Build a Moat by Matt Zurbo   If I could I’d build a moat, I guess I’d also build a boat. Me, my dog, a wombat and a friendly troll called Groat. He’d build his own boat, would Groat, and we’d race laps around our moat. I’d build my moat around my house, we’d forever … Continue reading Day 37: Build a Moat

  Bare Bums and Tartan Pants by Matt Zurbo   Once there was a pair of pants, that didn’t need an owner. They ran here, they ran there, Zoom, they ran all over! They didn’t need socks or shoes, or even a fine belt, they had a tartan pattern, and patches made of felt. Kids … Continue reading Day 36: Bare Bums and Tartan Pants

Jumper. by Matt Zurbo.   Oscar came from a small country town. He was on school holidays, (Boy, about 8 years old, walking on the beach) when he found a large bottle (covered in barnacle that looked like it had been at sea the longest time).  Yeow! A crab bit him when he opened it, … Continue reading Day 35: Jumper

Rolla by Matt Zurbo   Rolla was shy, she did things on her own. Played picnics, swam, roamed. (Rolla on roller skates, cute red helmet on.) Outside she would dance; with the wind, in the heat, into a storm, but inside, it was as if the walls were closing in. Rooms just seemed silly – … Continue reading Day 34: Rolla