The Giants Daughter at the Burton

The Giants daughter hated the castle she had inherited after her father fell off the beanstalk. He was a cruel man who took pleasure in singing the old family song

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an English man
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread

And bread he baked, but more than this he also baked cakes and pastries of all shapes and sizes which she still missed. He was famous across the sky for his Belgian buns (made with real Belgians of course) and French stick loaves (made with French cyclists' legs) and Cornish pasties (made with Cornish miners)

But to be honest she was pleased to have the castle to herself, it was time she made some changes and over the next few days she decided to clear the castle of all the old junk which her father had hoarded.

So she ordered the servants to clear out the west wing and haul all the furniture, books and junk outside and place them on the castle drive. She looked at it all, swords, shields, tapestries, paintings and books, lots and lots of old books. But without a twinge of regret she nodded to the servants to begin whilst she began to redecorate.

She plastered and painted throughout, all white and bright, none of those old dark fusty colours. The halls slowly became sleek and modern, open plan with coffee tables, angle poised lamps and piles of stylish magazines.

At last she sat down in one of her new chrome edged recliners with a view across the gently rolling cloudscape. From here she could clearly see the castle drive where the servants still struggled with the clearing out. She watched as they took piece after piece and threw them off the white ramparts to litter the land below.

It was a ordinary day in Bideford and Michael was out fishing with his dad Tony . They hadn't any luck so far. But suddenly as if time had changed Michael felt a tug on his line. He quickly told his dad as he excitedly as he reeled in his line . But to his dismay when all the line was reeled in their on the end of his line was not a fish but an old watch.

It started to rain and thinking that they weren't going to catch any thing anyway they decided to walk home. When they got home Tony took a closer look at the watch and saw that it was an old watch from world war two. He told his son about his findings and told him that he should give it to the local museum for display.

A young, lilac-haired, azure-blue-eyed woman is slicing a loaf of white bread when a small, black'n'white-striped butterfly kite flies in and falls into a pink, ceramic bowl full of hot, delicious tomato soup. The young woman (Minerva) leaps back in surprise.
"What on earth?" exclaims Minerva.
As she edges towards the bowl, the butterfly kite emerges - half-smothered in delicious, hot tomato soup - and Minerva sighs. Out of the corner of her left eye, she spots some rainbow, checkered oven gloves and slips them on. With the gloves, she eases the tomato-stinking kite out of the soup and lays it in the sink.
"I'll get Lizzie to clean that mess!"

- [x] It was a midsummer day and the sun hit Bob on his bald head but that wasn't the only thing that was going to hit him on the head today. He sat on his deck chair sipping a
coke he saw some thing a smal black dot in the sky heading for him very very fast
He briefly caught a small amount of writing. soviet newts. CLANG the container of whatever it was landed on his head he lay there bleeding while Billion the blacksmith carried the container of spam away on his anvil and left Bob to die.

Bob looked at the pool of blood surrounding him he was most disappointed in Billion it wasn't very humble of him to leave Bob to die he looked at Billions distant face as he chewed on a pen nib "help me" Bob said " Oh I didn't see you lying there," Billion replyed looking guilty he helped Bob up and took him to hospital and they became good friends and they promised next time a tin of spam falls unexpectedly from the sky they'd check if it hit anyone on the head. They chucked the spam in a box and shipped to the museum for £367 so having concussion from a tin of flying spam does have its up sides.

The goose puppet fell with a bump, a bash, and a thud into the dark and sooty chimney. Three years later the owners of the bungalow decided to renovate the old chimney and the fire it lead to. When they demolished the chimney they found in it, a metal goose. Now the metal goose had no idea why it was there or even where "there" was. So it took him by surprise when the entire thing just imploded on top of him with a crash. The owners of the house (who wish to remain unnamed) found him and took him in to be washed, thinking they could give him to their daughter. When he had been washed they left him on a towel to dry while they went off to make food. While they were out the room the neighbors dog Fred came in through the window and stole the goose. Fred ran out the house to go and play with his new toy. He went to the local canal to sit on the grass and play with the goose when he heard something rustling in the bushes and went to investigate. He stuck his head in the bush and recoiled with terror IT WAS A DEMOGORGON !!!!. Quick as a flash the dog ran out of the bush and straight back home dropping the goose in the canal in the process. The goose was very happy and lived on the canal with the real geese for the rest of eternity.

THE END.

The painting fell out of the sky, thumping Percy on the head in the process. "OUCH!!!". He cried. As the painting started rolling down the hill building up speed as it went. Percy chased after it but wasn't quick enough to stop it falling into the ditch. SPLAT! It was ruined. "NOOOOOOOOOO" Percy yelled. He hadn't even got a chance to look at it. He ran over to find me and I ran over too. I was a human after all. I brought the painting inside, wiped off the mud and stared in awe at the painting! It was of a boy feeding pigs! Just like me!
WOW. I thought. And with that in mind I went to feed the pigs.

Gertrude, a member of the council, sat down, and let out a dramatic sigh of relief. He breathed in the musty smell of carpets, suits, and dodgy aftershave.

He took the lid off his flask of boiled cabbage soup, and nodded to what Greg, another member of the council said as he slagged off home educated children.

“They should all be in schools, ready for harvest!” Greg Said.

“No!” Dick, another member, disagreed. “They CAN be home schooled, but only if they pay us loads of money!”

Gertrude propped himself up. “What if we-”

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Before any of them could continue, you wouldn't believe it, an enormous.... Statue of a unicorn broke through the celing and landed with an almighty crash onto the table.
"Are you migrating legally?" One of them asked the unicorn.

All the council members screamed like girls and hopped about wondering what to do, while Dave phoned the police, who said they would be sending over somebody else to pick it up, as the museum was too busy dealing with similar events.

Half an hour later, the men in black turned up with a bag, a broom, a crane and a tray.

“Thank god you're here, we had no idea what we should do!” The council member said in a tone of relief.

The children were playing in the park on the swings when a mirror fell screaming from the sky. The children were quite scared at this point but they got even more scared when the pieces scattered into the shape of a smiley face. then the shards formed back into the mirror and a phantom rose out of the mirror, children running away. 2 days later the bravest kid came to pick up the mirror only to be turned to dust when he touched it. Many lives were lost before someone found out glass and wood were immune, but the phantom was never seen again except the exact sound of smashing glass echoing on dark nights.

The giant's daughter was enjoying her minimalist decor of the west wing as her servant brought dinner of beans on toast.

She took one bite and the dry white processed toast made her pine for her father's old mill to run again; the mill which ground the flour and made incredible breads, pastries and pies for all the sky castles for as far as the eye could see. Oh what she would do for a Welsh cake right now (made with real Welsh choral singers of course!)

But at that very moment a grounds man servant was struggling with a chest filled with old books which she remembered well. As a child she would sit on her fathers knee and he would read her stories like, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Rumple-stilt-skin and Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

A pang of regret ran threw her.

'No, not that' she shouted, jumping up and sprinting off towards the cloud drive to stop the servants throwing any more off.

'Stop!' She shouted again and the box of books was saved in the nick of time.

Now, where are the keys to the mill house, I've had enough of cheap breads made with grain, it's time we renewed our family history and got back into grinding and baking!

But for the mill wheel to turn again, she would have to find some human bones to grind, so she commanded the castle navigator to make the descent. On the ground it became foggy and cold, so thick was the fog the castle created people used to call it a pea-souper!

'Navigator, where are we?' She asked. 'Yorkshire I believe, my lady' came the reply. 'Great we'll have to bake some proper Yorkshire puddings, with extra gravy too.'

So she sang, in her lady giants voice ready for the mill wheel turn once more.

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an English man
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread

Which was your favourite clue? Which was really hard and could have been done better?

So what will happens next in the story as Cloud Castle has just landed in Yorkshire?

From this gallery, which artefact would you choose to be thrown off Cloud Castle?

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