Vesta Mini-Magic

The Painting

2009-10-15T19:39:00.000-07:00

A light stroke of a paintbrush is all it takes to bring a painting to life. The dots and lines covered the canvas in rich, earthy reds and browns. The people that stood before the famous piece of art in the gallery didn’t understand the new painting.
“I don’t understand why the artist painted such a little kangaroo?”
“It doesn’t even seem to belong in the painting.”
The little kangaroo felt even smaller and sadder as he heard these comments.
“Five minutes to closing time,” the speaker crackled.
The little kangaroo watched the people leave the gallery and the lights slowly dim.

A sigh crept around the gallery as all the figures stretched and groaned.
“I hate posing all day for those art critic snobs” said Lisa Mona.
“That’s not a smile, well what would they know” said The Scream.
“Well at least they don’t call you small” said the tiny kangaroo.
“Hush Junior, don’t talk to strangers” said the sun, peeking from behind Uluru. “We are far from home in this cold, wet land. Don’t annoy the locals.”

“Locals, who are you calling locals?” screeched The Scream.
“I don’t know why they have let dotted riff-raff into the Louvre” whispered Lisa Mona.
Everyone leaned out of their frames to peer at the strange foreign painting that now hung in the gallery. Junior tried to hop behind the big mountain, but fell out of his frame.
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed The Scream.

Poor Junior felt sadder than ever, he was so far away from Australia and all alone in this new place.
“Don’t listen to them,” said Vinnie Gogh, “I don’t.”
Junior decided explore to escape the comments that made him feel small. Hopping from room to room, he met many famous sculptures and paintings. Some were very friendly and some were just plain rude.
Junior realised that he had been hung with some very special paintings and started to feel a lot bigger and more important.
Junior wandered back to his painting.
“Oh look Spotty’s back,” snickered The Scream and Lisa Mona.
Vinnie Gogh said, “Leave him alone, he is far more important than you think. He represents his whole country. We are all from here.”
Suddenly, Junior felt a whole lot bigger and better. He hopped back into his painting as the sun lit the gallery.
“Thank you,” he whispered before the visitors came to stand before him once more.

Circus

2009-10-14T21:56:00.000-07:00

by Sarah Adair

Red and white stripes of the Big Top
Jumping, catching, flying, landing
Acrobats on wires, large trampoline
Flexible people want to be seen.

Lion tamers, elephant riders
Little French poodles riding bikes
Candyfloss, popcorn, peanuts and more
Everything you can buy from the stall.

The Ringmaster calls in the clowns
Funny faces, big floppy shoes
Smiles painted on lips
I love the circus and all its tricks.

Droopy Eyes in the car
Dreaming of being a circus star.

Dream Catcher

2009-01-27T13:05:00.000-08:00

A dream catcher is not a spirit with a net but a net with a spirit inside.

It senses a child quiver in the night, the dream suddenly filled with fright!

The dream catcher locks it away for the night

Your dreams suddenly fill with delight!

You want to sing for joy, when you see a boy

He comes to greet you with an open hand

You take it and run hand in hand

He takes you away to a magical land with rainbow slides and clouds are swings

You play with happiness and glee

And suddenly sadness falls over your face

As you realise you soon will awake

You bid the boy a sad farewell

Suddenly you fall into blackness as your eyes shudder open

You curl up in your warm, safe bed

Your eyes flicker up not only to see

Your very own dream catcher as you smile with glee.

Written by Sarah Adair 26 January 2009.

real friends

2008-12-31T23:18:00.000-08:00

A real friend is someone who smiles when they see you.

A true friend is someone who believes in you.

A best friend is Kelsey Eades-Sedgers!

Laugh

2008-10-06T01:50:00.000-07:00

Everyone needs to laugh
its sorta like a colour graph.
With reds, and blues
you will never have issues.

Here's a joke if you need to laugh.

What's the definition of a snail?

A slug with a crash helmet.

By Sarah he ha he
hope you agree?

whats inside (poem)

2008-10-05T17:06:00.000-07:00

Life new born
Other people matter
Very special Mom
Elizabeth my beautiful sister

These things are what makes LOVE so special.
By Sarah

Thank you for your support

2008-10-05T14:27:00.000-07:00

I thank you all for your support, it makes my heart feel warm inside. I hadn't really thought about writing the next story of Tuffty, because I had written it a long time ago and forgotten about it. Now I see I have to write Chapter Two because it just doesn't make sense without the rest of the story.

Thank you so much for reading my Blog, I am sweating with the pressure of writing now - Just kidding.

Sarah

The Tales of Tuffty Teddy.

2008-10-04T16:34:00.000-07:00

One Saturday at 4.05pm a little girl saw a teddy. The little girl's name was Kate and the little teddy was called Tuffty. Kate was a greedy little girl and so as soon as she saw Tuffty she begged her Dad until Tuffty was hers.

As the years went by Tuffty became less interesting for Kate. He was a worn out scruffy old teddy. One day Kate got a new teddy. He was shiny, his eyes were black, he had blue, red, purple and brown fur, but that wasn't all he could do. He could growl, roar and go to sleep!
"This new teddy has to go!" said Tuffty to himself.

So he told the other teddy to "Get lost!", but the new teddy said "Why don't you?"

Tuffty thought and thought and then he got an idea. He would flush him down the toilet, but instead Tuffty had to be picked out of the toilet.

Tuffty finally got a good idea, he would become friends with him and it worked.

So to this day Tuffty and the new teddy were friends until the new, new teddy came. So the story continues in Ocean Adventure.

In the next story they all become friends, they also get names, but you'll have to wait and read.

By Sarah Adair

Sarah

2008-10-04T16:17:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Vesta-Mini-Magic!

To my special talented magical daughter Sarah, Welcome to your own Blog. I know that you will get lots of pleasure sharing your beautiful stories with our friends and family.

All my love
Mommy