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Moontrug goblin pcardUntil 1920 children in America could legally be sent by parcel post.  As you’ll have seen from the FACTS page, in 1914, the parents of 4-year-old May Pierstorff mailed her from Grangeville, Idaho to her grandparents in Lewiston, Idaho. Mailing May was apparently cheaper than buying her a train ticket. She wore her 53-cents worth of postal stamps on her jacket as she traveled in the train’s mail compartment! Click here for a photo of another posted child.

 

Although moontrug does not recommend you bubble-wrap up and squeeze yourself into a postbox, we would love to hear your weird and wonderful ideas.  Whether it’s a new story idea, a brilliant opening line to a novel, a quirky fact or an invented word, send us a postcard with your thoughts and moontrug will whack it up in The Moontrug Madness gallery.  Address for such nonsense is: Abi Elphinstone, 4 Pont Street, London, SW1X 9EL.  Or, if you want to be a Techytrug, drop Moontrug an email at abi@moontrug.com.

 

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  1. Beth Sampson

    This is an entry for the Piers Torday competition. I love your website and check it every week. I have just turned 10 years old. Love Beth

    One day, there was a dog, and like most dogs, he was a detective.
    This dog lived in an ordinary house with an ordinary family but the dog itself, well, he was just not ordinary at all!
    The dog detectives name was Derik. Derik loved his family; however, he was keeping a big secret from them. Derik was well experienced as a detective but what he didn’t know was that he was about to face something that he could never have trained for…
    “Come here Derik!” shouted his owner.
    “Coming!” Derik replied.
    The mother of the house peeped around the door.
    “What did you say Derik?” she asked curiously.
    “Woof” replied Derik. Not really convincing anybody that he was a normal dog.
    Derik was loved by all the humans that met him, he wasn’t always sure of all the humans that he met, for instance the postman was a dogs public enemy number one. Why, he wasn’t sure but it certainly was fun to see the postman leap back on his bicycle and cycle like the wind.
    Although you may not have known it from looking at him, Derik was a detective who did two things; fight evil and he could detect whether sausages came into the house within five paces.
    Later that evening Derik received a message in his dinner. His top secret messages always appeared in this way. He didn’t know how but he quietly listened to the problem.
    Headquarters told him that there was a catnapper on the loose. Derik reluctantly agreed to help. He knew he had to get there fast.
    ”Location?” Derik snapped.
    “New York City, central.” Headquarters replied.
    When Derik arrived in New York he didn’t have time to go sightseeing he went straight to work. After minutes of searching Derik finally located the right place, he tried the handle… locked! He loved this part of it. He silently lasered a passage way through the door. As soon as he reached inside, he saw the kitty. She was an evil, sleek black cat.
    Without even looking at him the cat said in a majestic voice “I’ve been expecting you agent Derik.”
    “ What have you done with the cats?” asked Derik.
    “Ah, straight to the point. Well, I am not the cutest cat but I am the smartest. I am not loved by others but my plan is to take all the cuteness from these cats into me,” she ended with a nasty cackle which on a cat just sounded weird.
    The cat clicked a button and agent Derik fell into a trap.
    The sleek black cat’s face projected onto every wall.
    The room was painted black with white screens ready for the self portaits of the wicked cat. How was Derik to stop her evilness? He looked around for inspiration, surrounding him was pictures of kitty whan she was little and Derik couldn’t help but think that a lot of things can change about an animal throughout a period of time.

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    • Ginny

      hi beth I don’t know if you see this but I just wanted to say hi and say that I really want to be back with you! email me!
      Ginny xxxxxxx

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  2. isis phillips

    my entry for my arctic story
    My arctic story
    dob: 15.6.04
    home number: 02082888305

    The penetrating bitterness was turning my fingers mauve. I puffed up my cheeks but they remained ashy. I would rub my hands together but they were hauling along the firewood for my family, like they’d appreciate it, no, its just part of living. I’d been walking for miles, trudging through waxen heaps of life. The ubiquitous snow was largely spread on the vast landscape, the only thing that wasn’t snow was dead, leafless trees that were starving to death but the snow devils kept feeding them poison. Once upon a time I felt the cold but now it has gotten inside me and taken over. It is eating away at all of us; soon we’ll turn into the snow devils or… evaporate into breath. It was your choice: disappear or give in. this is wrong but we want to live and that greed is undefeatable. In the distance I see a small hut, almost destroyed by the treacherous wind. Almost there, almost there. And as I approach I see my family, alike bears, pouncing on animals and cutting them open to eat. I stop. Am I the only one who disagrees with this? Am I the last good? Suddenly I realize that everyone else is already snow devils. I would not give in. And I evaporate to breath.

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  3. Ginny

    Hi Abi and anyone else who reads this! I am currently at a new school and I am still adjusting. I did all my IT prep( computer homework) and have spent what is left of my time on the computer here. I read a comment left by my old best friend beth and I felt really sad about the fact that we are 13 hours on a plane apart! Anyway, I just wanted to thank moontrug and Abi for its amazing content and funny comments to get me through the day.
    Ginny xxxx

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    • moontrug Post author

      Hi Ginny! How is school?! Been thinking of you. I’m coming to Cheltenham to do a book event in June so I must let you know when (when I find out dates) as love to see you xx

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