Sophie and Jack by Anthony Flower
This is a manuscript for a rhyming book I wrote for the kids, we sent it off to publishers but there was no real interest sadly, so here it is for free:
Sophie and Jack,
a girl and her bunny,
went everywhere together
be it raining or sunny.
At home, at school,
at dinner too;
What Sophie did,
Jack would do.
Today was no different,
when Sophie said they'd go
to see a fantastic
magic show.
Sophie and Jack
took their seat,
with a drink in one hand
and some popcorn to eat.
Out came the magician
with a big top hat,
a magic wand
and a friendly cat.
He put the cat in a box
and waved his wand till it shone.
When he opened the box,
the cat was gone!
The kids all cheered
and he took off his hat,
said some magic words
and there was the cat.
The magic continued,
it was really quite good,
Sophie memorised the words
as best she could.
At the end of the show
Sophie went to see
if the magician would help her
do magic like he.
As they were talking,
out of one eye
Sophie saw Jack
hop on by.
He hopped in the hat
and was out of sight.
Sophie said 'no!'
and then got a fright.
The hat was empty,
nothing to see.
What will she do?
Where could Jack be?
The magician waved his wand
and sparks were flying.
Out came the wrong rabbit
But he kept on trying.
Again and again,
till the evening sky turned black.
Four hundred and six rabbits,
none of them Jack!
Sophie looked around.
“What else is here?”
The magic box that
made that cat dissappear.
In she climbed
and remembering the spell
she said it out loud,
then she fell...
She was falling and falling
down, down, down, down.
Flashing colours all around her
and noises abound.
It got faster and faster
until suddenly nothing,
as Sophie landed on a giant
strawberry muffin!
“A muffin?” she thought,
how very funny.
Now to find
My poor lost bunny.
Looking around
In front and behind
Sophie realised
Jack would be hard to find.
That was because
Sophie had arrived
in the wonderful world
where magic's derived.
To the left of her
lay a purple cat,
a lollipop tree
and a dancing bat.
To the right of her
sat a colourful gnome
playing scrabble
with a mouse on a mobile phone.
In front of Sophie
was a pink pebble road,
with a toll booth
manned by a smiling toad.
Sophie gazed at the toad
and said “if he only spoke...”
To which the toad replied,
with a gentle croak.
“How can I help you,
what do you need?”
Sophie replied
with great speed.
“I've lost my rabbit,
my bunny named Jack.
He's somewhere here,
can you help get him back?”
“Stop frowning young miss,
it's not so bleak.
The Rabbit Distribution Centre
is where you seek!”
“It's just over there
down this road,
and around that corner.”
Pointed the toad.
Sophie walked and walked
and until suddenly there
were rabbits, in the thousands,
everywhere!
“Can anyone help me
find my rabbit, Jack?
He came here by accident
And I'd like him back.”
“A rabbit, you seek?”
Came a shrill voice.
“What is your magic trick
of choice?”
“I am the one who finds
the magician his bunny,
for tricks that are exciting,
scary or funny.”
“Do you have a preference on
colour or size?
Will it need to stand up, roll over
or blink it's eyes?”
“No no no, it's my
pet rabbit you see,
I need to find him quickly
and get home for tea.”
“Oh I see, you must
be Sophie my dear.
Jack is waiting for you at
a restaurant near here.”
The lady took Sophie
by the hand
and led her to a restaurant
called “The Marching Band”.
Where food is served
on a tamborine
and eaten with a tuning fork.
It's a sight to be seen!
Sitting at a table,
near a dining Yak,
sat Sophie's pet bunny,
her best friend Jack.
Sophie hugged him and kissed him
and spun right around.
Then she turned to the lady
and started to frown.
“How do we get home,
I don't have a clue?”
“Close your eyes and think hard,
your wish will come true.”
Holding Jack tight and
closing her eyes.
Sophie wished really hard
and to her surprise...
She was back in her lounge,
with her Dad watching TV.
“Sophie!” came her Mum's voice.
“Come and have your tea!”
Sophie forgot one important
thing once back;
To tell the magician
that she'd found Jack.
To this very day
he's still performing the spell.
Three million rabbits conjoured.
Can you imagine the smell?