Wiglington & Wenks’s Christmas Party
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A Christmas story today: part of Chapter One of the second of my four children’s adventure books, The Travels of Wiglington and Wenks.
It comes about because Wiglington and Wenks decided to give a Christmas Party when they returned from France with the first of the Carto Wiglington Maps. They wanted to say ‘thank you’ to all the people who had helped them find their heritage and start on the journey of discovering the maps treasures. They are halfway trough the party…
It must have been around midnight when they were startled by a noise coming from the far side of the barn. It sounded as though someone heavy was moving about and, given their recent experience of the Batpack, they were nervous as to who it might be.
Mr. Ruthless and RatGuard grabbed two long brass pokers from the fireplace, took a torch and set about finding out what was going on. Sir Ordy Nance wanted to go too, and Wiglington said he did, but the guard from SecuriRat said they should stay where they were.
It was an anxious few moments before Mr. Ruthless and RatGuard returned grinning from ear to ear.
“Come with us,” said Mr. Ruthless, in between chuckles as he led the way.
The light was quite dim, but with the help of the torch they could see that there was something moving around in the corner of the barn. They went nearer and there, Lo and Behold, trying to get onto its feet was a tiny new calf. As they approached, it stopped struggling and lay still, gazing at them with its big brown eyes.
They gathered round while the calf’s mother looked proudly on, munching contentedly on the hay and giving a low, gentle moo every now and then as though to say, “See how clever I am!”
Wenks suggested that they should sing a song of welcome for the new arrival because a baby is the most miraculous thing that can happen. Mr. Ruthless and RatGuard make an arch over the calf with their pokers and they all sang quietly so as not to disturb the creatures.
While they were singing, the door of the barn opened very gently and some of the villagers peered in.
Wiglington was surprised to see them at this time of night, and all dressed up too. Villagers usually went to bed early or fell asleep in front of the television.
Mr. Ruthless put the torch out because it was quite light now. The night sky was clear and there was a very bright star twinkling overhead.
Even Mr. Crosstik was there with his son, and they both took their caps off as they came in.
Everyone was very quiet and for a few moments it seemed for all the world as though man and creature were one.
Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang out.
It was a perfect end to the evening.
