WhatÕs under your woodheap? Mine is very special. It is the home of what I call Wobbies. One day, Jedda and I found the Wobbies by accident.
Each Wobby is a very pretty, powder blue, furry creature that is smaller than a speck of fairy dust. They live under some very old timber in a very old woodheap.
ThatÕs why they are so hard to see.
They have pouches to carry their babies, and get about on their very short legs.
They have lives very much like ours. They can read and write, build homes, and be as inventive as we are.
They fly on Magimats, attend school and play sports. Their town is so cute!
Like us, they have adventures. They have fun, they have their little dramas, and do not mind if I am near them.
Each Wobby is so special. I am sure you will enjoy their stories and adventures as much as I do.