Followers of the arcane and whimsical will realise at once that the high level and secretive nature of the tummy mountain laboratory's research programs are usually not made public. Though in this case a rare exception has been made.
The Small One, helped by Wee Little, has made startling progress in their quest to fly. Earlier attempts using the process of running whilst flapping the arms have been abandoned in favour of an "assisted" flight technique, in which a trampoline (also known as a "jumpoline") is used to create the initial sensation of take off!
Work is being undertaken by the boffins in the lab to propel these little ones further afield.
Some times on tummy mountain, when the winds blow and the seasons change it is time to go beyond the pond and the swing, and explore the valleys beyond. The little ones navigate by the tried and true technique of climbing trees to see where to go next. In this fashion we have travelled all around tummy mountain, to arrive back here were we started. The scientists among us have concluded that tummy mountain is indeed round. Rounder than previously thought. Now we know that it is all nonsense about coming to the edge of tummy mountain and falling off.
Wee Small and the Tiny One are both in agreement, which in itself is a wonderful thing. Their favourite colour is “lellow.”
They also love balloons, but this is a topic of contention. You see, Wee Small loves “aa-lloons” whereas The Tiny One loves “BOONS.”
I thought to myself “what an odd word ‘boon’”
I felt strangely compelled. I could feel it had an attraction either to me or in some way this place, Tummy Mountain. It was time to look in the big books. The little ones climbed to the highest shelf and knocked the largest dustiest book onto the floor. I blew the dust off the cover to reveal its title, Wikipedia, and we flipped to the relevant page to learn;
“Boon is also a common Chinese name derived from the Chinese Character 'Wen', meaning honest and kind, giant Chinese pandas”
Honest and kind giant Chinese Pandas!
Not just honest and kind, but also giant!
The little ones have rushed outside to find some honest and kind giant Chinese pandas.
When the rain comes it is a time of great jubilation on tummy mountain. Puddles come back to life, all ready to be jumped in. Mud gains those special curative properties enhanced by being flung about. Windows steam up all ready for new drawings to be smeared into them by little fingers.
For the small one though it is a time of quiet introspection with an umbrella.
The joy is beheld by all when it is time to celebrate the arrival of a new cardboard box on tummy mountain! Yesterday an exceptionally large one appeared in the morning light, ready to have wheels, faces, dials, and giant monster teeth drawn on it. The box knew that it's contents were irrelevant to the little ones and that a rigorous day of activities were planned for it.
Sometimes on tummy mountain the online world drops in and says "hello." Ruth at Cooplet has tagged the little ones on tummy mountain to participate in the revealing game of "6 unique things"
Link to the person who tagged you. Mention the rules. Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself. Tag six other bloggers by linking to them. Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.
I rounded up a bevy of little ones by the pond and after conducting extensive interviews I have extrapolated what I think is the most pertinent and relevant facts for our readers;
The Wee One: Sometimes I write on the walls. No-one has ever found out.
The Tiny One: I can't have beetroot. I am electrical to it.
Wee Small: Well... there was a frog, and... it jumped, and I saw it jump, and... then it was still, and then...then I saw..then it was a frog, like a frog is and... and...it jumped..and that's it!
The Small One: I have a snail collection in my bed.
The Smallest of All: ... eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, fourteen, eighteen, eleventeen, four, twelve, eleven, twenty!
Little Tiny: I put all my left over bananas down the back of the couch to save them for later.
The little ones haven't tagged anyone because they're not big enough.
Readers would be forgiven to believe that tummy mountain is the kind of place where the sound of little ones permeates the air continuously. And that would be fairly accurate. At this very moment the wee one is talking with some birds in a tree. Maybe "yelling" would be a better term for an observer, but in her mind I am sure she is having a little chat. Yet there are times when a beautiful quiet stillness settles on the tummy homestead, sometimes in the afternoon with the light coming softly in the kitchen window. In these moments other phenomona can be observed - such as happy fruit.
“October” yells the Tiny One, and then runs out the back door. I guess that means it’s time to move onto other things. Not for Wee Small though. Wee small is still busy smearing oranges all over the window. She says she is making rainbows. Not with even the largest leaps of imagination can I see that.
There are those who have been most interested in knowing how the little ones latest building project is going. Well the little ones can proudly say they have finished mister snail's new home on time and on budget. The fact that he does not need one has gone by unnoticed, and that there isn't a front door seems to have escaped the small ones attention too. Strangely enough mister snail hasn't noticed these things either and seems very happy in his new house!
The day began as it always does on tummy mountain. The tiny one was playing in the big cardboard box while I was busy removing her toy frogs from the teapot. It is a daily ritual that brings comfort to us all.
T-rex loves to play and loves to surprise the others. Just now he has decided to play "RAAA MONSTERS" with these little ones, but without telling them first. Yet no matter how hard he tries to be friendly it seems that everyone runs away in terror shrieking when he comes to play. Poor t-rex. It never gets him down though. He keeps happily playing by himself until he runs into some new friends!
We thought maybe we would be in trouble for bringing all that mud from the pond into the house and putting it into the beds. Then we saw ourselves in the mirror and we knew we were very stylish even though we are covered in mud. Now we have put mud into the keyboard so we may have to go and hide somewhere.
The tummy mountain astronomical society made the front page of etsy with the sensational discovery of a new star. The hitherto unknown star was discovered by chief astronomer, The Small One, as she was engaged in some high level research running around the garden.
We're sitting back on tummy mountain and having a look at just how long the meadow grass is growing at this time of year. Maybe we need to get some kind of lawn mower, like a sheep. Or a giant rabbit. Do giant rabbits eat grass?
The news has just come in that the little ones have been causing a ruckus on the front page of etsy. The Small One was captured, using the latest technology pencils and paints, storming off from an unpleasant moment of an uncertain nature. Wee Small witnessed the event and had this to say; "Look! Birds!"
Sometimes this rambling blog may convey the impression that it is nothing but sunshine, picnics, and dancing with rabbits on Tummy Mountain. Well it is! Well, mostly sunshine and picnics, but there is a serious side to Tummy Mountain. A side of strenuous effort and grindstones to shoulders and things like that.
1.) Not just any cloud can be played on! First they go through a rigorous process of examination that includes such crucial tests as patting, jumping, hiding behind, and manoeuvrability. Our top scientist, The Small One, makes sure each cloud on Tummy Mountain is up to standard. She has a clipboard.
stage 4: patting test
2.)Wee Tiny and Wee Small had to stop the important task of gluing sticks and leaves to pieces of paper, to take part in a little bit of brushing leaves and sticks and poo off the trampoline. The poo had been left there without malice, but a little carelessly by some possums who like to jump on the trampoline. And they jump on it all night long.
Yes it is 24hours and 7 days a week at Tummy Mountain. Everyone is doing there bit.
Everyone on tummy mountain is very excited! We are featured today on cuteable!
Tonight we are having a party to celebrate. We have been sitting at the table for ages. The Little One is making a lovely meal of handfuls of lawn and raw egg in a glass. She hasn't quite finished as it is a very difficult recipe.
Thanks to Lynsey at cuteable! The little ones will send some dinner over to you. Yum.
We have been trying to catch clouds today with not much success.
...well, to be accurate, no success.
We're not very good at ropes. We're better at spelling. But we're not sure about "lasso" - that doesn't look right. Maybe we spelt "lasso" wrong and that is why we cannot catch a cloud. Maybe we spelt "spelled" wrong. Maybe we're not good at spelling either.
Finally we have tied enough ladders together so we can climb to the moon. We want to visit the man in the moon, and we want to get some moonlight for wee small's birthday cake. When we ask her how old she is going to be she says "I'm turning small tomorrow."
We have been jumping up and down on the couch and have spilled banana smoothies all over it. The tall one is a bit cross. But we are so excited because we have been on the front page of etsy a few more times, and we are going to be featured on cuteable on July 30.
I think the couch needs to be jumped on one more time.
"I have to confess that my principle reason for this excursion was to indulge in some of the local cuisine. The Horsetails are particularly full of flavour at this time of year, but really it is the Lepidodendron and Glossopteris that make my mouth water. The secret is to eat just the tips - that's it! The rest is just roughage, sure it's full of fibre but it's not very tasty. If you ever find yourself up here you have just got to try the Clubmosses in the Bajocian Valley. Beyond Yum!"
The little ones are crawling around on the floor making “blob blob” noises. Their clothes are making the floor cleaner. They tell me that they are fish and the floor is the ocean. It seems I have been wrong about so many things for so long.
" I always make a point of visiting the natural features of the local area. Gondwana Mountain came highly recommended by all the locals. It was quite a steep climb and I had to rest a few times on the way up. I stood well back from the edge and let my long neck crane over the edge, until I felt a little dizzy. The view was amazing, and I think if you're ever in that part of the world you should check it out."
"The morning dawned bright and clear. I wandered down to the Tethys Ocean for a wee dip. The locals say that due to the tectonic movements of the earth's crust the Tethys is getting larger. All the more room for a big diplodocus I say. I hopped right in. The water was lovely and warm."
"Later that evening I arrived at my destination. The night manager guided me to my own private valley at the resort. It was very comfortable and had 360 degree views of the mountains all around. Being fairly exhausted from the long journey it was not long until I had embarked upon another short trip; this time to the land of nod. "
"I have decided to go on a holiday. It is time for a change of scenery. Drop out of the hustle and the bustle, and just amble slowly up the coast. Always a beautiful sunset over the ocean. Nothing much has changed here since the late Triassic, and I like it that way. "
Well it has been heads down and tummies up on the mountain. The little ones ran out one day with magnifying glasses to see what they could see. And they could see lots of insects! ...mainly slow insects ...well, mainly snails. But Oh Such Snails! Such marvelous spirally snails! And some of the snails weren't just shells!
As I round the corner of the garden shed I hear snickering, giggling, and raucousness . The hallmarks of mischievious deeds by small folk. And indeed where once was the proud and iconic display of tumbled up gumboots by the back door in all states of sloshiness, now 'tis merely the muddy crumbs of dirt and despair that greets me. In all this emptiness I wonder how so many gumboots, galoshes, wellingtons by other names could possibly be providing so much mirth for those so small of stature.
Mainly I wonder where the boots are. My feet are wet.
The darkness was impenetrable. I felt lost and confused. And I was cold, quite cold. Then a light shone in the darkness and I could hear a faint wee voice singing "deedle deedle dee' - a song that brings joy to the heart. A denizen of the deep slowly meandered by leaving mirth and merriment behind in his wake.
we have been squeezing the mud through our toes. wee tiny is making mud cakes. Delicious! one of the very small was on a slippery slide and was a bit scared. and that made the front page of Etsy. there were lots of things in a very beautiful treasury by knots. We did not know because we were feeling the sun dry the mud on our skin.
The sun has gone behind the clouds and the evening shadow of tummy mountain covers our little place. It is now time to do origami because we like to fold paper up. Some of the little ones are better at scrunching up paper. Some of the little ones are not devotees of origami in the strictest sense of the word. Tragedy occurs. The smallest of the small has cut her finger on the scissors.