Here’s a story all about Raj. And yes, he’s a radiator. It didn’t matter how hot it was, it could never be too hot for Raj - so it was just as well he was a radiator. “Bring me damp towels!” he called from across the hall, “Bring me wet washing and socks!” Anything that was cold.. or damp… or just plain soaking wet.. loved Raj. And there was always room for one more on top. Timmy – his friend - had been hanging out on the line and had got frozen. “I think..…… I think…I’m getting AH…AH… ATISHOO… …..A cold.” He sneezed.
This is a story all about Dorothy and yes, she’s a doughnut. Dorothy loved dancing. She knew the names of all the dances – the waltz, the tango, the foxtrot. She even knew the monster mash and the jive. But she was a TERRIBLE dancer. It was because of her shape – and her shoes – and she couldn’t change her shape (and she certainly wasn’t going to change her shoes). “OOOOH OOOH… I love to dance!” she sang as she tripped and crashed around.
This is a story all about Eva and yes, she’s an egg timer. Because timing eggs only takes minutes, Eva had a lot of time on her hands. It gave her time to think so she thought a lot about chocolate. Bars of chocolate, boxes of chocolates, chocolate biscuits, chocolate cake – anything so long as it was chocolate. But there had to be more to life than chocolate?
This is a story all about Boris and yes, he’s a book. “You can ask Boris about anything,” said Malcolm “He can tell you why custard is yellow, why frogs are green and why milk shakes. Boris knew the name of everything, the size of everything, where it was from – where it was going to and how to say it in Latin. He also knew the best jokes.
This is a story all about Cameron and yes, he’s a cabinet. Cameron had seen better days; better days than the days he now spent in the box room. It was like a box and full of boxes. “See this scratch,” he said and Malcolm the moth looked up from his lunch - a large blue cardigan. “I got it in Burma…. Or was it Bermuda?”
This is story all about Queenie and yes, she’s a quilt. Queenie was a quilt who spent most of her time resting. On the whole, she was happy except for her one big problem. A quilt should be fat and warm and snugly but Queenie wasn’t. She was cold and thin and quivery. “Nothing I do seems to make me any fatter,” she complained to her friend Alice. “Why don’t you try eating something?” suggested Alice. “Eating? Eating what?”
This is a story all about Nigel and yes, he’s a napkin. Is it a bird?” Is it a bee? No, it was Nigel turning himself into a bird or a bee because - being a napkin - he could fold himself into any shape he liked. And it always had to be ‘just so’ for Nigel. Perfectly straight lines and sharp creases, which made him irritatingly… Niggly.
This is a story all about Zac and yes, he’s a zucchini. But what on earth IS a zucchini? A ZOO-KHEE-NEE is how you say it, but that doesn’t tell you what it is? Well Zac was one and he loved anything Italian… “Mama Mia!” he gushed tossing his head, shaking the enormous flower that grew out of it. I am pure THEATRE.