I want to try a serious attempt at creating a group story; lets see if we are able to work together and put our abilities together to produce a story worth reading. You never know between us all we may create the best tale ever. Just continue the story in the comment section

Good luck
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Chapter one. Randolfs bazaar

"There must be one ere that you like darling”

“Oh really, I dunno daddy, can’t we just go to Lemmington Town, Sandy got her one from there, its really good. You know it can…”

The sulky little blonde lass was abruptly cut off by her aggravated father before she stared one of her long winded rambles which would have infuriated him further so.

“Now look ere sugar pie” said the father with a tightened lip and reddened face, “I really haven’t the time to be travelling all the way across Granvels meadows to get to Lemmington Town just to buy you a new pet now and besides what’s wrong with this lot ere?”

“Their no good daddy” stamped the little madam

“Why?”

“There just sitting there the miserable little pappies and look, they haven’t even got little curly beards like Sandys one…they’re a bit shabby daddy”

Whilst the father and daughter continued to argue a small ratty man emerged from one of the dimly lit corners of the rotting hut and revealed himself as the candlelights greeted his harsh repellent face

“What’s wrong me dear?” said Randolf as he bent down to greet the small petulant child, “don’t you like me little people?”

“No” she snapped

“Oooh, why heaven not?”

“They don’t do nothing, Sandys little man dances and does tricks, what do these lot do?”


In the corner of the ragged decrepitude shop sat five little dwarfs and two little midgets who now found themselves at the attention of the new potential owners and so rolled by just another day in which they were presented with the chance of a better life or a worse one. Behind caged walls they sat miserable in dirty doll like clothes just staring at things they’ve seen a million times before and with thoughts they think a million forever and a day, freedom.

“Oh but how wrong you are you cuddlesome little field mouse, they can do soooo much…ooh they do, would you like to see?” said Randolf

The little girl sensed that as usual she may be getting her own way and so her angelic little face brightened up with the kind of grin that would spark terror in any adult

Randolf slowly raised himself back up slowly, unbending his brittle crackling legs and straightening his crooked hobbled back to turn around painfully to face his little people.

“Oh wake up my eckle babies of delight and wonder”, he said in his toady snarly voice as he made his way towards their cage, whilst having his back to his customers. “ Brush away those snoozy fairies and stir up you dozy magical lot and be as you usually are for our little princess ere” saying so in a sweetened manner for the benefit of the little girl although at that exact time brandishing a long sharp poking stick for the midgets to see