It was a warm mid-summer’s day. Gypsy-lee was happily playing her make believe games in the garden. She was called Gypsy-lee because she was always wandering off singing to herself the songs that only she knew the words too. Songs about the birds and the bees and butterfly knees.
As she played away, one thing kept running through her mind.
“Where did the sun go and find shade on such a hot day as this?”
Gypsy-lee had searched everywhere once. Under the spreading elm, in the mail-box at the gate. No where could she find the sun hiding.
Oh well, there would be other days when it wasn’t so hot and she could go and look for Old Mr Sun. And why the sun was called “Old Mr. Sun” when it could quite easily be a lady. After-all, her Mummy was bright and always singing and would dance with Gypsy-lee and everyone was happy when Mummy was about.
Whereas Daddy was a little dark and sombre and everyone was quiet when he was about. Especially when he sat at the table, scratching his head with a pencil, and watching everyone from under his dark bushy eyebrows.
“Oh well,” thought Gypsy-lee as she played happily.
“I’ll find the sun in the shade one day.”
Meanwhile Mr Doyle the ginger tomcat was keeping cool snuggled down in the long leaves of the flowering lilies. Lying on his back with his feet in the air. All you could see was four ginger paws and a great white belly. He was the tiredest cat Gypsy had ever seen not that she had seen many cats mind you.
Boudie the Labrador was in the dust under the corner of the house. That was his favourite spot. From there he could still see everything that went on in the garden.
In the paddock next to the garden lived Bella the house cow, (though she didn’t look anything like a house) Red, her pony and Wilbur, the black and tan Kune-Kune pig.
Gypsy-lee just loved Bella for she would waddle up to the fence for to have you scratch behind her ears and she would place a big wet kiss on your ear for doing so. Every morning there was warm fresh creamy milk on the breakfast table and Gypsy would pour it all over her porridge and she would have a big glass full which would leave a white moustache on her top lip. It was yummy.
Gypsy loved Ned her pie-bald pony, but he was a bit of a bully. Always pushing Gypsy in the chest and chasing her through the paddock trying to nip at her bottom. He was happiest when she would fall over giggling in the long grass.
He was happy then and would trot away neighing and putting his head in the air as though he was laughing too.
Wilbur the kune-kune pig was different again. His skin was hard bristly hair and stuck out at all angles from his hide. It was a wonder that he could see out of his tiny piggy eyes for they were engulfed in large rolls of skin.
Gypsy loved Wilbur to bits especially when he followed her about pushing his wet shiny nose into hand looking for a doggy biscuit to eat. He would squeal with delight and come running to the fence whenever he saw Gypsy coming towards him.
And so Gypsy-lee played with all her friends about her. It was such a fun time being a little girl.
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