Fred's Halloween Adventure Part 2

Fred gathers his courage.

Fred decides that if he is going to attempt to conquer the castle, he would need to be prepared.

So he goes home and gathers together all the things he think will be useful.

Looking over his assemblage, Fred felt daunted by his task, but he took a deep breath, gathering his courage and thought about what he would need each object for.


Weapons: a knife, a giant safety pin and a cheese grater.

Disguises: glasses, a bow-tie and perfume.

Navigation: a compass, mini pegs.

Good luck omens/ weapons against magic: a mysterious key, a mini harmonica, a mirror, a bible and teddy.


Fred planned his itinerary and found a handy bag to put all his objects in, except for the cheese grater and mirror, which were too big anyway and probably more hassle than they'd be worth.

Fred just hoped he wouldn't run into any vampires. At least I have the bible to ward against evil, thought Fred to himself.

Fred gathered himself and his belongings, with teddy careful stowed in the bag for company (and in case it got scary), and he went out into the dark night, breathing in the cold damp air and preparing himself for whatever may lie ahead, and hoping to unravel the mystery before he himself was unravelled.

Fred's Halloween Adventure Part 1

Following the Pink Rabbit
After Fred's strange day at the library, he was fed up of the drama he had got involved in. It wasn't his choice after all, he wasn't even sure really why he was involved.

Fred sat awhile in the library, just thinking it all through, and grumbling to himself "I just want an easy life" he said sadly to himself.

It was starting to get dark, so Fred decided he had better head home and he walked along in silence, his mind full of thoughts.

The evening was still and crisp, the stars glowing brightly in the dark sky, and a light breeze was whispering lightly through the trees, when Fred felt a shiver run up the length if his spine.

Ooh, thought Fred, that's strange.

It was just at this moment when Fred, standing looking at the stars in silence, remembered it was All Hallow's Eve.

A chilling feeling spread through Fred's body, making his heart feel like ice.

I'm not alone, he thought.

Fred, holding his breath, turned silently on the spot and peered through the dark night.

Through the darkness he saw the pink rabbit rush past him, seemingly unaware of Fred.

"The pink rabbit!" Fred whispered. 

It was this same rabbit, or so Fred 

supposed, that he had been told to send a secret message. 

It was also a rabbit that had not been that nice to him before, so Fred felt rather anxious.

Was this a trap, he thought to himself? 

Were the bunnies really rather bad and mean?

But was he not naturally on the bunnies side?

Fred was frozen in awe of the multitude of questions tumbling through his mind, twisting and tangling themselves through all the other unanswered questions he had.

He stood, and watched the pink rabbit clamber up the long hilly path in front of him, bouncing all the way up to the castle on the cliff.

Fred wondered why a bunny rabbit would go into such a creepy castle, up a perilous path, any day, let alone Halloween night.

Not much was known about the castle, mostly people never spoke of it apart from occasional hushed whispers and spooky rumours.

People had heard screams from its basement, and strange stories surrounded it like echoes of fairytales and witches lore. Mostly it stood in disrepair, an old, many towered, brick castle crumbling above a rocky cliff, only reached by an equally crumbling winding path. No one ever went up, because it was too dangerous, but occasionally lights could be seen glowing in the castle's windows.

Tonight, the castle was lit up bright, aglow with flames and light from the full moon and stars bouncing off its high walls. Something was amiss and despite the heavy feeling in his heart and the pit of his stomach, Fred realised the only way he would ever get to the bottom of his questions, was if he followed the pink rabbit right up to that spectre of a castle.

To be continued...

Fred does some research...

After his recent encounter with Bluey, the little blue chick, Fred was very confused. He wasn't sure whose side he should be on! Obviously he felt an affinity with the other bunnies, but he was rather frightened of the chicks, so he didn't really want to get involved. Involved, Fred was though, but he wasn't sure what the whole thing was about. Fred decided that before he did anything, he should do some research. So Fred went to the library.
Fred sat on a shelf and looked at the books, scanning for something that might be relevant.
"Aha!" said Fred aloud, "this looks perfect!" Hare and the Easter Eggs by Alison Uttley, Fred read to himself. "Hmm" mumbled Fred, gazing at the cover, hoping this little book would enlighten him about the whole ongoing Easter battle between chicks and bunnies.

Fred sat down and got comfortable, opened the book and got settled, prepared for a long day's reading.
So he sat and read the book from cover to cover.
At the end Fred closed the book and crossed his arms. Hmm, thought Fred to himself, I think I understand Easter a little better, but I'm not sure this story is true.

It was a cute story. Fred liked the main character, Hare, although Fred could never be so brave as he was, but Fred didn't like how Hare had stolen an egg. "Do bunnies steal eggs with chicks in them?" he whispered to himself. Fred was even more confused!

Despite how frightened he was, Fred was going to have to talk to the bunnies...

Fred goes to the Eden Project

Whilst in Cornwall, Fred decided to go on a day trip to the Eden Project.

Fred was amazed by the biodomes.

There was so much to

see but Fred was very happy when he found a little chair close to his size.

"This is great!" said Fred, "I could sit here all day!"

Fred even made some friends.

Lots of friends

Then he sat beside some flowers and realised it must be a lovely life to be a flower.

Perhaps he could be a flower?

Fred sat and mused over this idea.

His fabricy skin was covered in tiny flowers. "Does that mean that I'm part flower or a relative of flowers?"

But what type of flower?

Lavender?

Which type? Too many!

Or lots of other flowers?

Fred was uncertain, and he wasn't sure he'd liked to be stuck in the one place all the time.

So he discovered a great place, perfect for him, a boat to Fred's size,

the perfect way to feel at home but embark on many an adventure!

Fred's Dream

Fred and the Easter chick

It was a beautiful evening and the sun was setting, sending pretty coloured light into the kitchen.

Fred sat on a shelf watching the clouds and bright colours in the sky come through the back window,

when he heard a little voice.

"Got you now, bunny" said a small, gruff voice.

Fred froze.

He recognised that voice.

Memories came flooding back, of that time he got accidentally mixed up with some bad chicks and an Easter brawl.

Slowly, Fred turned around, trying to not look so scared.

Fred couldn't see anyone at first, but as he lowered his eyes, they met an angry glare coming from a tiny blue chick.

Naturally you wouldn't be much frightened by a tiny chick, especially a blue one, but Fred remembered well how this chick had had it in for him.

So Fred decided to be very careful this time, and not be so silly and naive.

"Hello" said Fred.

"Don't try to be friends, bunny!" shouted the chick, with surprising volume considering his size.

Oh no, thought Fred...

The chick continued, but in a low, threatening tone, "I am only here as a warning, bunny." He said this with much enthusiasm, squinting his angry eyes, moving his brows and leaning forward in a dramatic manner, in an attempt to be intimidating.

Fred realised that this little chick loved the drama of being in an Easter gang, and despite his threats, whilst he was on his own he wasn't much to worry about.

"I've got something to show you bunny," the little chick continued, "don't scream..."

He's very wrapped up in his own self-importance, thought Fred quietly in the back of his mind, careful not to roll his eyes.

The little chick bounced over to the other shelf, saying with pleasure, "this is what we do to bad bunnies, bunny rabbit."

Fred peered up at a bunny figure, clearly festooned in Easter cheer, but with only its head and arms left. It was stuck up high, grotesquely placed on a sugar pourer.

"Not so sweet now, eh?" said the chick.

Fred tried very hard not to be frightened but a cold shiver ran up his spine as he imagined himself up there, only his happy bunny face left.

Smiling at his effect on Fred, the little chick calmed down, starting his little rehearsed speech:

"So here's the low down bunny. Boss said I ain't to hurt you till you put a little toe outta line, so I ain't cos I respect him. But I don't like bunnies. And I don't like that happy little smile on your face. So I just wanted to show you what would happen if you were to get in my way. As it stands, were okay, me and you, but as soon as you join the bunnies, and help them..."

Here he drew his wing across his neck in a threatening gesture.

"Well, you can see the results."

Fred gulped.

He had never met any Easter bunnies, at least he didn't think so, but he was pretty certain he was gonna stay well clear of them now.

"OK bunny?" said the little blue chick.

"OK" said Fred, with a whimper. How could a creature so little and fluffy be so scary?

"Alright then, bunny, I've got other business to attend to, so I'll just leave you with this warning. OK? So if you wanna keep your pretty little happy bunny face, then you better keep to yourself, alright? 'cos I'll be watching you. My name's Bluey, remember it." and he bounced off, his little fluffy feathers hiding his cruel demeanour.

Fred was happy to see him go, and as he sat there shivering with fright, frozen somewhat with horror, his eyes fixed on the bunny in the sugar pourer.

He was about to edge away, when he heard a "psst".

Fred turned around, and realised it was the bunny.

"Hello?" said Fred.

In a quick movement, the bunny gestured to come closer.

Fred leaned in towards the bunny, his stomach tightening in anticipation.

In a quick whisper the bunny told Fred: "I've only a minute, they're watching me. Tell the Pink rabbit: the egg has hatched and the nest is flown."

"What?" said Fred. "I don't want to go near any bunnies, you of all should understand that."

"Don't listen to Bluey!" the bunny whispered again, "He lied! I'm only a cake decoration! I've never had any legs or a body! The people put me here, not the chicks! Find the pink rabbit!"

With that the bunny froze and Fred could get more more out of him.

Fred was so mixed up with confusion and fear, he wasn't sure what to do.

All he could do was to go home, where it was safe and he could try and think this all through in relative safety, until he could decide what to do.

Fred and the fairy ring...

Fred went out into the garden and discovered some rather large mushrooms.

He sat down amongst them and wondered why they were all clustered together and seemed to form a strange shape, like a ring.

The mushrooms themselves were such strange things he thought.

Fred lay down on his side to get a better look.

He'd heard stories about mushrooms and fairies, and thought perhaps a fairy could be shyly hiding

underneath the fungus.

"Hmm" thought Fred "I'm pretty sure I've seen pictures of fairies sitting on these.

Fred decided to sit on one especially large one.

"Perhaps I could be a fairy!" said Fred, or maybe if I sit here long enough maybe one will come and talk to me.

Fred sat there nice and quietly for ages.

And then for a bit longer.

Still no fairy.

Fred started to get rather tired.

The sun moved across the sky and the shadows followed it, stretching across the long summer grass.

Soon Fred could barely keep his eyes open.

"Maybe there will be a fairy tomorrow?" thought Fred, certain that they were the sort of creatures that would be wrapped up in their flowery beds by now, sleeping through the shadowy night.

So when the sun had finally gone to bed, so did Fred, determined to come back one early morning when the dewdrops glittered in the grass, and then he would find a fairy...