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About the Author

Marjorie-Ann is happily married to Peter and they live in the village

of Whitwell where she was born. 45 years on sees her as a loving

mother to her son and loving Nana to her two grandchildren. She has

been an active volunteer teacher’s assistant for many years and loves

art and crafts, which she shares with children in school.

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Dedication

With gratitude to my best friend my husband Peter, for his loyal

support always in all that I do and in all that concerns me.

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A trio of children’s fantasy tales…

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Copyright © Marjorie-Ann Gladman (2015)

The right of Marjorie-Ann Gladman to be identified as author of this

work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of

the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,

stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any

means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise,

without the prior permission of the publishers.

Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this

publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for

damages.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British

Library.

ISBN 9781784555627 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781784555634 (Hardback)

www.austinmacauley.com

First Published (2015)

Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.

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Canary Wharf

London

E14 5LQ

Printed and bound in Great Britain

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Acknowledgments

To my wonderful son Julian for always being there for me when I

need him most.

For my dear sister Christine for her belief and loving support

throughout the years.

Also, my dear friend Maxine Hunt for encouraging me never to

give up on my quest in life.

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Grizzle the greedy green goblin was sitting all alone in a

moonlit faerie glen. With his legs crossed, he was perched

upon the top of a very large leathery old toadstool. His ugly

green face was twisted with his evil thoughts as he busily

made his plans. He knew they would earn him lots and lots

of lovely gold.

“O how I do love gold,” he muttered greedily.

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He chuckled, rubbing his hot greedy hands together as he

shivered with excitement, thinking about the golden coins

he would put into his treasure chest. He thought of all the

human folk who walked through this way with their

children to play in this very beautiful glen. He knew he had

to stop them from doing so somehow. For they could spoil

his evil plans with their goodness. His thoughts raced on. He

spoke aloud to himself.

“Now they are all fast asleep and out of my way it’s time

to put my plan to work.”

Muttering, he jumped down from the toadstool. Then,

dancing and jigging about in a very strange manner, he sang

a very sad magic lullaby that would invade the peaceful

dreams of all mortals and their offspring living close by. He

bid them as they slept to keep away from the lovely glen

that was about to change into a sinister place of darkness,

danger and fear.

His moody melancholy voice drifted upon the air. The

magical atmosphere of the glen slowly faded away as it

became moonless and dark.

A moaning wind arose. It was icy cold. A smelly,

swirling green fogginess withered the soft grass. The ground

became hard and dry and most uncomfortable to walk on.

The fogginess choked all the leaves on the trees and they

fell silently from their branches, making a smelly, dirty

looking carpet on the stony ground. The trees were now

very ghostlike. Their branches creaked and swayed

ominously, looking almost as if they were alive. All the

sweetly perfumed blossoms and wild flowers wilted and

drooped. Frightened woodland creatures sensed the danger

and fled in fear of their lives to find safety. All mortals

would now be so afraid, no longer wishing to come here.

The glen was no longer a place of beauty and peace. Grizzle

the greedy green goblin was now in control and he meant