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Georgia and the Dragon

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Georgia and the dragon by harry Oulton illustrated by Janet Cheeseman

Georgia always sleeps with her favourite bear. When he goes missing she has nightmares. A toy dragon comes to life and helps her confront her fears of the dark, spiders,wolves and fish.

Bertie’s friend Harry Oulton has given us this story in beautiful flowing verse with illustrations by Janet Cheeseman.

A Pig Called Heather by Harry Oulton And Harry has a book out by the name of “A Pig Called Heather” about a pig-headed pig who goes on a quest to London to find her best friend. You can buy it on Amazon and in good bookshops.

Georgia and the Dragon
By Harry Oulton
Illustrations by Janet Cheeseman
Read by Natasha


When Arthur hid himself away,

the house was in despair,

How on earth could Georgia sleep,

without her favourite bear?

She looked behind the cupboard,

she looked under the stair,

She looked inside the washing machine,

she hunted everywhere.

Night was drawing closer,

but though she called he didn’t come,

So tucked up in her bed she glumly, lonely,

sucked her thumb.

The door clicked shut, the darkness came,

and wrapped her all around.

The shapes and shadows menacing,

the silence full of sound.

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See this is why she needs her bear,

her fluffy, threadbare armour,

When Arthur’s with her, nothing dark

can come inside and harm her.

Georgia lay as still as ice,

her eyes tight like a tomb,

When gently, soft, a little voice

came floating through the room.

“Are you ok?” it seemed to say,

and then it came again,

soft and gentle, calm and kind,

like warm, refreshing rain.

It came from over by the door.

A cupboard covered with a throw.

What was inside? How could it speak?

Georgia didn’t know.

Georgia Meets Dragon

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She had to though, and so she quietly

clambered out of bed.

And tiptoed to the cupboard,

bent down her red-curled head.

“Are you ok?” It came again,

the voice she’d heard before.

Georgia listened, yearned and then…

she reached towards the door.

She opened slowly, peered inside,

intrigued what she might find.

But nothing’s there, the cupboard’s bare,

the whole thing’s in her mind.

But something makes her reach inside,

and blindly grope within,

Fingers fumbling hopefully,

like in the biscuit tin.

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And as she strains, a jolt of hope,

her hand on something hidden,

She clutches, pulls, and out it comes,

a green and purple Wyvern.

Farringdon, the long forgotten

dragon, cuddly toy.

An heirloom Georgia used to grump

belonged more to a boy.

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Who wants a dragon? Who could love

these creatures clad in scales?

With staring eyes, and fiery breath,

with claws and hooks for tails.

So disappointed now she looks,

at Farringdon the Wyvern,

Her father’s and grandfather’s once,

on loan to her, not given.

She goes to put the dragon back,

but something stays her hand,

The memory of that voice perhaps,

like honey, mixed with sand.

She shivers, not with fear, but

out of being out of bed.

“Put on your dressing gown” she hears,

again inside her head.

5

Georgia asleep

She looks in wonder, and she does

exactly what he said.

How can this be? He’s just a toy,

no brain, no heart, quite dead.

And yet she hears his voice, inside

her head, like wind in wheat,

“I’ve been asleep a long, long time,

any chance of a bite to eat?

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“Some hot salami? Chicken tikka?

Or a peppery pear?

The fridge is high and you are short,

so you may need a chair.”

Stunned she sets the dragon down,

his wings drag on the floor,

She asks him how it is that he

did never speak before?

“You never needed me” he says,

“but now you clearly do,

I’m like a genie in a lamp,

so what is bothering you?”

And Georgia says how scared she is,

“my stomach’s in a knot,

Without my bear the night is dark,

I will not sleep one jot.”

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“It’s clear to me” the Wyvern says,

“to get you off to sleep,

we’re going to need a little more

than milk and counting sheep.

I suppose my snack will have to wait”

he sighed and tapped his belly,

“although I’m starving, ravenous,

I’d love some chilli jelly.

So tell me then what makes you scared,

what makes your eyes go wider?

The Araneus Diadamatus?

(That’s a fancy name for spider).”

“Yes yes!” Said Georgia white with fear,

“you’re absolutely right,

Spiders, wolves, and fishes too,

but most of all, the night.

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It flows around me like a cloak,

a creeping slick of black,

It seeps through any wall or door,

and nothing holds it back.

At morning time it disappears,

but still it spoils the day,

The sunlight just reminds me

night is only hours away.”

The Wyvern raised his mighty head,

he seemed to grow in size,

But when he spoke, (inside her head),

the words were calm and wise.

“The night is but a darker day,

the day a brighter night,

without the other neither lives,

like blindness without sight.

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For moon and sun live side by side,

a sister and a brother,

It’s earth and how it turns that makes

us go from one to t’other.

Night is full of hopes and dreams,

far richer than the day,

Night’s the mystery Santa needs,

the cover for his sleigh.

Because of night the morning sun

explodes out of the east,

And owls at night can leave their nests,

and blind men feel at peace.

For in the dark you take away

the stresses caused by light,

The battering clamour of the world,

the crashing blight of sight.

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Asleep your mind’s a cinema,

films play behind your eyes,

You dream, and in your dreams you find

your own small paradise.

And there’s that magic, fleeting moment,

just before you wake,

When thoughts flit in and out your mind,

like mayflies on a lake.

So close your eyes, and feel your other

senses grow and grow,

Your nose, your ears, your fingertips,

your tongue begin to glow.”

The dragon paused, and Georgia, good girl,

does what she’s been told,

And sure enough her senses do

get sharper, make her bold.

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She strokes the night with fingertips,

she smells it, tastes and hears,

Her faculties protect her,

her own troop of musketeers.

And then the voice is there again,

inside her head once more,

And when she looks, he’s sitting, thinking,

on her bedroom floor.

“It’s funny how wolves come across

as nature’s own bad guy,

for despite their reputation,

they are really rather shy.

When wolves are born they’re deaf and dumb,

and so they move in packs,

It’s stressful for the mums and dads,

so in a group they can relax.

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For all they hunt, and chase and kill,

they do it to survive,

They’re just like any living thing

that wants its child to thrive.

They’re always warm, and this is what

is really quite amazing,

It’s because they have two layers of fur,

like natural double glazing.

But here’s the thing, the chance of being

attacked by a wolf at night?

Is slightly less than that of being

hit by a meteorite.”

Georgia laughed and Farringdon

reacted to the sound,

He shook himself and swished his wings,

like brooms along the ground.

13

Donna the Dragon

“I had a friend a bit like you,

a funny dragon lass,

She could never get her flaming right, was

always burping gas,

One time she really made me laugh

by guzzling down ice cream,

Then breathing fire so fast she burned

her nose from all the steam.

Her name was Donna, purple nostrils,

She disappeared one day in March,

I think to a jumble sale.”

He shook his head and Georgia could

have sworn he shed a tear,

He cleared his throat and then the voice

was solid in her ear.

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“Scared of fishes eh? Climb on

my back and hold on tight,

And tie your dressing gown on well,

we’re going on a flight.”

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With that the Wyvern spread his wings,

and grew to massive size,

And out the window both they flew,

up into darkened skies.

Up, up they went and up some more,

the prehistoric brute,

With Georgia on his back, a sort

of dressing-gowned mahout.

“So tell me this,” she asked the beast,

while clinging to his withers,

“What kept my father up at night, what gave

my dad the shivers?”

“Your father lived afraid of bombs, of death

hurled from the sky.

He feared the men who ran the world

would blow it heavens-high.”

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Georgia nodded, that seemed right,

the thoughts her dad would think,

Would all be cataclysmic things,

his life gone in a blink.

“So did you talk to him as well?

Did you sit on his bed?

Or did you fly him round the world?

It’s weird he never said.”

And nor will you, the dragon thought,

for strange as it may seem,

When morning comes, and you wake up,

all this will be a dream,

But what he said was, “yes I did.

I think I helped your father,

The memory of it makes me weak,

it taxed my powers rather.

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You see his fears were very strong,

he was a worried lad,

He never would have grown to love,

and wed, and be a dad.

For he was certain all was lost,

and nothing that I said,

Could make him see that death’s a trick,

played out inside his head.”

Georgia now was all agog,

her fingers gripping tight,

“So how’d you do it? How’d you make

him see he’d be all right?”

“When everything I tried had failed

and I was near despair,

I took him to the future, showed him

his daughter’s flaming hair.”

Doctor Who Tardis and Georgia

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“You showed him me?” the little girl

excited, “what d’you do?

A time machine? A Tardis? You know,

like in Doctor Who?”

The dragon roared inside her head,

and Georgia felt his rage,

She wished she hadn’t asked him that,

could just turn back the page.

“I showed him that which was to be,

what joy was yet to come,

It nearly killed me, took my powers,

that’s why I am struck dumb.”

“But I can hear you” says the girl,

“I shouldn’t but I can,

you fly, you talk, you never age,

you’re just like Peter Pan.”

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The dragon raised an eyebrow and

he sadly shook his head,

“The words you hear are just my thoughts,

I know it’s strange,” he said.

“Back in the day my voice could make

the birds fall from the sky,

And mountains crumble, oceans rise,

and rocks and deserts cry.

My voice had so much power and strength,

so elegant and strong,

I thought I was all-powerful;

so vain, so blind, so wrong.

Your father asked too much of me,

I had to make a choice,

I chose to help him, cured his fears,

and sacrificed my voice.

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So now I live in silence,

with just the beating of my wings,

So do forgive me if I say

some harsh or hurtful things.”

“I’m sorry,” said the little girl,

ashamed at being rude,

“I didn’t mean that you were… um…

do you still want some food?”

She fished a sweetie from her pocket,

blew off the bits of fluff,

The dragon’s eyes lit up, although

his “Thanks” was still quite gruff.

And as he sucked, she heard his thoughts

“now trust me, hold on tight,”

and as they flew, like falling dew,

they sparkled in the night.

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When Georgia dared to look again,

her breath came even shorter,

Farringdon was plunging down,

directly for the water!

She panicked, closed her eyes again,

let out a high pitched scream,

As into spray and waves they dived,

a dragon submarine.

But underwater wasn’t wet,

the girl felt warm and light,

Her taxi told her “look around,

I think you’ll like the sight.”

And Georgia found, by floating round

and clinging to his wing,

That she could breathe, and smell and taste,

and look at everything.

Georgia and fish

23

Her dragon-boat was drifting through

an underwater frieze,

A glorious, painted world of coral,

fish, and seaweed trees.

And everywhere she looked was colour,

clashing, bright as day,

Seahorses, squid, anemones,

schools of fish at play.

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“You see?” the dragon said, “such beauty

shouldn’t make you wary.

They’re probably just as scared of you,

all green-eyed and red-hairy.”

“But they stare, they’ve got no eyelids,

and those horrid, skinny lips,

They’re slimy and they’re slithery,

although they do taste good with chips”

The dragon sighed, and looked at her;

“there is an ancient story,

About a lonely fisherman,

whose name was Salvatore.

Out on his boat one day he heard

the most amazing sound,

A song, so beautifully sung,

he ran his boat aground.

25

On land he found a seal-skin,

and when he eased the trees apart,

He saw a selkie singing there,

her beauty stopped his heart.

Selkies are half girl, half seal,

with voices made of gold,

They come ashore and shed their skins,

a wonder to behold.

He hid the skin and married her,

he took her for his wife,

And they had many children,

and he loved her more than life.

But though she also loved him,

even more she loved the sea,

And Salvatore, seeing this, knew

he had to set her free.

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He gave her back her skin,

she was a fish forever more,

He watched her swim away, his sad

heart breaking on the shore.

He knew the sea should have her back,

he knew he had no choice,

She missed it like you miss your bear,

and I my missing voice.

So next time that you see a seal,

or fish who’s swimming free,

Remember they’ve got feelings too,

the same as you and me.

And now it’s time for one last trip,

we’re nearly at the end,

We’re going to face your final fear,

our hairy, eight-legged friend.”

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Afraid of Spiders

Then suddenly the sea is gone,

and now they’re in a wood,

It’s dark and scary, cold and bleak,

a horrid neighbourhood.

And then the Wyvern tensed,

and in the blinking of an eye,

Became a massive eight-legged spider,

seven storeys high.

He towered over Georgia’s head,

his legs like circling trees,

And Georgia, terrified and small,

dropped frantic to her knees.

“Now fear me!” hissed the beast

and Georgia does, ice in her veins,

and then the spider’s gone,

and just her Wyvern friend remains.

28

Her heart is pumping, racing, thumping,

beating fit to burst,

As Farringdon apologises, tells her

now she’s seen the worst.

29

“That’s how the spider feels”, he says,

“now you too can relate,

To him you’re massive, different, deadly,

huge and full of hate.

And every time he sees you he just

prays you’ll leave him be,

Not scream and cry out “Daddy!

Get this thing away from me!”

I will not take your fears away, because

with some reflection,

You’ll understand the dread he causes

works as his protection.

He should be ugly, creepy, nasty,

should make you alarmed,

It’s the only way to save himself

from being killed or harmed,

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So be afraid of spiders,

and remember, Nature’s wise,

If we killed all the spiders,

who’d be there to eat the flies?

But now, small girl, it’s time for bed

and time I went away,

You’ve been awake for far too long,

what would your mother say?

And Georgia yawns, he’s right, she’s tired,

“but just before you go,

What was my grandpa like?” she asks,

“I’d really love to know.”

“Your Grandpa was a firework,

full of life and joy and vigour,

he chatted, joked with everyone,

your grandma called him Tigger.

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But strange though it may seem,

what made him happiest of all

Was planting tulips in his garden,

or training roses up the wall.

He’d talk for hours to all his flowers,

he said it was his duty,

And sure enough the things he grew

would wow you with their beauty.

But then the world went mad,

and duty called him off to war,

And four years later back he came,

a firework no more.

He never was the same again,

all silent and subdued,

Haunted by the war and people

crying out for food.

32

grandpa
He vowed his wife and kids

would always have enough to eat,

So he tore up all his flowers,

sowed potatoes, beets and wheat.

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When you were born he loved your sparkling

eyes and stubby nose,

Before he died he grew for you,

one Rosamunda rose.

So go to sleep now, rest your head

and dream of happy things,

I’m going inside the cupboard,

to have a snooze beneath my wings.”

With that the Wyvern waved a claw,

and Georgia was in bed.

And there was Arthur, on her chair,

“Where were you?” she said.

And Georgia slept, and to this day,

with or without her bear,

She calmly sleeps the whole night through,

relaxed and debonair.

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For what she learned, that busy night,

is not that fears are wrong,

It’s how you deal with them that counts,

that’s how you get along.

We all fear something, all get worried,

all have mares at night,

But we’ve also all got dragons,

in our heads, to see us right.

So never fear if you can’t sleep,

don’t fret or sweat or brood,

Farringdon will sort you out,

just make sure you’ve got some food…

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44 Responses to “Georgia and the Dragon”

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Eve you are most welcome thank you for lovely message

  • Eve says:

    Although this is a poem, I find it to be quite an interesting story with loads of good advice for the children (and adults too).

  • Eve says:

    I love audio books so I am delighted to discover this site. I really enjoyed Natasha’s narrating of this lovely poem. Where I’m from only the fairytale authors are popular, so I am really glad to discover this site. I’ve never seen any of Harry Oulton’s books at our bookstores and I have been purchasing children’s books for my niece since she was 3 yrs (she is now 11 yrs). My niece also loves audio books. I recently started teaching at a primary school(teaching french) and we have oral reading twice a week. I have been thinking of how I could help the teachers come up with a better way to encourage the children to love reading. This is it… I will get them to use Storynory from now one. I am sure the students (and teachers) will love it. Thank you Storynory.

  • Harry Styles says:

    Nice

  • braedon says:

    i liked it it was funny

  • az says:

    i hat it

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Kim she will be a born story-lover and perhaps story-teller.

  • kim says:

    I put the headphones on my stomach and let my unborn listen. it calmed her and kept her from being so fussy.

  • Maryam says:

    I’m 27 years old. I write poems for children and I’ve already listened to this beautiful poem 3 times. I think It’s one of the best I’ve ever heard. The meaning is very deep while the words are simple and have a nice ring to them. would you please put up more stories of the same author and from other authors like Julia Donaldson? It’s so nice to listen to stories that rhyme. I promise to listen to them every night!
    Could you also post The View From Saturday?
    Thanks for everything!

  • Harmonica says:

    having problems downloading… please reply with a procedure or something

  • MissMoveItOn says:

    Why would u do this I was wasted my time with this. I thought it would be too ,but it not. You should do a story kids would like Barbie or Transformers or Bratz or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Please reply back.

  • rosa says:

    i did not like this cause it keep on stoping and then starting from the begian pluse it was more of a poem than a story so i hope next week it wont do this again but in whole it was good

  • princess kate says:

    fair day my good subjets i thought this book is too much of a poem than a story but good

  • mario says:

    not bad.

  • Anonymous says:

    kind of boring

  • Justin the awesome says:

    Lol awesome Bertie can you do more stories on Greek mythology

  • Justin the awesome says:

    Lol awesome Bertie can you do more stories on Greek mythology

  • nomii says:

    docTOR WHOOOOOOOOOO xD

  • Rob ford says:

    Suggestion just make poems if ur still goin to post stories and please make katie and wicked uncle plzzzzžżž

  • suzanne says:

    I like the dragon

  • Olivia says:

    Bertie you are so cooooooooooooooool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Meep says:

    I LIKE TULIP BUT I DONT TALK TO THEM…

  • Meep says:

    My god, WHY Doctor Who? HE IS SO CREEPY!

  • Bertie says:

    Great name Georgia

  • mermaid says:

    my name is Georgia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Olivia, don’t worry truthful comments are really important for us so we know what you like.

  • Beatrix says:

    I am enthusiastic about all the things you are preparing for Storynory and beyond. I think it is very interesting to keep us informed about all the things that are going on…
    Thanks Bertie and everybody at Storynory… You all are doing a great job!:-DDDDDDD

  • Alicia says:

    ooooo I love storynory!

  • Olivia says:

    Oh bertie you’re awesome! I’m sorry I was a bit rude. The thing is that I like stories more than poems and I love original stories. Thankyou for replying and once again I’m sorry!

  • Bertie says:

    Dear Olivia , Katherine, and Princess Padmavati Thank you for your comments. I agree this is rather a long poem, but it’s really lovely and perfect for audio because it sounds so nice.

    The reason you are not getting many original stories at the moment is because I am busy writing the new Gladys series. I want to get most of it written before we start putting it out. We have already recorded the music, and it’s the best we have ever done. I hope you will start hearing it in May – some time after the 5th of May.

    I am also working on a book for an organisation outside Storynory. I am just a writing machine at the moment. I believe that you will be able to hear this other story on Storynory too, but it is not quite decided yet. And I have to get the redesign done because Storynory is not mobile friendly enough.

    I am very aware that Katie and Bertie are the most popular strands. I think our recent stories in those series have been some of our best. Bertie and the Pancakes was our biggest hit for a while.

    I am sorry that I have not been very good at answering comments and suggestions this past month. I am trying very hard to answer everything that needs a reply now, but we do get SO MANY comments. It’s lovely to get them, but sometimes when I just have my mobile with me it’s hard to reply with one figure tapping my keyboard.

    Thank you for your feedback, because it helps us understand what you all like.

  • Olivia says:

    Hey you guise I agree with Katherine and princess padmavati.
    Why in the world do you put poems on storynory. I don’t mean to be rude, but I am eleven and I think that it’ll be better if you make more Katie or Bertie stories. You can also make a Gladys song or maybe some more stories about Gladys and her sisters enjoying life at the top, you know.
    And I have a fantastic idea for a story of the year!
    You can do a story in which Katie and Isis and Katie’s mum come to Bertie’s palace and show them some magic tricks and Gladys comes with her sisters and performs some songs and all the original stories carachters come to Bertie’s palace!
    How do you like that? Plz reply I have been thinking hard about this!

  • Frankie says:

    Ya I agree with Tim the tadpole (the response) those are some of your bests

  • Uknown says:

    oh my god its so long O_O bertie ive been waiting for your story and when are you and princess beatrice the sweatest princes ever I need to hear that story!!!

  • mathew m.j. says:

    good attempt

  • Sue says:

    Wonderful

  • Homer Simpson says:

    Put more spring field on and the Simpsons

  • I don’t Usually like poems but I like this one.
    PLEASE continue the Astropup Trip with Marlo Bertie.

  • Nisha says:

    Awesome!

  • tim the tadpole says:

    Bertie,can we plz have more katie,bertie and wicked uncle?

  • katherine says:

    I like storys more then poems ,will you make a storys next time ?

  • princess padmavati says:

    can you make this into story form please !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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