The Story So Far...
Once upon a time in a dark forest a little panda bear was walking along... ...carrying a pair of chipmunks he'd rescued from an owl. Little did he know, he was being followed by a ferocious were-wolf coming out of the darkness...and in to the light!
The were-wolf got closer and closer until you could see his sharp jagged teeth. A bird was shouting above their heads. Accompanied by a snow elephant! The handsome viking prince and beautiful dancing maiden, frolicked along Upper Street in pink shoes. Then the floor gave way and he was left hanging on the chain.
The large woman w/ the red eyes felt a tug on the back of her coat, she turned around to find a small child staring up at her. 4 journalists appeared, keen to tell a story about a story. A confused owl sat on top of an umbrella while flies buzzed around its head.
A man was filming some deer... as a beautiful, pink sun rose over Richmond Park the morning that Benton went berserk. He let out a huge cheeky grin and said.. "The little bird was loud but not terribly smart." Luckily, the chipmunks had stolen the owl's "to wit, to woo" which, as everyone knows, scare werewolves.
Walking down an Islington street on a mild autumn day she saw something unexpected, smthg that caught her eye - the air in the treehouse was refreshing. Finally the mountains were in sight as the fog was slowly clearing.
Music appears and they start to sing and all the young people of London found out that performing arts made them the happiest people in town.
But why was her friend furious, was it connected to the broken collar hanging from his bruised neck? Mr Tulliver sat at his desk, trying to think of a witty name for his gravel business.
They climbed the cloud ladder and when they reached the top, the 2 rabbits sipped their coconut milk and smiled. Where on earth have I put my jar of anchovies?", cried the owl?
The ageing tree uncurled it's long and knot ridden finger to pluck the tightly strung mandolin. And the flies joined together to make one ginormous fly which flew towards a fog drowned steeple.
Mr Horse cried all afternoon because he felt fat. Lovely Mrs Horse kindly suggested he wore his zebra stripe suit to the party.
"Ghosts," drawled the Texan stranger, squinting at the moonlit stampede, "-somethin' must have spooked 'em" She may have only been a spider, but she could fly a helicopter, so off they flew down into the valley unicorns. The zang-dang-doodle exploded in the sky, showering pink buttercups over the forest below.
They both tweeted @drawmystory then realised they could pick up pencils in Islington & draw it too!
The tortoise awoke to find someone had been drawing on his back... but who? Nobody realised that the werewolf was simply misunderstood. Sad and alone, he stood on an empty stage and howled at the moon. "I fell down some stairs and spent 4 hours in A&E which I spent researching for my photography and time essay!"
Hiding out in the chalet far, far in the mountains, Count Dracula awaited dusk to visit the town. So, Lizzie and Iain made it through. The chipmunks, the Panda, and the Rabbits too.