as his back was turned he heard a crash.
One of the puppies had jumped on the table and had knocked the plates off. The puppy was
trying to get to the rest of the cake.
“ENOUGH!” screamed Uncle Tom. “BAD DOG!”
The old dog continued to bark and then started to howl.
Uncle Tom had to think fast!
It’s a Dog’s Life
“STOP!” Uncle Tom Shouted at the top of his voice. The puppies and the old dog looked at
Tom with their tales wagging.
“If you are good doggies” He said, “I will take you for a walk.”
All the dogs started to yap and jump about.
Uncle Tom continued. “ You have to behave! That means staying quiet whilst I clean up this
mess.”
The dog and the puppies seemed to understand him. They watched Uncle Tom in silence as
he mopped up the ‘accident’ and straightened up the room. He then opened a cupboard
drawer and pulled out some strong twine.
Tom called to the older dog and patted its head. Then he tied a piece of twine around its
neck to make a collar and lead. He called the puppies over one by one and did the same.
Uncle Tom then went back into the kitchen and filled his pockets with Bernice’s lovely
shortbread biscuits. He returned to the surprisingly well-behaved pack of dogs.
“Come on then, you lot. Walkies!”
Park Life
Tom had never owned a dog before and now he had four. He wasn’t sure what he should
do. After all, they weren’t actually dogs at all but three little girls in his care and a rather
clumsy witch. The puppies ran round and around in circles, and kept getting their leads
twisted. He walked the pack to an open space next to the forest.
Uncle Tom thought for a moment. He looked at the big old scruffy dog which he knew to be
Bernice and said, “I am going to let you off the lead. If I call out ‘biscuit’ you are to return
immediately.”
The three puppies watched as Bernice ran off and they became very excited. They thought
they were going to be let off the lead as well and jumped about, yapping all the while. “No,
no no,” Said Tom. You are too young to go off like that!”
He walked the puppies for a long time, but they would-not calm down. Eventually he sat on
a bench and had a rest. He gave the three puppies a biscuit each. They all looked at him with
their little puppy dog eyes. “Ok!” he said. “I will let you off, but you must be good.”
The puppies yapped excitedly as Uncle Tom untied them.
The three little puppies were having the best time, as they chased each others’ tails. Uncle
Tom sat back on the bench and started to relax. As he watched the three pups at play he
started to think about what sort of dog he would like to be. A smile spread across his face.
Then he heard a splash!
Wet Dogs
Uncle Tom remembered that there was a pond close by. He looked down but could only see
two puppies. In a panic he ran towards the pond.
Swimming around, as happy as could be, was the third puppy.
Then he heard a second splash, and then a third. All three puppies were now swimming
about in the water. Tom was upset with himself that he had let it happen but could see that
the three friends were having a wonderful time. They seemed to be having so much fun,
climbing out and jumping back in. Soon they tired. Tom gave them all another biscuit each.
The three puppies were so worn out that Uncle Tom had to scoop them up in his arms and
carry them. They were soaking wet.
Tom suddenly remembered Bernice. He called out her name at the top of his voice but
there was no sign of her. Just for a moment Tom started to worry. Then he remembered
what he had said to her and called out loudly, “Biscuit!
Out of the woods came the old dog, covered in mud. After a quick biscuit break Tom led
them all home.
As soon as he got in the cottage, Tom lit a fire and towelled the three pups down. They
curled up together in front of the roaring fire and fell asleep. Uncle Tom drew Bernice a
warm bath, and scrubbed her clean. She did not like it one bit, and there was soap and
water everywhere. When Tom had finally finished, the Bad Dog Bernice jumped onto her
favourite chair and went to sleep.
Uncle Tom sat in the corner. He too, was tired and decided that he should catch some sleep
as well, just in case when he woke up, they might still be dogs. He shut his eyes and drifted
off to sleep.
All Change
Uncle Tom awoke with a start. The fire was starting to die down, so he must have slept for
some time. Lying in front of the fire were the three school friends, not a puppy in sight.
Bernice was curled up on her favourite chair looking every inch the Bad Witch, and was
snoring like a bear. Uncle Tom carried the three girls up the stairs and tucked them all into
bed. He went back down, and put a blanket over Bernice. He made himself a warm drink
and put a cover on the left-over chocolate cake. He thought he should throw it away, but he
also liked the idea of having one tiny piece. “It would be fun to be a dog for a little while” He
thought. With that he went to bed.
Tom was woken by the sound of giggling children and the smell of a freshly cooked
breakfast.
He wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. The three girls were laughing and smiling and
looked as though they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Bernice looked at Tom,
knowing that she was going to get a bad ticking off, but the three girls didn’t give him a
chance. Straight away they started telling him how wonderful the day had been and how
brilliant a witch Bernice was. Eventually Uncle Tom agreed that it had been fun. Then he
admitted that he would like to try a little piece of the cake himself.
“Oh! “ Bernice said, “I could certainly bake another.”
“What do you mean, bake another?” asked Uncle Tom. “I saved half the cake last night.”
Uncle Tom lifted the cover but the cake was gone.
“BERNICE!” growled Uncle Tom, but it was too late.
Four excited dogs sat wagging their tales, expectantly waiting for walkies!
The End
Hope you enjoyed! What did you think of it? Maybe read this to your children and see what they think?! My daughter says its brilliant and I believe her :P. I also have a website abedtimestoryforchildren.com to which I write my blog and post storys for a charitable cause. Peace :)