I’ve got some more Doodle Monsters for you to get scribbling on!
These mini monsters need a magic wand – or a pencil – to make them magnificently monstrous! Doodle a new ginormous nose, sharp go-faster spikes, two big twitchy ears and some flappity-flap wings to whizz around the clouds!
When you’re finished, you can also create your own mish-mash monster full of squiggly legs, googly eyes, gnashing teeth, and squiggly claws!
What weird and wonderfuss stuff would you find in a witch’s bottle?
Eyeballs for potions? Newt tails for breakfast? The tears of naughty children for a cauldron-carrot-cake recipe? Whether it be ghost farts or demon giggles, doodle something you would capture and keep for a magic spell or ghastly witching brew.
Top Tip: Witches can squeeeeeeeze almost anything inside a witchy bottle – the only limit is your imagination!
You’ll need every colouring pencil, crayon, felt tip and gel pen in the house!
Doodle tiny decorations – like shooting stars and lightning bolts – and then colour them in. Or your unicorn could simply be stripy or spotty or maybe zigzagged like a zebracorn! All you need to do is think all the colours of the rainbow and then some!
You’ll also need to dream up a sparkling unicorn name and, if you can stomach it, doodle some weird unicorn poo! Unicorn poo like jelly beans, cupcakes, pongy rainbow puffs! Ew!
This troll needs some hair, kids! Scribble it, doodle it, design it!
Name your troll and decide what kind of walloping troll it is…
Is it a sizzling Fire Troll with flaming red-hot hair? A Common Garden Troll with flowers and bumble-bees buzzing in and out of its curls? Or maybe it’s a Fishy Troll who goes around with a giant haddock stuck on its head and usually is up to no good?
Once you’ve decided, go ahead and doodle a magnificent hairdo!
Top Troll Tip: Trolls like to collect things so you can add all sorts of strange wonders into your hairstyle – think buttons, spiders, polo mints, daffodils, hamsters, cupcakes, twigs and a really special pet rock…
Wyrzog is a feisty Book Wyrm that lurks in my bookshelves and slithers about my many piles of much-loved books. She has an annoying habit of eating bookmarks, but will hiss and snap if I even consider dog-earring a page.
Wyrzog is surprisingly open to contentious grammar and the odd typo: she have seen humans change their language over thousands of years, and admires it all. Wyrms love stories, big or small. They love books with illustrations, illuminations and those with beautiful maps folded within.
‘Wyrm’ – a species of dragon with no legs or wings. The most famous kind of wyrm are sea-serpents, like Orkney’s very own Mester Stoorworm, but not all are ocean-dwelling creatures.
Wyrzog tends to hoard books with strong, female characters and prefers non-traditional fairytales where the princess and dragons live happily ever after. She has an insatiable appetite for literature but, despite how excited she gets about a book, she will never, ever give away a plot ending. Those who do will find their toes nibbled.
Zog the (very handsome) orange dragon is her personal hero.
“Don’t eat me!” wailed the goat. (Well, at least that’s what I thought that bleating meant.)
“But I caught you with my special spoon,” the giantess pouted. It was indeed a special spoon. It had a particularly fusty mould to add flavour and a hook for catching dinner. A dinner like Ty the Peedie Goat.
The giantess was called Gerdila. As well as on the spoon, she loved growing fungus in her grey-green hair and green-brown clothes. But the moudilest place of all was Gerdila’s squelchy fungus tongue.
Gerdila the Giantess didn’t like her dinner to be too wriggly. So Gerdila simply blew putrid breath on her prey. One foul puff of her fungus tongue killed most things instantly. She mainly ate sheep and cows – but avoided Highland Coo’s because they are too ‘flooff-full’.
Ty the Peedie Goat was next. (Gerdila stomped right past the alpacas as they are far too floof-full as well.) She hooked Ty round the neck with her special mouldy spoon and plucked him from the herd. The other goats watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed… All except for Chumley who carried on chewing the cud whilst watching a nearby cloud that looked like a fluffy bale of hay. Or so he imagined.
‘Peedie’: Orcadian dialect for small, little.
Ty, perched on his bottom, flopped a little as if already half dead. He bleated pitifully. Gerdila smiled a stinking smile and then blew…. Boooooooooof! Rancid air filled the sky, with little whiffs drifting down to the ground. The stink made the alpacas gag and spit. Ty lay deathly still in a cloud of stench.
“No!” I yelled, bursting out the door, tears streaming. No one heard, as I hopped to get my wellies on.
Ty burped. A giant, gurgly burp right from the depths of one of his many stomachs. We watched it bloat his belly then travel up his neck and finally erupt from his pink, fuzzy lips.
“Ew!” Gerdila the Giantess pouted. “That’s disgusting. And why aren’t you dead?”
“He’s a goat,” I answered, wiping my running nose on my sleeve. “He may be cute and cuddly and small but don’t let that fool you: goat’s breath is the most disgusting thing ever. Even more foul and fetid than yours – no offence.” She eyed me funnily and I started to back away to the safety of the house once more. I cursed for having brushed my teeth that morning.
“And I now you’re beaten,” Ty bleated joyfully. “I banish you from the farm!”
(At least, that’s what I think he said.)
And that is the story of how Ty the Peedie Goat out-stank Gerdila the Giantess. And he brags, and brags, and brags about it to this day.