Tom’s bedtime story.
Alternative fact, Tom story. Pure fluff and nonsense.
(If you want to read just the Tom story and not the children’s book he writes, please feel free to miss out the bits in italics)
Tom stared at the computer and hoped the words would come, when he’d started writing this children’s story
he’d been full of ideas but now they seemed to been blown out of his head like
the seeds on a dandelion and where they had ended up, who knew?
Esmeralda Hamster had been a story he’d already made up and told to his young niece when she had been bullied in the playground, so when they had suggested to him he write his own Cbeebies story to read at the bedtime slot, he’d jumped at the chance.
Now two days before going to see the lady who was meant to be illustrating it for him, he’d yet to find the end, or more to the point he knew the bloody end but not how to word it.
British press would love that he thought “Tom Hiddleston lost for words!”
Right make coffee, get packet of HobNobs and dig in. Bentley purred round his legs as he watched the kettle boil.
“Sorry old friend I’m late feeding you” Tom picked up the tabby held him against his famous black Cardigan and rubbed between the cats ears.
“Ok feller let’s get you fed and me back to work”
Tom took his coffee and biscuits into his office, settled down at his messy desk and reread what he had already come up with.
Esmeralda Hamster was small of that there was no doubt, and being so tiny had its problem. She could be easily overlooked by others and equally as easily be pushed around by those who were bigger.
Draco was bigger. A large dog who ruled the household that Esmeralda lived in.
Esmeralda Hamster lived in a house with many pets and good owners but good owners don’t always see what going on between pets and Draco was a bully. He demanded that all pets give him the best of everything. He even demanded that Oscar the squirrel who lived in the three in the back garden, should steal food from other gardens and houses for him. And as we all know stealing is wrong.
Draco loved to punish those who didn’t do as he commanded them. The one-time Esmeralda Hamster had disobeyed him, he’d surrounded her cage with pillows and trapped her in, so barely any air could get to her. It was only the bravery of Duncan the house rabbit, who had saved her by pushing one of the cushions just back far enough to let more air in.
Enough was enough and although Esmeralda was small she had decided to act.
And that’s where Tom was stuck, he knew where he wanted it to go but the words would not come.
Munching on a HobNob and staring at the blank screen he decided to phone his niece and have a chat.
“Hi Tiger, how are you?” He asked when his sister had handed his favourite girl the phone.
“Mummy says you are writing the story you told me and it’s going to be read on Cbeebies, is that true….my story!?”
“Yup, but Uncle Yay Monster is a little bit stuck, so could you retell the story to me from where Esmeralda has decided to stop Draco, please”
Tiger was only too happy to retell her big loopy uncle, his story and half hour later and after some plot embellishments that he didn’t remember Tom was back on track.
“Thank you, Tiger I owe you an ice cream” he said his good byes and got back to it.
The next Time Draco went out for his afternoon walk Esmeralda called a meeting of all the family pets including Oscar the squirrel.
“It’s time we did something about Draco, it’s time we stopped his bullying so we can all live in peace” she announced as loudly as she could.
“But how do we stop a bully when we are all so small?” asked Florence the gerbil, her sister Molly nodding in agreement
“We show him to our owners for what he is, we tell on him”
“And how do we do that?” shouted Duncan
“I have a plan!” And with that she explained her brave idea.
The animals listened, nodded lots and decided
to carry out the plan that very night when the owners were all watching telly
in the same room.
Draco came back from his walk and took his afternoon nap on Lily the cats bed. When he awoke in the early evening, he started making demands as he always did.
But this time the animals in one chorus said No! Everything he demanded got the same reply No!
“You will all pay for this when the owners go to bed he growled at them.
You have to catch us first said Esmeralda and with that all the pets shot off in different directions, around the room.
Draco was angry,
Draco was not pleased, Draco would show these animal who was boss, and he started to chase them.
Draco raced after Duncan the house rabbit who hid under the desk, then dashed out again as Draco set his sights on the gerbils.
Molly and Florence looked terrified and only just managed to avoid Draco jaws by scurrying under the sofa.
All the animals headed for Lilly the cat who stood by the door, and when all the animal where in front of Draco running for their lives, she jumped up and grabbed the handle pulling it down and the door swung open.
The pets all dashed through to the telly room and huddled in a corner looking scared as a growling Draco loomed over them.
“Draco what are you doing!?” Came the owners voice, the dog looked around to find the whole family that had been watching telly, were now glaring at him.
Draco had been caught red pawed and he now had to pay the price. He would never again be allowed free range of the house, so that he couldn’t bully the other pets.
Draco had to live in the kitchen, sleeping on the mat, or be out in the garden away from the others.
From that day, there was no more bullying and all the pets lived happily ever after. Esmeralda being the happiest of them all, knowing that being small you could still make a difference.
Yes it was done! after a celebratory HobNob, he phoned Luke and told him the good news.
Two days later Tom was at the door of the illustrator house, manuscript in hand.
In his head he had painted her as a short cuddly, lady with curly hair and brown eyes in her middle-age.
When the door opened he found a lady that did indeed have big brown eyes but she was tall with long dark haired and in her late twenties. She was very colourfully dressed, very pretty, and had a fantastic smile.
“Hi Tom, I’m Maxine, Max to you, come on in.
They walked into a book
lover’s dream, as every wall of the house was covered in shelves laden with
books on every subject you could wish for. If Tom hadn’t been there on a
mission he’d have been in those shelves in seconds.
Max saw him eye up her treasures and laugh,
“My excuse when I by yet another book, is I need as much inspiration as I can get. Now I will make us a coffee then you can read me the story. Please give all the characters the voices you see them with as it helps me with drawing them.
Coffee and HobNobs served, Tom was beginning to really like Max,
Tom settled down on a floofy colourful sofa, and began reading in his Cbeebies story voice, with different ones for all the characters.
Max grinned at him, as Tom then explained as best he could, how he saw each animal. She did quick sketches of each, changing bits that Tom didn’t like or adding bits that Tom wanted.
Three hours later, most of those spent huddled
side by side on the old sofa, she had the rough idea of what he wanted. And Tom
had a very good idea what he’d like but he left it there and went back to his
house for one and a cat.
Several weeks later Max phoned to ask him back to see the finished pictures. Amazingly Tom found he was suddenly free (after cancelling Luke) that very afternoon and could be there anytime Max wanted, He arrived at her door with a cake from his favourite bakery and prayed she’d like it.
Max took him into her
warm inviting home and made them both coffee, this time she took him into the
room she used for drawing which extended onto a conservatory.
The room had a large table in it and more shelves, more books and loads of paper, pens, and artist gear, which to Tom had no rhyme or reason to their placement but made perfect Sense to Max.
On the table was an artist Pad, Max opened it and nervously showed the bright watercolour pictures off one by one, each time looking at Tom for a reaction.
Tom just stared, Max had captured each little creature as he’d seen them in his head, and then set them in scenes on the page, just as he had imagined them to be.
Tom would be the first to tell you his artistic abilities were zero, so he was always enamoured of others who could, and Max most definitely could.
“They are just as I saw them, they are beautiful, you really brought them to life thank you” without thinking he gave her the Hiddles hug, an all-encompassing, rib cracking, hold that left you in no doubt that you’d been Hiddled.
He let her go and seeing she looked a little flustered, did the next thing the Hiddles is known for.
“Oh, um, sorry, got a bit carried away, just really pleased with what you’ve done it’s awesome!”
He now have the cute smacked puppy look and Max just laughed.
“Maybe just a warning before the next one” she said and before putting his brain in gear Tom blurted out,
“Oh do I get another one then”
“Buy me lunch and you just might” came the reply.
Eight months later Tiger sat in front of the family TV with Toms sister and mum. Together they watch Uncle Yay Monster, kill off female kind by telling a bedtime story in his old cuddly Cardigan. The one that Tiger loved to snuggle into, that had the warm male, safe, smell of Tom and he wore the glasses that made him look more daddyish and approachable.
He told her story really well, even if he had left out some of the extra bits she’d added but she could question him on that tomorrow when he came round with Max for a family lunch.
(picture not mine I just played)
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