Contents
Cover
About the Book
Title Page
Dedication
Map
Happy Ever After: Featuring
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Copyright
Princess Poppy
Happy Ever After
written by Janey Louise Jones
Illustrated by Samantha Chaffey
For all those who believe in happy endings
About the Book
Poppy is thrilled because there is to be another wedding in Honeypot Hill. She adores the fairytale romance of it all but it makes her realize that her parents hardly do anything together. Poppy soon starts to worry that they don’t love each other any more.
Find out what happens and whether Poppy’s plans to bring a bit of fairytale romance to her parents work out.
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Chapter One
POPPY WAS VERY excited. She had just received an invitation to her first ever barn dance. It was to be at Barley Farm the following Friday, and the theme was country and western. She raced over to see Honey right away to talk about their outfits, and with a little help from Granny Bumble they had soon both decided on red and white gingham dresses and cowboy hats.
On the day of the dance Poppy dressed with great care and turned to admire herself in her bedroom mirror. She particularly loved the fringed cowboy boots that Mum had found in a charity shop, and her big Stetson hat.
“Yee-haa!” she said to herself as she did another turn in front of the mirror.
“Come on, Poppy,” called Mum. “You must be ready by now! We’re going to miss Farmer Meadowsweet on the bucking bronco if we don’t go now!”
“Just coming, Mum,” replied Poppy as she grabbed her things and ran down to meet the rest of her family.
“I’m going to try that bucking bronco too!” said Dad. “I bet I can stay on the longest!”
“Well, make sure you don’t hurt yourself!” scolded Mum. “Right, let’s go then.”
Dad took Poppy’s hand and they giggled together as they made their way down to Barley Farm with Mum walking beside them.
“Remember we can’t be late home,” she told them. “Grandpa can only babysit the twins until nine. And, James, don’t drink too much punch – it’s really potent, apparently.”
“Yes, dear!” replied Dad, rolling his eyes and winking at Poppy.
Sometimes Mum was no fun at all.
When they arrived at the farm Poppy could hardly believe her eyes. Farmer and Mrs Meadowsweet had gone to so much effort – it looked just like a scene from one of the old cowboy films that Grandpa liked to watch. There was a huge tent set up next to the big barn, and colourful banners and bunting garlanded the farmyard. There were games and stalls and a band playing fiddle music in the barn. A vast barbecue grill was smoking away near the tent, with tables set out all around it, laden with crisp salads, spicy sauces, crusty bread and fat herb sausages, and the air was filled with the most delicious cooking smells.
“Hi, cowgirls!” said Poppy as she ran to greet Honey, Sweetpea and Mimosa, who were all standing together near the entrance to the barn. “This is so cool! You all look amazing! Where’s Abi?”
“Oh, she’s got a violin exam tomorrow so her mum and dad said that she had to practise tonight,” explained Sweetpea.
“Oh, shame, she would love this,” said Poppy.
“Let’s go and look at the bucking bronco,” suggested Mimosa.
“Ooo, yeah, let’s,” said Honey.
“Come on, then,” replied Poppy. “Follow me!”
The four friends made their way to the meadow, where the crazy rodeo-style “bull” was in action. Farmer Meadowsweet was holding on for dear life and looking very red in the face. Mum had been right – this was definitely too good to miss. He looked so funny. As they stood there watching, Cousin Saffron’s husband, David, came over and told them that the farmer had been practising on it all week because he wanted to be able to stay on for two whole minutes.
Poor Farmer Meadowsweet looked as though his arms were about to fall off – this seemed like the longest two minutes ever.
“Just let go, you silly old fool!” called Mrs Meadowsweet. “Sally, you tell your father to stop – he’s going to have one of his bad turns.”
Sally Meadowsweet didn’t look at all worried; there was no way she could have said anything to her father – she was laughing so much she couldn’t get a single word out!
“Quick! Someone do something!” wailed Mrs Meadowsweet. “This is not good for a man of his age!”
But just then, the farmer let go of the bull and tumbled off onto the hay below in a crumpled heap.
“I told you I could do two minutes, didn’t I?” he chuckled, exhausted. “Now, who’s going to help an old man up?”
Sally’s boyfriend, Sol, who was a doctor in Strawberry Corner, rushed over to help the farmer up and check that he was OK.
“I think he’ll live, but he’ll need a glass of punch to revive him!” Sol announced to the guests, and a big cheer went up.
“Now, he’s the sort of doctor we need round here,” said Farmer Meadowsweet merrily.
Poppy’s dad was next up on the bucking bronco. He whispered to Poppy that he was going to better Farmer Meadowsweet’s record by staying on for a full three minutes.
Poppy watched nervously as her dad clung onto the bull and was very proud indeed when he broke the record. He could hardly walk afterwards but luckily Mum didn’t notice as she was busy throwing hoops onto a cone, trying to win teddies for the twins. Poppy knew what Mum would have said if she had seen Dad hobbling around: “Told you so!”
“Well, I think I deserve some of that punch now – don’t tell your mother, Poppy!” Dad smiled. “I’ll see you girls later.”
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