Phil the Adventurous Pillow

One fine morning, Wendy was doing the laundry. She washed all the clothes from the laundry basket, the bath towels, the tea towels, the bed sheets, a table cloth, and her favourite pillow too. Then she filled the pocket of her apron with plenty of colourful clothes pegs and went out into the garden, where she pegged all the freshly washed laundry to the washing line and left it to dry. It was a warm, sunny day with a lovely gentle breeze.

Phil the Pillow swung on the line for a while. All at once, his attention was caught by the breeze playing in the tall trees in the woods at the end of the garden. The leaves were rustling and dancing and some of them were being whipped up, up into the air and out into the big wide world beyond.

“Little Winny Wind, won’t you blow a little harder and pick me up too? I want to go and see the world! I’m tired of lying on a bed all the time or hanging here on the line,” Phil the Pillow begged.

Winny Wind listened, and because he had a very good heart, he unleashed a stronger breeze. He blew harder and harder until the laundry tugged at the clothes pegs and they popped off the line. Phil the Pillow sprang up on the breeze and flew through the air.

“I’m flying!” he cried with excitement. He flew across the garden and landed just under an old spruce tree. He lay there, stunned and delighted with his short flight. Just then he heard a strange whispering from up in the tree.

“What just landed there?” some creatures squeaked. “Let’s find out!”

Hop, hop, hop, giggle. And again - hop, hop, hop, giggle. Three…