Milk Teeth

captain bethan gave me a very big cuddle today at school. i didn't feel very well and my tummy and my head were hurting me. so captain bethan cuddled me which i was very lovely. bethan always wanted to be a pirate and i would like her to be one. then i could sail the sea with her and babar and my teddy darling and we could be merry and dance with our dresses spinning like fireflies in the sky. and when the water was rough and shakey and the whales and fishes were splashing around us, we would hold on tight to each other until the storm had gone away. after my hug with bethan, my worries went away and i felt much much better.
at home time i had a glass of warm milk. i had warm milk when i was a baby. all babies have warm milk because it makes them grow strong and big. and when my mamma got home we had the longest hug in the galaxy and i whispered to her 'mamma, when can we decorate my bedroom' and she said soon. so that made me happy. and then she chased me up the stairs whilst i ran away shouting spells at her but i forgot my wand so nothing happened. then she told me that i was a messy little girl this morning before i went to school and that my bedroom had been very messy indeed. so i told her that she musn't go in because she would scare my teddies and that it wasn't i who had done it. it must have been gregory. he is my favourite. but shh.
and then i said that if she went in again my arctic fox may gobble her up, even though i would tell him not to as we must protect my mamma, but sometimes he would get so hungry he would be naughty and ignore me. so mamma said she liked arctic fox.
i started to write some of my favourite words in the world done. one of them is acorn. acorn acorn acorn. just like peter pan who has an acorn necklace. i used my butterfly pen. i love my butterfly pen but my cats claws ripped one of her wings off.
henry is quite old and he must have thought she was a bird. i suppose the feathers on it made him think that there was a bird on my bed. because he is old he may need glasses. so a long time ago when i went downstairs and left my poor butterfly alone henry jumped up and put the butterfly pen in his mouth and ran away. so when i found him my little pen has a ripped wing. perhaps he would have eaten my pen altogether but he would have realised that my pen isn't infact edible at all.
edible is a nice word too.

there is a darling little bird twittering on a branch outside my window so i will pretend to be mary poppins
xxx