So this is my first attempt, but I want to start writing children's literature. If any of you readers have younger brothers or sisters/ children/ grandchildren/ cousins/ nephews or nieces around the ages of 9/10 maybe you could comment on how the language of the story is. I'm not too sure if its too easy reading? But let me know - cc very much appreciated.



3. May Day Fair

May Day was Billy Harris’ birthday and this year, he was turning nine.

May the first was the day of the May Day fair which was held on the village green. Every child loves the fair, don’t they? The music, the rides, the small petting zoo and tall, whipped ice cream in crispy, waffle cones. What Billy loved most was being outside with all the villagers and the games, of course.

“Billy, it’s your birthday tomorrow. Would you like to go to the fair?” asked his mother as the family sat around the dinner table.

“Of course, Mama. I love the fair!” replied Billy, rocking off his chair in excitement.

“Son, you know you won’t get … well, we haven’t got you many presents this year. We hope you won’t be disappointed,” said his father.

Billy was puzzled. He never normally got many presents from his parents. He only ever got one. Sometimes it was new socks, shoes, a jumper or a set of pyjamas. But every year he got something extra, if he was lucky. He didn’t understand why his parents were asking him this question when getting one present was usual.

“I know, Papa. I don’t mind. I don’t normally get many presents on my birthday. I only get one,” replied Billy.

Michael and Audrey smiled at one another. They both put their hands on Billy’s.

“We are very proud of you, Billy. We just don’t want you to feel as though you never get much. You’re going to be a big boy and I know a lot of the bigger boys in the village get lots of new toys. But our family isn’t like their families,” Audrey reminded her son.

“I know, Mama. But I really don’t mind.”

Billy reached across the table for a slice of stale bread and dipped it in his broth sending carrot cubes and yellow potatoes swimming. He thought about his birthday.

Every year at the fair, Audrey Harris would make a special cake. She would save a small amount of money and, with her husband’s help, they would buy small amounts of butter, flour, raisins and sugar at the local shop. Then they would ask round the farm if they could buy some fresh milk and collect eggs.

The farmer, Mr Green, was a very nice man and he let the Harris’ take as much food as they needed. But Michael and Audrey, who were very poor, insisted that they help Mr Green out. So every morning and evening for a week, Audrey would send Billy and his sister, Rebecca to help Mr Green. There they would sweep the yard, feed the horses, sheep and goats, send the cows to the milking parlour, clean the chicken coup and let the rabbits out for fresh air. Sometimes, Mr Green even let them walk his two sheep dogs; Molly and Tessa. In return, they would get as much milk and eggs as they would need for baking Audrey’s ‘May Day cake’.

Billy and Rebecca always wished they could spend more time at the farm. The both loved animals but it was especially Billy who begged his parents to go more often. His parents, however, worried that they might get in Mr Green’s way and so they were only allowed around every year. This was a very, very special treat.

One of the Harris’ neighbours kept a small allotment in the patches behind the village and would sometimes offer them strawberries, raspberries or peaches to use for the cake. With the left over sugar, Mrs Harris would mix the fruits to make jam that she would spread in the middle of the cake. If she was lucky, there would be left over jam to sell and save for her children.

“I’ll help you bake the cake if you want, Mama,” said Billy

“That would be lovely. Thank you.”

Mrs Harris made the cake for a competition at the fair. It was on the ‘Best Cake’ stall. Now, even though the Harris’ were very poor, they were very lucky people. Some even said that they had special powers that made them lucky.

Every year, Mrs Harris would enter her cake into the competition and every year she would win the grand prize; ten pounds. At the time, ten pounds was a lot of money and the money would be enough for the family to eat very happily for many weeks. But, Audrey didn’t spend all this money on food. She was a very kind and caring mother who wanted the best for her children; as most mothers do. She would use the money to buy Billy an extra special present. It was always something that he secretly really wanted.

This prize-winning cake was what Billy wanted to help to make.


On the other side of the pond, Julian Brady was alone in his big, empty house that creaked every time the wind blew. Julian was supposed to be doing his homework but, like most children, he always found something better to do, even if it wasn’t very interesting.

Julian loved to draw. It was one of the very few things he spent his time doing. You see, when a child’s parents are very busy and they don’t have time to spend with their children, that child must find something that they can do alone. Drawing was that something for Julian and he was very talented at it.

It was Sunday. Julian wanted to go out to play but the May Day fair was tomorrow and all his friends were spending time with their families before the big day. Julian hated May Day. He was desperate to be like everyone else. He was the only one who didn’t get to go and that wasn’t fair.

This year, although he didn’t know why, Julian was lonelier than ever. When you are lonely, the last thing you want to do is spend more time with yourself. So dropping his pencil and rushing downstairs Julian asked the one question that he had always wanted to ask.

“Papa, can’t we go to the May Day fair?”

Harold Brady was reading the newspaper by the fire. It was so close to his face that Julian couldn’t see his father’s eyes.

“Why would you want to go there? You know who goes there, all those poor miners and their families. I don’t want a son of mine to be mixing with them!” exclaimed Harold.

“But Papa, all my friends get to go. James Finney, Alexander Kent, George Burns. How come they get to go and I don’t?”

Harold put down the paper and took of his glasses. He chewed the end and then said;

“Julian, you see them at school. It’s a waste of time to go to the fair. You’ll see them on Tuesday anyway.”

“But it’s different at the fair. They have rides and cotton candy and jugglers. Oh please!”

Harold frowned and looked at Julian’s mother.

“Madison, what do you think?”

“The fair! Don’t be ridiculous, Julian! I will not have a child of mine attendthat!” shouted his mother, waving her hands in the air.

“But-” Julian began.

“Don’t speak out of turn, mister,” his father warned, wagging his finger at Julian. “Now, we’ll speak no more about it. Go up to your room and fetch your music. We would like to hear you play the piano.”

Julian felt his cheeks go hot. He had tears in his eyes but he didn’t want to cry. George had said that only babies cried and he was not a baby. But, he was desperate to go to the fair. He didn’t understand. It would be fun and he was missing out. He ran upstairs to collect his music when a thought occurred to him.

I don’t have to listen to what they say. I’ll go to the fair without them and they won’t even know.

If you have ever thought something like what Julian Brady just had, you’ll know that disobeying your parents is a very unwise decision.  A very, very unwise decision. 

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