eric quayle's tiny tales

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About the Author

Eric was born in Leeds and is a proud Yorkshireman. He has two daughters and two

grandsons, Charlie and Seth, who have given him encouragement and patience

whilst putting his thoughts and ideas forward to write these stories.


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Dedication

I dedicate this book to my two grandsons, Charlie and Seth for their criticisms andencouragement.


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Copyright © Eric Parker-Quayle (2015)

The right of Eric Parker-Quayle to be identified as author of this work

has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the

Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,

stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any

means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise,

without the prior permission of the publishers.

Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this

publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims fordamages.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British

Library.

ISBN 978 1 78455 867 3 (paperback)

978 1 78455 868 0 (hardback)

www.austinmacauley.com

First Published (2015)

Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.

25 Canada Square

Canary Wharf

LondonE14 5LB

Printed and bound in Great Britain


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Contents

Brian and the Magic Nut 10

Brian and the Furry Folk 16

Brian and the Magic Tree 23

Brian and the White Knight 29

Brian’s Magic Ride 36

Brian and the White Car 41

Tagram the Giant’s Busy Day 48

Tagram and the Wonky Wizard 55


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Brian’s Adventures


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Brian and the Magic Nut

It was a cold windy day and Brian was busy building with

his Lego when his mum called him from the kitchen.

“I’ve just baked some buns and a cake so will you take

them to Grandpa and Grandma’s please?”

“Ok,” he said.

It was quite a long way to their house and they lived at

the far side of the big wood. Brian liked going to see hisGrandparents. Grandma always gave him little savoury

biscuits which were always very nice and Grandpa gave him

little jobs to do which he had saved especially. He also toldBrian of the many places he had seen and the strange sights

he saw when he was a young man in the Navy.

“Get well wrapped up and put your wellingtons on, it

will be muddy in the wood,” his mum told him.

So putting his winter coat on, the one with the big furhood, he pulled on his Star Wars wellingtons, put on the

rucksack filled with buns and cakes, gave a wave and setoff. It was just a small village where he lived with his mum,

dad and big brother Gary. Gary was in the Army so they

didn’t see him very often. There were some shops in the village. Mr Thomas was

the butcher, who had a great big dog called Brutus. In the

post office were the Green sisters and they had a Budgie


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called Alf. Alf could say nursery rhymes. He had a bald

head and lived in a pink cage with lots of bells and mirrors.

Next to the post office was Harry’s Hardware shop. Harrywas a bit deaf and you had to shout so he could hear what

you wanted. Harry sold everything, kettles, pans, knives,forks, watering cans, wheelbarrows and more things than

you can think of. Sometimes he even had sweets and icecream for sale. He had a huge black and white cat called

Butch who sat in the window watching everybody passing.

Soon he came to the stile, climbed over it and went into

the wood. He had been this way many times and knew everydip and bend. He had given names to the big trees which

helped to pass the time, like Ollie Oak and Bill Beech andsometimes they seemed to sing a friendly song as the wind

passed through their leaves.

Striding on through the wood he saw something strange

lying on the path. Picking it up he saw it was some kind of

nut, but unlike any nut he had seen before. It was a purple

colour, pointed at both ends with wavy lines on each side.

He was still quite puzzled when suddenly a squirrel came

running down the path and stopped in front of him. Brianwas quite surprised to say the least but was even more

surprised when it spoke.

“Hello, you are Brian aren’t you?” “Yes I am,” he said, amazed that a squirrel could talk and

wondering what would happen next.

“Don’t worry, we knew who you were and where you aregoing, you see, the wind told us when you left home.

“Now please follow me.”


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The squirrel turned and ran up a path, a path Brian had

never seen before. He did as he was asked and followed the

squirrel to a grassy clearing. Brian stood in amazement,there dancing and jumping on the grass, were elves. Not just

one or two but lots and lots of them. All in bright colours

with little pointed green hats with bells, red jackets with

silver buttons, yellow trousers and blue shoes with bells.

Then one of them with a bushy beard whispered

something in the squirrel’s ear, and then looked at Brian.

“Now young Brian this is a special day for you and we

have a wonderful surprise. My name is Elmo and I’m fairly

well known to most people. In fact, you could almost say

I’m famous, but that’s another story.”

Elmo went on, “That nut you found is a very special

magic nut so please hold it tight, close your eyes and wishfor something you really want.”

Doing as he was asked he closed his eyes and wished. He

wished and wished that he could have a new bike. Shiny red

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