Join the fun with the Kuppies - an illustrated book suitable for all the family.
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| Prince Volonski and Lenin by G. Foutoux From "The Prince and the Kupppies" All Rights Reserved Copyright L.Ivison 2013 |
Thursday, 30 May 2013
THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES - published on AMAZON KINDLE BOOKS 2 days ago.
Join the fun with the Kuppies - an illustrated book suitable for all the family.
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
THE PRINCE AND THE KUPPIES by G. Foutoux PUBLISHED TODAY ON AMAZON KINDLE BOOKS
An eccentric Russian aristocrat crosses his Dalmatian dog Lenin with his Siamese cat Ming and gets Kuppies which cause havoc in his Chateau
Fun for all the family - full coloured illustrations.
Fun for all the family - full coloured illustrations.
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| Prince Volonski visits the Grey Prince by G. Foutoux All Rights Reserved Copyright L.Ivison 2013 |
Monday, 1 April 2013
The Crystal Princess
Have you read my new Fairy Tale "The Crystal Princess" which I published for the first time today?
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| The Crystal Princess by Foutoux All Rights Reserved Copyright L.Ivison 2013 |
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
The Prince and the Kuppies Chapter 2
Did you know that The Prince and the Kuppies (one of my blogs) has become a world wide sensation.
Well the Prince has now crossed moles and owls and made Mowls who can see and who want to climb trees but can't because they still have the flippers of a mole.
Read this in The Prince and the Kuppies Chapter 2 on my blog.
bye bye
FOUTOUX
All Rights Reserved. Copyright L. Ivison 2013
Well the Prince has now crossed moles and owls and made Mowls who can see and who want to climb trees but can't because they still have the flippers of a mole.
Read this in The Prince and the Kuppies Chapter 2 on my blog.
bye bye
FOUTOUX
All Rights Reserved. Copyright L. Ivison 2013
Monday, 18 March 2013
The Prince and the Grey Pears
copyright L. Ivison 2013
After several years Prince Pietro's garden had, with the exception of the Crimson Neige rose which continued to bloom all through the year, abandoned his plans to add colour to his winter garden. On the contrary, now that his pear orchard hung in September with thousands of golden pears he was wondering how he could stop the birds pecking at them. He was tired of walking in the orchard and finding ripe fruit in the grass so he thought of a way to make the trees less attractive to the birds.
He set about developing a pear, round and juicy but without colour - a grey tone in fact. As to the twigs which held the pears he developed a wood as hard as steel which sounded like a small bell when a bird landed on one.
Within 5 years he had his orchard of grey pears and he walked proudly listening to the sound of tinkling bells. Very soon the birds had left the orchard and he had a rich crop of pears - each one unblemished by the beak of a bird and as round and juicy as any pear as you could find.
His servant took the first pickings to market but despite their reasonable price nobody stopped to buy his pears.
The orchard itself had fallen silent - no birds sang and because they had stopped visiting the clear bell sound of the branches stopped too. Because the birds didn't come the orchard was invaded by thousands of insects and wasps who, no longer eaten by the birds and indifference to the colour of the pears, swarmed round the Prince and the gardeners stinging them at every opportunity.
The orchard now resounded to the strangest combination of the buzz of bees and wasps and flies. Finally the Prince cut the whole orchard down and planted another variety of golden pear and soon the birds returned and the singing that he had once ignored now delighted the Prince all the more.
After several years Prince Pietro's garden had, with the exception of the Crimson Neige rose which continued to bloom all through the year, abandoned his plans to add colour to his winter garden. On the contrary, now that his pear orchard hung in September with thousands of golden pears he was wondering how he could stop the birds pecking at them. He was tired of walking in the orchard and finding ripe fruit in the grass so he thought of a way to make the trees less attractive to the birds.
He set about developing a pear, round and juicy but without colour - a grey tone in fact. As to the twigs which held the pears he developed a wood as hard as steel which sounded like a small bell when a bird landed on one.
Within 5 years he had his orchard of grey pears and he walked proudly listening to the sound of tinkling bells. Very soon the birds had left the orchard and he had a rich crop of pears - each one unblemished by the beak of a bird and as round and juicy as any pear as you could find.
His servant took the first pickings to market but despite their reasonable price nobody stopped to buy his pears.
The orchard itself had fallen silent - no birds sang and because they had stopped visiting the clear bell sound of the branches stopped too. Because the birds didn't come the orchard was invaded by thousands of insects and wasps who, no longer eaten by the birds and indifference to the colour of the pears, swarmed round the Prince and the gardeners stinging them at every opportunity.
The orchard now resounded to the strangest combination of the buzz of bees and wasps and flies. Finally the Prince cut the whole orchard down and planted another variety of golden pear and soon the birds returned and the singing that he had once ignored now delighted the Prince all the more.
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| The Prince and the Grey Pear Tree by Foutoux All Rights Reserved Copyright L. Ivison 2013 |
Sunday, 17 March 2013
The King's Gardener
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| The King and the Gardener by Foutoux All Rights Reserved Copyright L.Ivison 2013 |
There was once a very old King who had a gardener who liked to play jokes. It was mid-summer and the gardener, seeing that the King was tired and in ill-health, decided to surprise the King.
He went out just after sunset, with a pair of secateurs, a dozen paint brushes and six tins of paint. With the help of a lamp he cut off all the blooms in the garden - the roses, the irises, the honeysuckle, the cyclamen - and with his paint brushes began to paint each leaf an autumn colour. First they were yellow, then orange, then copper. The gardener considered himself to be quite an artist and happy with his night's work he went to bed. When the Summer Sun rose the next morning instead of finding his beloved roses and irises and lilies to warm, he found an autumn world full of dying leaves. The Sun was vexed because he liked the power he had to withdraw his rays gradually from the world and watch it shiver. Nevertheless, he felt he had no choice but to continue to shine on this autumn garden.
At 8 o'clock the King was served breakfast on a silver tray and weary even before the day had begun, he pulled back the curtains. He rubbed his eyes thinking that he had lost his senses and then ran out on to the lawn, kicking the leaves while his white hair was blown by a soft summer breeze. The sun was already hot.
He stood astonished at what he saw - the soft greens of summer were gone and the westerly wind finding it had no leaves to rustle left the garden which had fallen into a strange silence.
Instead of finding the joke funny the King fell into a melancholy from which he never recovered.
copyright L. ivison 2013
Friday, 15 March 2013
The Prince and The Pear Tree
copyright L. Ivison 2013
Pietro Orlovski was a Russian Prince who had fled Russia just before the Revolution. He had bought a chateau in N. in France and now his son cultivated a rose garden which was famous throughout the region. Prince Orlovski, now 70 years old himself, prided himself on Crimson Neige, a hybrid rose which bloomed throughout winter. When the hortentias had brown heads and the copper beeches held tight to their curled leaves from October, Crimson Neige bloomed under the grey skies of N. in the rain and the frost.
One morning early in March the Prince woke, stretched, walked to the window and saw the landscape covered in six inches of snow. A stone fish in the middle of the fountain spouted water which had frozen in mid air, icicles hung from the chateau, and the birds shivered.
The Prince dressed hurriedly and planting his boots in the fine snow he reached his rose garden where all the other bushes, cut-back and jagged, had not so much as a leaf. But his Crimson Neige was in full bloom, and the rich velvet petals were covered in white powder. The Prince brushed the dusty snow off each rose blowing the last remnants off the buds. He worked slowly smelling each bloom and marvelled at his invention.
He returned home, kicked off his boots, shook the snow off and his face, now as crimson as his off-spring, sat by the fire. He considered that with this first success there was no reason why he shouldn't bring some more colour to the winter landscape.
The following Spring he planted a pear tree which, if all went well the Prince calculated, would bear its fruit in January and, sure enough, under the grey skies golden pears hung from every brancy. By February the snow had fallen and the summer green leaves were coated with snow - each pear had its own bonnet and the hungry birds pecked at the fruit.
The Prince went out to admire his new work, reached up, brushed the snow off a ripe pear and bit into it. The juice ran down his chin and he threw the core over his shoulder.
The following year he had cultivated lilac trees which bloomed from Christmas to Easter - lilac of every shade from white to deep purpe and when he looked out of his window in mid winter he saw the crimson roses, the golden pears and the lilac trees.
Gradually, his winter landscape was as rich in colour as any summer's day and then he realised with dismay that when May came he had lost his delight in the new season.
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| The Prince and the Pear Tree by Foutoux All Rights Reserved Copyright L.Ivison 2013 |
Pietro Orlovski was a Russian Prince who had fled Russia just before the Revolution. He had bought a chateau in N. in France and now his son cultivated a rose garden which was famous throughout the region. Prince Orlovski, now 70 years old himself, prided himself on Crimson Neige, a hybrid rose which bloomed throughout winter. When the hortentias had brown heads and the copper beeches held tight to their curled leaves from October, Crimson Neige bloomed under the grey skies of N. in the rain and the frost.
One morning early in March the Prince woke, stretched, walked to the window and saw the landscape covered in six inches of snow. A stone fish in the middle of the fountain spouted water which had frozen in mid air, icicles hung from the chateau, and the birds shivered.
The Prince dressed hurriedly and planting his boots in the fine snow he reached his rose garden where all the other bushes, cut-back and jagged, had not so much as a leaf. But his Crimson Neige was in full bloom, and the rich velvet petals were covered in white powder. The Prince brushed the dusty snow off each rose blowing the last remnants off the buds. He worked slowly smelling each bloom and marvelled at his invention.
He returned home, kicked off his boots, shook the snow off and his face, now as crimson as his off-spring, sat by the fire. He considered that with this first success there was no reason why he shouldn't bring some more colour to the winter landscape.
The following Spring he planted a pear tree which, if all went well the Prince calculated, would bear its fruit in January and, sure enough, under the grey skies golden pears hung from every brancy. By February the snow had fallen and the summer green leaves were coated with snow - each pear had its own bonnet and the hungry birds pecked at the fruit.
The Prince went out to admire his new work, reached up, brushed the snow off a ripe pear and bit into it. The juice ran down his chin and he threw the core over his shoulder.
The following year he had cultivated lilac trees which bloomed from Christmas to Easter - lilac of every shade from white to deep purpe and when he looked out of his window in mid winter he saw the crimson roses, the golden pears and the lilac trees.
Gradually, his winter landscape was as rich in colour as any summer's day and then he realised with dismay that when May came he had lost his delight in the new season.
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