Someone has fallen off Mt. Bed, and I was the soft toy elected to be Head Soft Toy of the S.T.E.R.C (Soft Toy Emergency Rescuing Company).

"Right", I call, "Orange Goonk, Purple Goonk and Sneaky. Come here." With the small pitter-patter of Goonk feet and the long sliding sound of Sneaky’s slithering, my fellow soft toys arrive at my side. We begin to walk (and slither) to the edge of Mt. Bed.

"Jay Bear", I call, "arrange the alarm at the door. As always, we can’t afford to be seen by the humans. They think we’re just toys with no lives of our own."

I look over the edge of Mt. Bed.

"Oh no," I groan. It’s Ruffles, the pyjama bag dog. He’s about four times as big as me, and even with three soft toys it’s going to be hard to rescue him.

"Right, headphones on, team," I say, as I put on the headphones that allow me to hear the alarm that triggers if a human opens the door. "The usual technique, team" I say.

"Sneaky?"

"Yesss sssir," replies Sneaky, slithering even closer to the edge of Mt. Bed until there is only a teddymillimetre between Sneaky and a sheer drop of 100 teddymetres. I grab Sneaky’s tail and the Goonks climb down.

I am about to climb down when I hear the alarm in my ear. I throw myself to the ground, but in doing so I roll off Mt. Bed. While I am falling I notice that there are many footholds and handholds in the rock. By the time I hit the ground, the human has left the room. I turn around to say to Sneaky, Ruffles and the Goonks, "There are footholds and handholds in the rock. We can climb up."

And so we do. When we get back we find all the other soft toys have prepared a feast for us. We are just about to start the feast when Jay Bear falls off Mt Bed.

Uh oh, looks like he won’t be eating!

by: Fergus Yr 3

May 1st, 2002

I adore this story Fergus  You have done an exceptionally fine job  CoooL!   Mr. Woods