
The Great Pillow Fort Expedition
One rainy afternoon, brothers and sisters build the greatest pillow fort in history, and find a whole world inside. Brave together.
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- Ages 2 to 8
- 28 pages
- From £12.99
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Pitter-patter, plip and plop! The rain came down and wouldn't stop. The children pressed their noses to the glass. "No garden today! How long will this last?" Then one little smile began to grow. "I have an idea! Come on! Let's go!"

"Let's build a fort!" came an excited cry. "With towers that almost reach up to the sky! With tunnels and flags and a secret way in! The greatest adventure is ready to begin!" They looked at each other and grinned from ear to ear. The greatest pillow fort was starting right here.

They gathered the cushions, the blankets and sheets, and piled up the pillows in fluffy heaps. One cushion went WHUMP! One pillow went PLOP! One blanket went FLOOF! The giggles wouldn't stop. "Cushions and blankets and pillows galore! We're building a fort with a secret door!" Then something rumbled beneath their feet.

Chairs became towers. The blankets became skies. A broomstick stood proudly where the flag could fly. Captain Whiskers sat guard by the door. "No grown-ups allowed!" they whispered. "Not yet!" They crawled through the entrance, into the cosy gloom. Then something shimmered… And the room became a world!

The ceiling stretched higher. The walls disappeared. Above them, a sky full of stars had appeared. The carpet grew mossy. The cushions grew tall. A sign swung from a branch: "WELCOME, ONE AND ALL!" Then came a splash and a squeak from somewhere nearby. "HELP! My boat's getting wobbly! Oh, me! Oh, my!"

A river of blankets rippled ahead. Their raft was a basket; their paddles were slippers instead! They paddled and wobbled. The current grew strong. "Hold on to each other!" they shouted. "Hold on!" With one mighty heave, they scrambled ashore. But ahead stood a mountain they'd never seen before.

Pillow Mountain was fluffy. Pillow Mountain was steep. "We'll never get up there!" came a worried little peep. "We can climb if we help one another," someone said. So hand in hand, they climbed towards the clouds overhead. They slipped on a cushion and tumbled in a heap, then laughed till they could hardly stand on their feet. At last, they reached the top. What a wonderful view! But a dark cave lay ahead… And something inside gave a ROAR!

Inside the cave sat a dragon, green and tall, curled up so tight in a trembling ball. But he wasn't breathing fire. He was trembling instead. "I'm frightened of shadows," the little dragon said. "They wiggle and wobble. They grow and they creep. I'm scared of the dark, and I can't get to sleep." The children stepped closer. "We'll stay here with you."

They shone their torch where the shadows grew. "That monster," said one, "is a rock with a hat!" "That giant," said another, "is a very big bat!" The dragon took a breath, then another, then two. "I'm still a bit frightened." "That's all right," came the reply. "You don't have to feel fearless to give brave a try." The dragon stepped out, his wings stretching wide. For the first time ever, he stood tall with pride.

"I know how to thank you!" the dragon cried. He flapped both his wings, and the cave opened wide. Out came toast soldiers and jelly that wobbled, and marshmallows piled in a mountain that gobbled! They drank hot chocolate beneath the stars. "Will you visit again?" asked the dragon. "Of course!" they promised. "We'll come back soon!"

The stars were twinkling. The moon glowed bright. The children were sleepy. What a wonderful night! "Climb on my back," said the dragon with cheer. "I'll fly you home safely. Your fort isn't far from here!" Over the mountain, over the stream, past forests of cushions and meadows of green. He sang them a lullaby, soft as could be… Then fluttered through blankets, back home to their cosy fort.

The grown-ups came tiptoeing, wondering where they'd gone. There, fast asleep, lay the children till dawn. Captain Whiskers was curled up, a paw on a pillow. The broomstick still fluttered. The blankets lay low. The greatest fort wasn't the tallest of all. It was where they felt safe, where they answered each call. For the best adventures, wherever you start, are the ones you share with the ones in your heart.