20 January 2013
Chapter 1 The garden of mr batten
Mr batten was a fierce old bloke with a flaming red beard and two terrifying bloodshot eyes that always stated out at you, like a bear who has just been woken in the freezing winter. He was a complete horror who absolutely HATED children, cute animals , fun & green veggies. What he liked was snoozing in bed all day, being lonely and most of all throwing old rotten pizza at the queen. Not the real queen just a stick woman who has a crown on her head. He slept and scowled and picked his noes then ate it. Most of the townsfolk in gardenia tried to avoid him and all the young hearts of the village were terrified of him. There teachers would say, "hand in your home work when I tell you or mr batten will come and eat you up!" That usually did the trick. Mr batten lived in a big house slam bang in the middle of the village with the biggest garden you have ever seen! It was a splendid house well should be. Mr batten had made it into a pigs sty there were smashed windows, the door bell was broken, he had pizza boxes and old milk bottles all scattered lying on the floor and he had empty cupboards with giant bugs in instead of pot noodles and though's nice cream biscuits! For a bed he had just a old blanket with giant holes in then he'd just thrown broken up bits of wood underneath. But his garden that was another matter. It was the most colourful, prettiest, flowery garden in the whole village with a giant oak tree in the middle. Around the garden was a think spiky fence to keep people out. When the townsfolk of gardenia walked past they stopped and stared. Could that Really be mr batten's garden?
Moon-Child
You're A Bad Man, Mr Batten • Opuss № I