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23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

15 Aug - 18:03
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15 Aug - 17:48
Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

15 Aug - 17:43
“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

11 Aug - 20:12
“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb

27 Jul - 01:37
I love you

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here's to a new day xxxx

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16 - The Squeewee Chronicles - The Beechomp Home
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sat 27 Dec 14
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Suffice to say, he fainted again after discovering this. When he woke up, he was on a settee, sitting on a beret. The family had gathered around, and were gazing at him.

He felt on the verge of fainting again, but then decided that he had
done enough of that and suppressed this need. He decided to just shut
his eyes.

Then he smelt muffins. He opened his eyes, and saw there was a giant
lemon muffin sat in front of him. He lifted himself on, and began to

They were whispering to each other. Was this a real squeebrew? For the first time? Yes. And he was eating Finns muffin.

 "Sorry to disturb your feast, but are you... a squeebrew?" asked Finn, tentatively.

"Yesh." He then continued to munch.

 "Are you... a pig?" then asked Jayke.


 "Are you hungry?" Mum asked, raising an eyebrow.


Dad quickly left the scene, and came in with a plate full of steaming
curry and rice. Squeewee threw his muffin aside, and waded in, pushing
grains and vegetables into his tiny yet voracious maw.

He was now covered in sauce. When he couldn't eat anymore, he laid down
in the middle of a pool of sauce. Only 15 grains of rice and one chunk
of potato was left on the plate.

"We are the Beechomp family. We are vegetarian, and do not eat pigs-"


"Alright, squeebrews. However, would you like to stay with us?"

"Ifh youh sherve thath evereeh nighth, I will shtay forever!"

"Your wish is our command! I shall escort you around the house. You might want to wash first."

Squeewee sat up, and looked at his sauce-stained garment. He nodded, then picked a cube of aubergine off his stomach.

He was then escorted to the bathroom sink, where he was rinsed off.
Squeewee resisted the cold water. He requested a bath immediately after.

When questioned who he thought he was, he told them he was the Prince of Isqueel. he then got a bath to swim in.

Things got pretty good from then on. Curry and rice was served every night, and gradually Squeewees wanderlust decreased.

He had found a place to lay his weary head.

Over time, he began to form a relationship with over teddy bears. Now, the really exciting stuff began to happen.

End of Chapter 1.

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