Showing posts with label pink rabbit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink rabbit. Show all posts

Monday, 13 September 2010

Victoria Stitch in Dubai

The plane arrives in Dubai at ten o clock in the morning.  Victoria Stitch feels very hot.  She feels even hotter when she steps outside so she puts on her striped hat and sunglasses.
'Let's go somewhere cooler than outside,' she says to Pink Rabbit after checking into her posh hotel and dropping her suitcase off.  'I know just the place!'

Victoria Stitch takes Pink Rabbit to the mall.  'You can buy anything in Dubai,' she tells him.
They pass shops full of jewels...
and patterned rugs...
clothes...

and arabic lamps...
They see smoothie bars...
shops where you can pick a bottle and fill it with whatever perfume you like...
postcards...

ice cream shops (they had a chocolate, raspberry and apricot banana split)...
and countless eastern treasures.
Victoria Stitch says, 'I fancy buying a nice patterned Arabic rug with golden tassels. 

Pink Rabbit follows her into a cluttered looking shop full of wooden camel ornaments, lanterns with coloured glass in them, decorative coffee pots and pashminas.
At the back of the shop there is a nice Arabic patterned rug just the right size for Victoria Stitch.
Victoria Stitch is extremely chuffed with her find.  'This is marvellous,' she tells Pink Rabbit.  'It will look very regal next to my bed at home.'

On her way out she stops to look at an Arabic oil lamp.  When the shop keeper isn't looking she lifts off the lid and peers into it nosily.
 'Who's that!' snaps a cross voice from inside.

Victoria Stitch is not alarmed.  She naughtily steps right into the lamp pulling Pink Rabbit and the patterned rug with her.

The inside of the lamp is deceivingly spacious and not at all gloomy.  Sitting on a chair surrounded by burning incense is a little fat genie.
 'Ah how typical,' says Victoria Stitch a bit rudely.  Then she smiles greedily.  'You owe me three wishes now mr genie man,' she says.

The genie sighs as if he is bored with the whole procedure of dealing out wishes to demanding customers.'

'One wish.'  he corrects her.  'The rules have changed since the days of Aladdin.
'The rules also state that you are obliged to take tea with me before any wish granting begins,' he continues.  'It gets rather lonely in here sometimes.

Victoria Stitch is never adverse to having to take tea.  So she sits down and helps herself to some sickly smelling rosewater tea from an intricate silver teapot.
Pink Rabbit picks at a sticky Arabic sweet.  He is a fussy eater and doesn't like foreign food much.
The three of them sit in companionable silence and Victoria Stitch is thinking about her wish all the time.
At last the genie puts down his cup and rubs his belly in a satisfied manner.  He licks his fingers one by one.  'Now then,' he says.  'Your wish.'

'I've thought of a good one,' says Victoria Stitch.  'I want you to turn my Arabic patterned rug into a flying carpet!'

The genie sighs.  'Not very original,' he mutters.  'But as you wish...'

There is a puff of smoke and the rug begins to unroll itself and wiggle on the ground.
The genie sits back and closes his eyes.  'Now if you don't mind,' he says, 'I think I may take a nap.'

Victoria Stitch picks up the rug and climbs out of the lamp. 
She spreads it on the ground and puts pink rabbit onto it.  'You can test it out,' she says.

Pink Rabbit looks terrified. The rug twitches.
'Why isn't it working?' she snaps impatiently.  She gives the rug a cross kick and suddenly it glides into life.  In one quick movement it scoops her up upon its patterned surface and flies smoothly out of the shop, out of the mall and into the burning heat of the Dubai sun...
all images and writing are copyright to me

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Victoria Stitch at the airport


Victoria Stitch likes going to the airport.
 She has a special 'travelling' crown and outfit for the occasion.
 Her favourite part of being at the airport is looking at all the fancy glass bottles of perfume in duty free and spraying them over Pink Rabbit.
(this is not Pink Rabbits favourite part)
When Victoria Stitch goes through security, the machine makes a loud beeping noise.
 'You must have something metal about your person,' says the airport security lady who has red nails and red lipstick.

She plucks the crown from Victoria Stitch's head and tells her to go through again.

This time there is no beeping.

'Yes it's your crown madam,' says the lady.  'And it looks extremely valuable and pointy.  I'm afraid we cannot allow you to take it on the plane.'
 'But I am the Queen!'  retorts Victoria Stitch indignantly.  'I must have my travelling crown.'

'Sorry madam,' says the airport security lady, and moves on to the next person in the queue.

Victoria Stitch is furious.  She stomps her way into the waiting area and then after showing her passport she stomps her way onto the plane.
She finds that the seat is a little too big for her, along with the complimentary toothbrush and earplugs. 
Her one consolation is that the toothpaste is just the right size!


(all writing and images are copyright to me)

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Victoria Stitch packs for holiday

Victoria Stitch is packing for her holiday. 

She does not travel light!

She has so many very necessary items to bring...

Her striped swimming costume with matching goggles, flippers, hat and swimasaurus rubber ring.

Her Royal travelling crown.  (After all, she is the Queen!)
Her complete art set, including crayons, colouring pencils and paint.
Sunhat and suncream- factor 100 for her delicate paper white skin...
Travel sweets and snacks...
A bucket and spade for all those sand Palaces she will order Pink Rabbit to build...
Make up and glitter (very important)...
 Mustn't forget her pink toothbrush!
And that's all before she even packs her clothes!

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Victoria Stitch at the Palace (part 3 of 3)

Victoria Stitch is pleased with the amount of attention she seems to attract as she walks into the Palace Ballroom.  The music stops.  Ladies in pink and silver wigs stare and whisper.
Then a dark, handsome man steps forward.

'You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.' he says in a slightly forced manner.

'Oh I know,' says Victoria Stitch waving her hand airily.  'I am so very beautiful.  I am Cinderella!'
 'I thought so,' says the handsome man, looking pleased.  He holds out his hand for Victoria Stitch to take but she brushes it aside and walks over to the buffet table.  She takes five chocolate covered strawberries and picks the shrimps off seven little biscuits.
The Prince still persists in hovering round Victoria Stitch.

'May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?' he asks uneasily.

'If you must,' says Victoria Stitch, putting all the shrimps in her mouth at once.  'But you can't kiss me.  I'll have fish breath.'
The Prince looks confused.

'You are... Cinderella?' he whispers.

'Oh yes!' answers Victoria Stitch.  'Most definitely!'

The Prince breathes in relief.

'Well then, we must dance!' he says taking Victoria Stitch by the hand.  'Come this way, do you know how to foxtrot?'

'Foxwhat?'
Victoria Stitch does not know how to foxtrot.  She steps on the Prince's toes several times.  He begins to look annoyed.

'How about you take off your glass slippers?' he suggests in a whisper.  'In fact may as well give me one of them now.  Save me the trouble of running after you later.'

Then in a most ungentlemanly manner, he lifts up the corner of Victoria Stitch's orange satin skirt and holds out his hand for her foot.
 The Prince sees her black lace up boots and gasps.

'You're no Cinderella!' he cries, leaping up in fury.  'I knew it!'

'I am!' shrieks Victoria Stitch.  But then she sees the crowd and Royal family advancing towards her and she turns and bolts out of the room, grabbing a handful of chocolate covered strawberries as she goes.

'Catch her!' shouts the Prince.  'She's an impostor!  Put her in prison!'

'Oh sugarplum fairies,' mutters Victoria Stitch as she runs out of the Palace doors and across the courtyard.  'Why didn't I just wear the silly glass shoes?'
She starts to bat her little black wings and they lift her shakily into the air.  Then she closes her eyes tight and flies right off the page and out of the book, landing with a thud, back in the dark book shop in her underwear.

Pink Rabbit is so pleased to see her that he leaps into her arms, sniffling.

'Come on Pink Rabbit,' says Victoria Stitch.  'I think we've had enough excitement for one night.  'Let's go home.'

Saturday, 12 June 2010

Victoria Stitch and the Book Shop (part 1 of 3)


Victoria Stitch knows of one place where there are always adventures to be had. 

In Norwich there is a bookshop with two floors called The Book Hive.  It is the nicest book shop for miles around and the man behind the counter offers you a cup of tea while you browse.
However,  at night time when the clock strikes twelve, the nice man is not there to guard the shop.  There is no one to see what goes on inside those books, no one to hear the creak and rustle of paper as the shelves breathe and characters from stories old and new stir and stretch upon their pages.

No one that is, except Victoria Stitch.  And tonight she is bent on mischief.
Being no bigger than a salt shaker she is able to slip quite easily through the letterbox, dragging Pink Rabbit with her.  They drop lightly on to the floor and begin to walk across the moonlit carpet.

Victoria Stitch takes off her shiny black coat and shakes it. sending a shower of raindrops over Pink Rabbit.  She tosses it into a corner with her umbrella and rubs her hands together wickedly.
 'Who shall we visit tonight?' she asks him.
 
Pink Rabbit shivers.  He doesn't like 'adventures.'
 
The bells from the Norwich Cathedral strike twelve.  Victoria Stitch steps onto a shelf. Then quick as a flash she slips between the pages of a book, disappearing completely from view and leaving Pink Rabbit all alone in the darkened book shop...
(all writing and images are copyright to me)