Level 4

by Tony J Moon

Book 3

There is a land where the Doobries sing, a land of

coconut tarts, odd socks and where dreams are
hung out to dry.
So if the walls of your bedroom are painted with
magnolia coloured paint be careful, be very careful
which side of the bed you get out of because you
may find yourself in the land where the Doobries
sing.

Tony on the Moons Childrens Picture Books

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Tony on the Moons Childrens Picture Books

Level 4

Book 3

Illustrated Story Books for Children

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The Books
This is part of a series of small books is arranged in
groups of difficulty ranging from 1 to 5. The easiest is group 1,
the hardest group 5. It is not just that group 1's are shorter,
they are the easiest to read or be spoken. They gradually rise
to group 5 which have lots more text and much more complex
concepts.
There is no bad language or offensive words anywhere in these
books.
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2
3
4
5

short simple big pictures

longer stories with more text
slightly higher level than 2
more stories with pictures a lot more text
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Terry Turnvale has a bunk bed. Terry sleeps on the top bed of the bunk
bed and Terry thinks his bunk bed is just magic.
Terry has small brother called Little Tim. Little Tim sleeps on the bottom of
the bunk bed and he is definitely not magic.
Little Tim is not grown up yet, he is only four and still sleep with teddy,
monkey, spiky and foggy. This all makes for a very full bed.
Terry on the other hand is very grown up, he is eight and a half and does not
need all these toys to go to bed with.
Terry still has Octie of course, you can
not go to bed without anybody, can you.
Also Octie is very useful for swinging down
at your little brother on the bottom bunk
when you want him to shut up.
Every night after Little Tim has been tucked
up in bed, Terry will start his bounce to bed
time.
He will start by bouncing upstairs, then he
will bounce into the bathroom to clean his
teeth, bounce into his pajamas, then
bounce up to his top bunk and bounce into
bed.
Well one day, Terry Turnvale was feeling very bouncy and bounced one
bounce too much. The last bounce into his bed was bigger and higher than he
had ever bounced before.

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Terry bounced into bed grabbing

Octie as usual, but this time Terry
over bounced and bounced right out
of the bed again, right out and over
the side.
Not the side where the bedroom was,
with Little Tim on the bottom bunk,
but the other side where the bedroom
wall should have been.
When Terry had over bounced before
he had just hit the wall and landed
back in bed.

Today he found himself falling, falling, falling into,

well Terry did not know what.He was falling into a
magnolia coloured mist, the colour of the bedroom
wall.
Terry could not see anything but he knew he was
falling down, falling very slowly. Gradually Terry found
he could make out some shapes, as the shapes got
closer Terry could see they were magnolia flowers.
The flowers began drifting past in ones and twos, then
there were more as he fell further and further down
until the sky was full of magnolia flowers.
Without any warning Terry landed quite softly on the
ground, a ground covered as far as you could see in
magnolia blossom.

"I wonder where I am." said

Terry to himself.
Terry had got to talk to himself
because there was no one else
about.

Terry looked around, every thing was magnolia coloured, magnolia ground,
magnolia sky, magnolia trees, round fluffy pink bird!.

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Round fluffy pink bird, that was not there a minute ago thought Terry. The
bird started to walk toward Terry. The bird got closer. The bird who had been
looking at the ground all the time looked up and saw Terry.
"Ooooooooooo" said the bird. "Who are you."
" I'm Terry." said Terry.
"Oooooooo." said the bird. " What's a Terry."
" Where are we." asked Terry.
"Oooooooo." said the bird and walked round Terry eyeing him up and down.
"Ooooooo." said the bird. "You are a strange thing."
This was good coming from a round pink bird with a trumpet for a beak, long
legs and the silliest stubby wings you could imagine.
"Where are we" ask Terry again.
"Oooooooo you are a silly thing." said the bird. "We are here of coarse."
The bird bent down with his long beak and nibbled at one of the magnolia
leaves. It then looked up again rather surprised.
"Ooooooo you still here. Can't stop here talking to you all day." said the bird.
"I have got go." with that the bird started to walk off.
"Wait." shouted Terry getting up and chasing
after the bird. "Where are you going, where
are we."
The bird stopped and turned around to look at
Terry.
"Ooooooo." said he bird. "You do ask allot of
questions. Well I'm going to sing at the place
all Doobries sing, the singing place. As to
your other question that is far too difficult for
me, you'll have to ask the Wise Old Doobrie."
"Where do I find him." ask Terry.
"Ooooooo he'll be singing of course, we will all
be singing." said the Doobrie. " Just follow
me."
The Doobrie bird turned and started to wander off again. Terry just
followed, followed to where ever the bird was going. There was no path or
any signs, no indication they were going anywhere special, just wandering
through the magnolia blossom.

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After quite a bit of wondering this way and that,

suddenly there was another Doobrie bird. This
one was yellow. When the two bird saw each
other the each gave a long "Oooooooo".
Then out of no where Doobrie birds were appearing all over the place and all
greeting each other with a long "Oooooooo". It was beginning to get quite
deafening. Now there were Doobrie birds as far as the eye could see, all
different shades of pink, purple, orange and yellow.
Slowly the "Oooos" began to die down as the birds began to shuffle around to
face the same direction. They were all facing a large wooden platform built in
one of the magnolia trees. It all went very quiet as if the birds were waiting
for someone to appear.
Then over the silence from the back of
the crowd, and from totally the opposite
direction of where all the Doobries were
looking, there was a shout.
"Yoooo Hoooo I'm over here."
There was great confusion and alot of
"Oooooooooos" as all the Doobries tried to
turn round to face the direction of bird
who had called out.
The bird who had shouted was bigger
than the rest and was a deep shade of
blue with pink wing tips.
As the Doobries saw who it was little
bursts of Hooo Hooo Hooo ran round the
crowd.
This it seemed was a Doobrie type of
practical joke.
When all the birds had shuffled around to face the big bird, it all went
quiet again. The big Doobrie then raised both of his short wings then let out
a long cry. "Dooooooooooo.". As the dooo began to fade away it was
answered by the crowd who all went "Doooo" then the big bird went "Dooo
Be dooo be dooo be." and the crowd responded. "Dooo Be dooo be dooo be."
Then the Big Doobrie went. " Dee be dee be dee bee."

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As all this calling got under way a small group of Doobries just behind
Terry broke away and started a round of "Ooo bee ooo bee" ing. Different
groups started other rhythms turning up the pace of the singing.
Gradually the tempo got faster and faster the birds started dancing round
and round. It was like a magic painting all the colours of the different birds
swirling round forming new patterns all the time. Terry found himself drawn
into the into rhythm of colour and singing, he started to dance and sing.
"Dooo be do be dooo bee, Oooo Ooo Doo." sang Terry.
Terry completely forgot where he was as he danced and danced, round and
round. Terry started to sang. "Dooo be do be dooo bee, Oooo Ooo Doo." Terry
spun round and round.
"Doo be doobe Yarrr Yarrr Feee beee Feee be Dy Do Tun be Tum be Tum Tum
Tum." he shouted
Gradually the Doobrie birds who were dancing round Terry stopped.
Terry kept on dancing until
he realised all the Doobries
around him who could hear
him singing were looking at
him. The rest of the Doobries
in he distance were still
dancing and singing.
Terry stopped dancing and
singing
"What's the mater." said
Terry to one of the Doobries.
"You're singing the wrong words." said the Doobrie." You mustn't do that it is
one of our most important national songs."
"I'm sorry." said Terry. "I didn't know I only came here to see the wise old
Doobrie."
"We had better take you to him before you upset every one here with your
singing." said the Doobrie.
The Doobrie who had spoken picked up a magnolia leaf in his beak and held
it high in the air, "Follow me", he mumbled through the magnolia leaf.
Terry followed the magnolia leaf through the mass of dancing Doobries.
Finally Terry and the Doobrie with the magnolia leaf reached the edge of the
crowd. Here they found the Wise Old Doobrie, the one who had started the
singing.
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"Meeee mrrrr mrrr meeee mrrr mee mrr" said the Doobrie who Terry had
been following. The Doobrie then dropped the magnolia leaf from his beak.
"I've brought some one to see you Wise Old Doobrie." it said.
"Oooooooo." said the Wise Old Doobrie and walked all the way round Terry
looking him up and down. "Oooooooo." he said again. " I suppose you want
to go home" said the Doobrie continuing to walk round Terry. "They all do you
see, they all do and its a long way, a very long way. You'll need porters and
guides and freshly made pies."
"Tooters and scooters and peperment frouties." added the Doobrie terry had
followed.
"Taps and maps and faraway hats." said another.
Terry wanted to ask the Wise Old Doobrie
where he was and how he had got here and a lot of
other things, but the Doobrie was deep in thought
and going "Oooooo" rather allot.
"You can help us with a very tricky problem." said
the Wise Old Doobrie at length. "Follow."
The Wise Old Doobrie marched off followed by
several other Doobries all in a line. Terry tagged
onto the end of the line and followed.
They moved away from the singing and eventually
arrived at the edge of a small lake. All the Doobries
began looking very troubled and seemed to be upset
by the water.
"Here." said the Wise Old Doobrie. "Is our problem."
he waved a wing at the lake, a small blue feather
drifted down and gently landed near the edge of the
water.
Terry could not see what the problem was, it was just a small lake. Then the
Wise Old Doobrie pointed to a small island in the middle of the lake where
Terry could see there was a small girl sitting crying.
"She arrived like you."
explained the Wise Old
Doobrie. "But she ran away
from the dance to sit on that
hill and start to cry, she has
been crying ever since. The
lake surrounding her was
formed by her tears and we
can not go near it."

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"It is only water." said Terry moving over to put his hand in it."Oooooooooo."
shouted all the Doobries and stopped him.
" It is death to touch the water." the Wise Old Doobrie explained." He picked
up a feather and dropped it into the pool.
As soon as the feather touched the surface of the water it turned black and
fell into dust. "You see the water is sad." explained the Doobrie.
"Everything here is kept alive by being happy, if the little girl keeps on crying
she will destroy everything. She is crying because she wants to go home and
we can not help her because she is crying." The Wise Old Doobrie gave a long
sad Ooooooo. " If we could get the Hankie of Happiness to her it would dry
her tears and we could show her the way home"
Terry walked round the edge of the lake. There was no way to get across to
the island.
"This is like one of those problems we get in the Boy Scouts." said Terry.
"Where you to have to get to the island without touching the water. Only in
the Scouts they let you have three barrels two planks of wood and alot of
rope."
" You mean like those." said the Wise Old Doobrie pointing his beak at three
barrels two planks of wood and alot of rope.
Terry looked amazed, they had not been there a moment ago. Terry did not
waste any time, he tied the planks to the barrels and made a good raft. He
pushed the raft into the water.

"Will not the barrels die." ask the Doobries.

Terry explained that barrels would not die as they were never happy, they
were always complaining about being filled with things, but they were not
sad either they were dozey sort of things.
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Wise Old Doobrie gave Terry the

Hankie of Happiness. Terry put the
hankie in his pocket quickly floated
across the water to the island with the
girl on it. Terry handed her the Hankie of
Happiness and she wiped her eyes.
The Hankie of Happiness worked well for
with in moments the girls eyes were
sparkling and she had a big smile.
"Thank you very much." she said. "But
who are you and what are you doing
here." ask the girl.

"My names Terry." said Terry. "I fell out of my bed and landed here, it seems
to be the land where the Doobries sing"
"I'm Feneela." said the girl. "I fell here out of my bed as well." she dabbed
her eyes with the handkerchief " But I don't know how to get home again."
"The Doobries said they would show us the way home." said Terry. "If you
come back with me on the raft we can start right away."
Terry and Feneela got on the raft and floated back to the shore where all the
Doobries greeted them excitedly with alot of "Ooooooo's".

As Terry and Feneela stepped onto the shore there was a large slurping
sound from behind them. When they looked round they saw the barrels had
drunk all the water from the lake, then suddenly the barrels were gone.
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The Wise Old Doobrie gave couple off "Oooo Ooooo's" and the smaller
Doobries started to busy themselves all around collecting magnolia blossom.
They put it into cardboard boxes then balanced the boxes on there heads.
After each had gathered a box of magnolia blossom, they formed a line
behind the Wise Old Doobrie.
"Are you ready." said Wise Old Doobrie to Terry and Feneela. "For the journey
back home."
"We are more than ready" shouted Terry and Feneela together.

With the Wise Old Doobrie leading the way they all marched off. They
went up hills and down dales, they went up ups. and down downs. They even
went down ups and up downs, which was all very strange.
After they had been walking a very long time they stopped as they came
towards a large wide gray desert. Here the magnolia blossom which had
covered the ground all the way, suddenly stopped.
Ahead lay a flat gray plain dotted here and there with mushroom like plants.
"This is the land of coconut tarts" said the small Doobrie who had been just
in front of Terry and Feneela. "You can see why we brought our own
supplies." he said and offered Terry a magnolia leaf.
"I think I'd prefer a coconut tart." said Terry.
" They do not taste very nice ." said the Doobrie." Magnolia leaves are much
nicer." he offered Terry another one.
After a short break for magnolia leaves they set out across the coconut tart
desert. As they passed near one of the mushroom like plants Terry could see
it was indeed a coconut tart growing on a long stalk, Terry grabbed a big
peace and broke it off.

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The coconut tart looked good so Terry broke off a peace off, he was
hungry so he took a big bite.
With a cry of "Errrraaahh" Terry spat out the mouth full of tart. "They are
horrible." Terry declared. "That is not how I remember coconut tart tasting."
"I told you they did not taste nice." said the little Doobrie." I think it has
something to do with what they are growing on."
" What are they growing on." ask Terry looking down at the ground which
seemed to be some kind of woolly substance.
"Odd socks." said the Doobrie." If you have ever wondered where the other
sock goes when you can only find one of a pair, well it eventually finds its
way here."
Terry looked around, as far as the eye could see in the gray desert stretched
out in all directions, made up entirely of odd socks.

As suddenly as it started the coconut tart desert stopped where a grassy

meadow started.
The Doobries all ran onto the grass gathering round a solitary tree standing
a little way into the meadow. The tree had little bells on it that tinkled in
the breeze. Terry and Feneela thought the tree was very beautiful.
The Doobries sat round the tree and started munching on there magnolia
leaves. The Wise Old Doobrie came over to Terry and Feneela.
"This is the tree at the end of the world." he said "This is as far as we can
take you, from here on you must find your own way but it is not difficult."
he looked across the meadow. "Simply go straight on from here, turn left by
your dreams and right at the first sign of hope."
"Why can you not take
us all the way." said
Feneela.
"It is too close to your
world." said the big
Doobrie. "There is fear,
anger and heartache,
we can only live in a
word of complete
happiness, but follow
my instructions and
you will be safe."
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Terry and Feneela waved good bye to the Doobries and set off across
the meadow following a very small track winding its way across the grass.
" Beware the lost ones." shouted the Wise Old Doobrie just before they were
out of ear shot. "They will try and stop you."
Terry thought he should go back and ask about the lost ones but when he
turned round the Doobries were gone. The tree at the end of the world was
gone, there was just the meadow.
"It looks like we do not have any choice but to go on." said Feneela.
After a while they came across a footpath made of bricks, this ran both to the
left and to the right as far as you could see. On the other side of the footpath
was a long washing line and hanging from the line were clothes.When Terry
and Feneela walked across the path they saw that each peace of washing had
a picture on it.
Suddenly Feneela gave a startled cry. "Ahhhhhhaaaa" she cried. "That's my
Aunty." she said. "I was dreaming about her the other night."
"That's funny" said Terry "Here's our dog I was dreaming about."

All the pictures on the washing line seemed to be old dreams.

"It must be where they put dreams out to dry before putting them away."
said Feneela.
"That's what the Wise Old Doobrie meant." said Terry." Left at your dreams."
Terry and Feneela turned to their left and followed the path.
After walking down the brick path for a while they came across a sign
pointing to a track on one side. 'Fresh cream cakes and lemonade' it read.
"I could just eat a cream cake." said Terry.
"The Wise Old Doobrie said nothing about cream
cakes." said Feneela.
"But I'm hungry." said Terry.
"So were Hansel and Gretel." said Feneela.
"Look what happened to them when they went
to the ginger bread house."
"It does seem a bit suspicious." said Terry." The
Wise Old Doobrie did say something about lost
ones trying to stop us."
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They carried on walking along the path and as they did so they came upon
even more signs. The signs pointed to every nice thing you could imagine,
the chocolate factory. play world, free pizzas. It became very clear someone
was trying to get them to leave the footpath.
"The lost ones." whispered Feneela quietly in case any one else was listening.
Terry and Feneela kept walking,
trying not to take any notice of the
signs. There were so many, it was
hard not to read any of them. They
were getting tired and just about to
give up and go for the free pizza,
when they saw just ahead of them,
the sign they had been looking for,
the first sign of hope.
Compared with all the other signs it
was quite small, with just the one
word on it, 'HOPE'.

Terry and Feneela turned to the right down the path that was just in front of
the sign. 'Turn right at the first sign of hope', just as the Wise Old Doobrie
had instructed. On the small path they now followed there were no more
signs.
The green meadow slowly gave way to a gray emptiness, the sky became
gray, the ground became gray, the distance became a gray mist. Feneela held
Terry's hand and they drew closer together as it grew darker and darker. They
seemed to be waking in emptiness.
Terry thought he caught sight of a shadow in the corner of his eye, but when
he turned to look, there was nothing. They heard whispers, 'You'll never get
back' they said. It was all very frightening.
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Just as they were thinking it was not worth walking any further they saw not
very far away something that looked like a bunk bed. Terry and Feneela
walked toward the object and as they got closer Terry shouted.
"That's my bunk bed, that's Octie on the top bed."
Feneela also looked in disbelief
"And that's my bed on the bottom, I can see Daisy Mazey, my doll waiting for
me."
The two of them started to run towards
the bed. Suddenly they stopped as a
thick black shadow ran in front of them.
"You wont get back" whispered the
shadow.
Suddenly in the moment the shadow
passed there two beds, it flew past
again laughing. Now there were four
beds.
The shadow swirled round and round like a whorl wind, and each time it
passed the numbers of beds doubled the numbers were increasing all the
time. Now in front of them there were dozens and dozens of beds and they
all looked the same.

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"Choose the wrong one and you'll never get back" laughed the shadow.
Feneela started to cry. "I don't know which is my bed any more." she cried.
Terry grabbed her hand. "I've got and idea." he said. "When I say run we
have to be quick."
Feneela stopped crying and looked at Terry.
"You see there is only one real bed and only one real Octie and one real
Daisy Mazey in that bed." whispered Terry to Feneela then.
"Ready." whispered Terry. " now." "Octie." shouted Terry.
"Daisy Mazey." shouted Feneela.
Terry was right from only one of
the beds and not too far away, a
big pair of round eyes looked
over the side of the bed, they
looked towards Terry and Octie
waved a long tentacle.

In the bottom bed of the same bunk

Daisy Mazey sat up and waved to
Feneela.
"Now." shouted Terry. "Now.
Run.. run.. run.."

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Holding hands Terry and Feneela ran towards the bed as fast as their legs
could carry them, as they ran they heard the shadow shouting getting closer
behind them.
They both jumped the last short distance t into the bed, Terry into the top
bunk, Feneela into the bottom.
Terry closed his eyes and grabbed Octie. It was all very quiet.
After a few moments Terry dared to open his eyes, it was very dark. Then he
could just make out the shape of the bedroom window. Terry felt for the
small torch he kept under his pillow. He switched it on and shone it around
the room. He was back in his bedroom, he shone the torch into the bottom
bunk, little Tim was there, fast a sleep. Terry lay back in his bed he really
was back home and safe, he hugged Octie.
Terry suddenly sat up in his bed, he just had a thought, he looked at Octie
straight into those big round eyes.
"Perhaps it had all been a dream." he said holding Octie at arms length.
Octie looked back at Terry and
winked one of his big round eyes.
Octie then lifted up one of his long
arms to show Terry.
Clutched tightly in the end of Octies
arm, was a large, very beautiful
magnolia flower.

At the other side of town Feneela was

crying but crying with joy as she sat up
in her bed hugging and hugging Daisy
Mazey.
O it was just a dream said Feneela,
hugging Daisy tighter.
Daisy Mazey gently picked a magnolia
petal form Feneelas hair and with a
smile quietly dropped it behind the bed.
What neither of them knew was that
there paths would cross again one day.

End
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About these books

This series of books was designed with two functions in mind :Firstly as a reading resource for primary education at schools and for private
tuition. They are graded from simple picture books to full text short stories.
The layout is simple and designed to be fun and downloaded so they may
be used without being connected to the internet.
The layout and text is designed for easy reading on computer screens.
Instructors and parents can be assured there is nothing in these books
that not suitable for young children.

contact - tonyonthemoon.co.uk

Secondly or possibly primarily, somewhere for

my little cartoon characters to live. I have been
a draftsman for many years and during idle
moments and in meetings, especially in
meetings, little characters get doodled. These
characters seem to take on a little life of their
own and hang around in the mind until they
eventually find a home in a story. They then
seem to go away until the next one comes
along. These books and the original web site is
somewhere to share these little cartoon
characters with. If they give anybody a little
enjoyment then I am well pleased.
These original picture books are free to
download, keep, copy, print and use quite freely
without any restriction. Tony J Moon

Tonys Fun Poetry

There is also a series
of illustrated poetry for
children with levels
from simple to complex
which you may find
interesting.
Dodgy Publications
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