Glenda the Wendle and the Sad Noise

Glenda woke very early. It was a lovely sunny morning. The night before the wind had howled and shrieked around the Gnarly Wood.

She wended her way through the Gnarly Wood. Everywhere was dripping wet. She did not mind, Wendles do not wear clothes so it does not matter if they get dripped on.

You have never seen a Wendle? I am not surprised, they are very shy and as soon as they hear a yuman bean in the Gnarly Wood, they hide. Wendles are very, very good at hiding. You could stand right next to one and not see it.

Wendles are about middle height with tree bark coloured curly fur. They have fur everywhere, even on their eyelids. They have long arms which reach almost to the ground. As you might expect they have hands on the end of those arms. Their fingers are long and thin and end in long black fingernails. They have dark black eyes which look like the knots in bark when open and disappear into their furry faces when closed.
This fine and sunny morning the tree toppers were trilling their heats out. Glenda stood and listened. In the distance she could hear a treebanger tapping on the bark. From everywhere there came the sound of rustlings and snabbling as the creatures of the Gnarly Wood did the things they normally did when the sun came up.
Glenda drew in a great big sniff of air and smelt the grass growing. If you have a very good scentability, and you sniff very carefully, you too can smell the grass grow.
Glenda put her ear to a tree and listened to it growing. If you have very good earsight and you listen very carefully, you too can hear a tree grow.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood listening. She could hear the digunders in the ground, tunnelling away and hunting for wurrums. She could hear the callapitters chomping away at the leaves in the trees. She could even hear the silk spinners making their silk fly catchers. These were all happy noises.
Suddenly, very faintly, she heard a sad sound. Someone sounded very unhappy.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood following the sound. She met a small squeaker. It foozled down a tree and sat on her shoulder.
“Good morning,” said Glenda. Wendles are always polite.
“Good morning” replied the tiny squeaker
“Can you hear someone making a sad noise?” asked Glenda.
The tiny squeaker put its head on one side and listened. “No, sorry,” it said. “I can only hear the nuts that I buried in autumn in the ground under this tree calling for me to dig them up.”
It jumped down from Glenda’s shoulder and began to dig. Very soon it found a whole pantry of nuts and began eating.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood, following the sad noise.
Soon she met a tummycrawler. It sidewaysed up to her.


“Good morning,” said Glenda.
“Good morning to you,” mizzled the tummycrawler.
“Can you hear someone making a sad noise?” asked Glenda.
The tummycrawler turned its head first one way then the other. “No,” it mizzled. “I can only hear the brids in the tree and I am going to catch one for my breakfast.”
It sidewaysed away from Glenda and slimed itself up the tree.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood, following the sad noise.
A digunder popped its head out of the ground by her feet. It peeped short sightedly at Glenda.


“Good morning,” said Glenda
“Good morning,” said the digunder.
“Can you hear someone making a sad noise?” asked Glenda.
The digunder waffled its nose and said. “No, sorry. All I can hear are the wurrums calling me for my breakfast.” It turned round and disappeared back into its tunnel.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood, following the sad noise.
She came to a small clearing in the middle of the Gnarly Wood. There she saw a sorry sight. There was a tall birch tree lying on the ground. The wind had brought it down. Stood next to it and making the sad sounds that Glenda had heard was a family of grizzlers.
You have never seen a grizzler? Well I am not surprised. They are even more shy than Wendles. The only come out at night when there is no-one around. They look like Wendles only more so. They have great big black eyes so that they can see in the dark, but unlike a lot of animals their eyes do not light up when a torch is shone at them. Their teeth are black too. Not because they do not clean them, but so that they can open their mouths at night without their teeth shining white. Their fur is the colours of the night, black, dark green and browns.
If you were to go walking in the Gnarly Wood in the dark you would not be able to see a grizzler. However, they would be able to see you, very clearly. If you have ever walked in the Gnarly Wood at night and felt an icy cold wind on the back of your neck, that was a grizzler having fun with you. They are not dangerous, they live on mushrooms, roots and berries, but they do like to scare people just because they can.
“Good morning,” said Glenda. “This is too nice a day to be sad on.”
The grizzler said “It is not a good morning for us. We do not like to be out in the light. It makes our heads ache.”
“Oh, I am sorry,” said Glenda. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I am Gary Grizzler and this is my wife, Gertie Grizzler and these are our children, Gerry and Grace.”
The other grizzlers bowed to Glenda, so she bowed back.
Gary went on. “We heard about the Wendle Ball so we decided to have an all night rave for the creatures in the Gnarly Wood who do not go out in the day. Gertie made a lot of Dark Truckle cakes and Black Truffle pies and we got lots of Blackberry Wine. All the Nightflyers, the Moonchasers, Howler birds, the Silent Squeaker catchers and lots of others all came.”
Gertie put in. “Even the Furry purrers turned up and they are very fussy about where they go.”
Gary nodded. “We danced and sang and feasted. We let the children stay up early as it was their first Rave. The noise we made was hidden by the sound of the wind. Then, when the sky began to turn red everyone said ‘Good morning’ and began to go home.”
Gertie gave a great big sob. “We brought the last of the Black Truffle pies home with us for breakfast. But when we got here we found that the wind had blown that tree down right over the door to our nest. We cannot get in and we really need to curl up and go to sleep away from this dreadful sunlight.”
All four of the grizzlers began to sob, a terribly sad sound.
Glenda went over to the tree. She tried to lift it, but it was too heavy for her.
“Perhaps if we all tried together, we might manage,” she said.
The grizzlers and Glenda together could not move the tree.
A tell-tall bird came and sat on a branch. Tell tale birds are very nosy. They like to listen to everyone’s conversations and then tell everyone else what people are saying.


“You need a treechewer.”It warbled. “There is a family of them by the lake over there.
Glenda left the grizzlers by the fallen tree and went down to the lake.
“Good morning,” she said to a family of treechewers who were sat looking sadly at their home.


“Good morning” replied the Father Treechewer.
Glenda explained about the grizzlers and the birch tree.
“We would love to help,” said the Father Treechewer. “But as you can see the wind last night blew the lake water all over our house and it has washed away the mud. Now the house leaks.”
“You need some more mud,” said Glenda.
“Yes,” said the treechewer, “But the soil round the lake is dry and it is going to take hours to turn it into mud.”
“You need a herd of mud wallowers,” said the tell tale bird which had been listening to them, There are some in the Gnarly Wood over there.”
Glenda went into the Gnarly Wood and sure enough there was a family of mud wallowers grubbling around in the bushes.


“Good morning,” said Glenda
“Good morning to you,” said the mudwallowers.
“I wonder if you would like to go down to the edge of the lake and turn the shore into mud so the treechewers may mend their house?” asked Glenda.
“We would love to go and roll in some mud, “gruntled the mudwallowers, but we have not had our breakfast yet and someone has taken all the black truffles.”
“The grizzlers have some Black Truffle pies,” said the tell-tale bird that had followed Glenda into the Gnarly Wood.
“Follow me,” said Glenda
She led the mudwallowers to where the grizzlers were sat, trying to hide under the fallen birch tree.
“If you give the mudwallowers your Black Truffle pies, they will make mud for the treechewers. When the treechewers have mended their house with the mud, they will come and chew up the tree.” said Glenda.
Soon the mudwallowers had eaten all the pies. The charged off to the lake side and rolled over and over on the bank, turning it into nice soft mud. The treechewers came and collected it and slapped it all over their house filling in all the holes.
When every last hole was filled, they came to the grizzler’s home and very quickly chewed the tree into logs.
“This is very nice,” mumbled the Father Treechewer. “There is nothing like a bit of fresh birch bark for breakfast.”
They dragged away the pieces and with cries of joy and great big yawns, the grizzlers crept into their home. “Thank-you,” they cried. They shut the door and no doubt curled up to go to sleep.
The tell tale bird flew away to tell all the Gnarly Wood about the grizzlers. The mudwallowers lay in the mud by the lake and gruntled with pleasure. The treechewers put the birch logs in their pantry to eat later and went into their nice mud covered home.
Glenda wended her way through the Gnarly Wood, back home. She listened to the trees growing It was such a happy sound. She smelt the grass growing. It was such a happy scent.

3 Responses

  1. Beanstew says:

    This is a good sequel to the original Glenda the Wendle story. I read it, and got to the end feeling that I could hear the trees growing and smell the grass growing. Imaginative use of language.

  2. Owdboggy says:

    Thank-you Beannstew. There are now 5 Glenda the Wendle Stories. Finished one today. Maybe another one on the way too.

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