Adventures of a Wishall - Softcover

Orlando, Mardi

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1462882420 ISBN 13: 9781462882427

Publisher: Xlibris, 2011

Synopsis

A lonely young boy called Billy makes a final wish to the moon to bring him a friend. When a tiny flying creature shows up Billy calls him Plip and promises to love him forever. Over the years they play and learn together until Billy finally grows up and leaves Plip to fend for himself. Although befriended by Dree the dragonfly, Plip wishes he could meet another creature like himself. The journey takes them far from home but this is when Plip discovers that a wish can change everything. This is the story of a Wishall. Join Plip the Wishall, Dree the Dragonfly and Lily the fairy as they search the world for the answers to their questions.

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From the Author:

FORQUEST FIELDS
Golden light from the morning sun poured like warm liquid across the fields. Creatures began to stir; scuttle and buzz, breathing in the new day. One particular creature, living up high above the ground, was most unusual creature for he was a wishall. This tiny being slept upon the fluffy yellow pollen buds of the tallest sunflower and was named Plip.
On this morning Plip woke to the bright glossy sun filtering in through the opening petals of his sunflower. He stretched his arms wide in the soft pollen of the flower's cushiony centre and yawned.
As they did every morning, the friendly forest bees that Plip affectionately called 'buzzies', circled around the sunset coloured petals of his home.
"Wake up!" cried the buzzies, "wake up!"
As the large fleshy petals stretched open, Plip waved at his friends and then yawned such a big yawn that he accidentally inhaled some of the pollen. His nose began to twitch and his mouth silently opened wider and wider until he let out a huge sneeze. The bees buzzed and giggled as they watched Plip desperately trying to hang on to the wobbling pollen platform of his home. They zipped in closer to tickle him with their gossamer wings. Plip began to laugh so hard he cried out for the buzzies to stop.
"Ooohhh, ahhh," he howled as they whirled up more pollen and made him sneeze again.
All the other creatures of the field stopped to watch in amusement. On the ground, worms wriggled with giggles and ants sniggered; shiny black beetles chortled and crickets jumped in gaiety. In the air, insects quivered with laughter and flew in closer for a better view. Even Plip's best friend, Dree the Dragonfly, glided in big swoops around him, smiling. Dree enjoyed the joke but, as usual, was careful to check that Plip wasn't in any trouble.
 "Good morning field friends!" Plip cried as he slowly regained his balance on the wobbling sunflower. The surrounding creatures returned a chorus of 'good morning Plip' and he managed a little wave. He then jumped up, stretched out his arms and cried, "And what a beautiful morning it is!" A symphony of sounds rose up toward him as all the creatures agreed on the lovely day and glorious sunshine.
Suddenly the chatter was broken by a high pitched buzz from one of the bees.
"Tell uzz a story Plip, tell uzz a story!"
Plip blinked widely, now fully awake, and sat cross-legged, on his flower centre thinking about this.
"What story shall I tell?" he asked. Everyone had an opinion.
"Tell us about Big World," one of the crickets chirped.
"Tell us about how you were born," was the call from an outspoken ant.
"Tell us about when you first came to the fields," squeaked an excited mosquito.
"They would be very long stories," proclaimed Plip, "and I know the bees need their pollen and the Queen ant wants all the soldier ants to keep busy."
"Awww, please Plip!" they all cried.
Plip giggled, "O.K. O.K., where shall I start?"
Quiet discussions rumbled through the grasses and long dry wheat stalks, as the creatures tried to decide. Finally an agreement was made.
"Start from the beginning!" They all shouted.
"Well you'd better all get comfortable," Plip declared, "and when you are ready I shall start from when I was born."
Black beetles fanned their cellophane wings under their glossy backs in preparation. Bees readied themselves by perching on nearby sunflowers where they could toy with the pollen buds and ants piled themselves high upon a sandy mound for good viewing, carefully hidden from the Queen Ant by a large low-hanging leaf. Several crickets jumped around in excitement - they could never keep still anyway. Dree the Dragonfly swooped happily in the sky keeping an eye on everything; the honeyed light of morning catching in his opal, gauzy wings.
"This is the story of my becoming," he started. A hush fell as Plip began. Plip cleared his throat and raised his most endearing story-telling voice so that it would carry out across the field. "Many, many suns before this moment, in fact, before many of you were born, a young boy called Billy made one last wish.
"Billy lived in a very large house with no brothers or sisters and was so lonely that every night after his mother had tucked him into bed he wished and wished for a friend. In his imagination he saw a tiny creature that looked just like me who could fly around his room and keep him company whenever he needed someone to talk to. Well, on this night, Billy declared that this was the last time he would make this wish and he promised to the stars and moon that he would love this friend forever if only he were granted this one dream.
"Billy looked at the white light of the moon, with its smiling face, and watched the stars twinkle at him as if they agreed. He shut his eyes tightly and imagined the small friend he had always wanted.
"When Billy opened his eyes again he thought he must have woken in a dream
because, through pure longing, he had created me. I had somehow popped into existence, and there I stood, standing on his white pillowcase. I remember the soft down of his pillow under my feet and I certainly remember the suprised look on Billy's face. He seemed so huge to me. He blinked at me a couple of times without moving. He told me later that he was too scared to move in case he woke up and found that I wasn't real.
"I said, 'Hello', and that's when Billy's amazed expression lit up into a huge grin. He sat up in bed and then gazed in really closely at me. He raised his forefinger and very carefully touched my head.
'You are real!' He cried. I smiled my biggest, best smile and Billy just started laughing. His mirth made me giggle and we just laughed and laughed. He started bouncing on the bed and, well you can imagine it felt like an earthquake to someone my size. That's when I just lifted off the pillow and flew around the room-that made him laugh even more.
'You're my wishall!' Billy yelled, 'You're what I've been hoping for all this time'. He looked out the window at the night sky and whispered, 'Thank you stars, thank you moon! I'm so happy. I know we will be friends forever.'
"And we were for a very long time.
"That evening, in the moonlight, we talked about all the things Billy liked to do and how we were going to have so much fun together. It was incredibly exciting. The gleaming white light of the moon's face seemed to beam with the wonder that had befallen us and the shimmering stars glinted, reflecting our joy. With the anticipation of the next day approaching, we did not get much sleep.
"Night slowly turned toward morning and I saw, for the first time, the beauty of sunrise. Together we silently watched dawn. The inky black sky was sucked upward as a burning orange orb of sun rose from the horizon and flooded the world with a golden-pink glow.
"I remember asking Billy if we could go over there and touch the sun! Billy laughed at me. He said he had so much to teach me and started to explain that the sun was a long, long way away and that we would never be able to touch it. I loved learning all the things Billy taught me.
"Our first day together was the most wonderful day of my life. We were both up very early and Billy set out finding all sorts of things to make me feel at home. He found his mother's old wedding-ring box for me to sleep in. It had a soft, satin cushion and he cut a small square of cotton wool gauze, which made a cosy quilt. He set it inside the drawer of his bedside table where a sort of house was fashioned for me. Billy also took one of the most beautiful opalescent cup shaped shells from his collection, and this became my bath. One of his soft hand towels became the carpet, and some cotton wool covered with soft material made a luxurious sofa. We were very impressed with ourselves.
 
 

About this edition

• Publisher: Xlibris
• Publication date: 2011
• ISBN 10: 1462882420
• ISBN 13: 9781462882427
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 140