(Note: The following story was the result of a 10 minute writing exercise during our last meeting. The writer was asked to incorporate the following words: Noddy and Big Ears, cottage, cup of tea, bed.)The milkman had heard the stories and read the newspapers. For the first time he wondered just what did go on inside that pretty cottage.‘I’m going to have a look!’ he decided.He dropped their bottle of full-cream milk onto the doorstep at nine o’clock one soft twilight evening. The front door was closed, of course, but he saw convenient chinks in the curtains of a few windows. He sneaked around to the kitchen window. There they were, sitting at the table drinking tea and chatting comfortably. But the milkman couldn’t hear what they were saying and after two boring minutes he pressed one ear against a corner of the window glass. Then he caught a few words.Noddy yawned and said, “Time for bed, I think.”Big Ears stretched. “Me, too. I’ll make the hot water bottle.” He went to the stove and filled an old rubber hot water bottle from the steaming kettle.‘Aha!’ thought the milkman. ‘Only one hot water bottle for the two of them!’Noddy and Big Ears left the room arm in arm. The milkman sneaked around the house to a bedroom window that also had a convenient chink between the pretty curtains. He saw there was only one bed in the room. Then Noddy and Big Ears strolled in together and started to undress. The milkman’s eyes began to pop.“Oh, the window,” said Noddy. He came to the window in his night-shirt and pulled the curtains shut. ‘Darn’, thought the milkman. ‘How do I find out now?’He tiptoed around to the kitchen again. No one in town ever locked their back door. He opened it and crept up the darkening hallway.Something white floated towards him. The milkman stepped smartly into the kitchen alcove.But it wasn’t a ghost. It was a golliwog in a white night-shirt. And he opened the bedroom door without knocking and went in…‘I don’t want to know!’ whispered the milkman, and fled.
MONYA CLAYTON© 12th June 2006