Written by Myles
It was the middle of the night when the Little Toddler woke up and thought he saw Bluey dancing across the lawn.
At first he noticed footprints in the grass. Then, he felt an excited presence. Finally, he heard a chirpy voice say, “I am itchy.”
The Little Toddler pulled back the curtain and peeked out of the bedroom window. He caught a glimpse of Bluey’s pointy ears. Amongst her fur, dirt collected and tiny fleas jumped. He could see the tiny fleas biting Bluey and making her itchy.
The Little Toddler froze, closed the curtain and waited. Bluey danced past, from the itchiness, and made her way towards the Strand. When he dared to pull back the curtain, Bluey had disappeared out of sight.
Of course nobody believed him. His mum thought he was coo coo bananas. His dad wasn’t even home. Only Aston, his friend, believed him.
That winter month they often saw Bluey dancing in Woolworths aisles knocking items off the shelves, prancing around the neighbourhood lawns, twirling in the morning dew or trying to leap over cars at night. People complained about items being on the floor, strange paw prints appeared on car bonnets. Everyone had a tale.
How do you get rid of unwanted cartoon characters? The Little Toddler and Aston silently made their way to the ABC Studios to speak with the producers of the Bluey series. This was when they discovered Bluey wasn’t in the latest episode of Bluey because she was MISSING! Together they schemed a plan to get Bluey back to the studio.
A week later, in the early hours of the morning, something woke the little toddler up. Something tapped on the window. Something knocked on the glass. He stumbled out of bed and pulled back the curtain. A chirpy voice whispered, “I cant find my way back to the ABC Studios.”
The Little Toddler blinked but dared not open the curtain any wider. Then he heard the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps. He could just see a small, prancing shadow move down Chertsey Way around the corner and forever out of sight.
Perhaps the strangest thing was that the next time they got together Aston had a similar story to tell. He too had been visited. Perhaps Bluey had visited other children? All of the kids they passed seemed to have closed faces as if they knew something, but no one dared say anything.
