In the old rose Garden behind the wall there stood an enormous fine bone china teacup embedded in green grass .Legend has it that whoever enters the cup will be granted a small fortune. People from all over the world had tried without any success but no one had the right magical name . One day an odd young girl unfortunately named VIOLA STRUDEL entered the garden and climbed into the fine bone China cup the cup said what is your name within minutes the cup turned into a giant tea party scene everything was made of gold. VIOLA STRUDEL decided to give her fortune to a donkey sanctuary and to this day , the donkeys have golden teeth eat strudel and live happily in Cornwall by the sea.
He was only a small little thing when we found him, curled up in a ball, cold and hungry looking for a home.We always wondered where he came from or wat he was but all I know for sure is that he came in a big tea cup, decorated with gold patterns that swirled and curled all over this cup of his, but he loved his cup and the cup loved him back.
Even though he didn’t look like us or do things like us, we welcomed him into our life’s. He was green and cute with thick fur, he was a little alien, my little alian.
Once I went into the school canteen and I saw the dinner lady mixing something, in an oversized tea cup. It was straight out of a fairy tale. It was huge. I desperately wanted to ask her what she was doing but I didn’t have the courage to. All of a sudden she spilt something pink, extremely pink,maybe it was blood.She brought over another small teacup and poured some of the liquid into it and drank it all down. She started growing taller and slimmer, her short grey hair turned a golden blonde her appearance had , had a dramatic change.
One day in Wisdom Street, a perfect little girl, named Molly,begged her generous guardians to get her a puppet which came with a tea set. Not for any particular reason, just to make her collection a tiny bit bigger. However, what she did not know yet was that her collection was actually going to diminish…
As per usual, her wish was granted.
Soon after, to her despair, she found five of her elegant puppets on the floor with their insides neatly ripped out and Chuckie, her new addition, sitting on the window sill, brandishing a teacup full of the stuffing, with an adorable face on, as if nothing had happened.
It’s said, that on the thirty-first December, at three am, when everyone is tucked in their beds, the teacup comes! This is no ordinary teacup. This teacup always lands in the same planet, the same continent, the same country, the same city, the same park, in the same place. Nobody knows how or where this intriguing object comes from. I remember vividly when we went to the park at three am, to try and track this strange object down. We waited patiently. Eventually, we caught a glimpse of the teacup ricocheting down. The second it touched the ground there was a deafening scream and we fled.