National Snoodle Day

Snoodle time's been reduced by a whole hour!

The greatest disturbance experienced by the Snoodles en masse was the day when their Snoodle alarms (the church bells) which ensure that they 'pip' in time for breakfast, went off sooner than expected. They struggled down for breakfast with their eyes glued together, tripping over their duvets and bumping into each other.

"Something must be wrong" worried one as he tried to help the littlest Snoodle who had collapsed into his cornflakes. "I'm so tired, I didn't even 'pip'. It must be the middle of the night and we should all be snoodling!"

The littlest Snoodle had been lifted out of his cornflake bowl, just as the roundest Snoodle fell into it.

The air was filled with worried whittering and goulooing as they tried to discuss their problem and stay awake at the same time.

In the end, it was decided to consult the clocks to see if the time was right. The clocks in the nearby town said 11 a.m.

The biggest Snoodle then looked at his personal, pocket Snoodle watch.

"Oh No!" cried the biggest Snoodle, "10 a.m.! It's the middle of the night! snoodle time's been reduced by a whole hour!"

The Snoodles gasped in horror and looked at their personal, pocket Snoodle watches. The biggest Snoodle was right. No wonder they couldn't stay awake!

"What's happened?" lamented the fluffiest Snoodle.

"Maybe people think that Snoodles should wake up earlier.' one of them ventured.

"Oh No!" they cried in unison. "Everybody knows that Snoodles need their sleep!"

"Maybe we've been naughty." whispered the smallest Snoodle, his eyes large and round. There was a shocked silence.

"We haven't been naughty have we?" they whittered in distress.

"Oh no! We're only little!"

"This must be anti-Snoodle day." trembled the cuddliest Snoodle. The Snoodles whittered and goulooed and ran to one another and got all their duvets confused.

"Surely there's not an anti-Snoodle day,' said the roundest Snoodle. "Everyone loves Snoodles and we're only little."

"And round."

"And cuddly."

"Maybe we should go to Whitehall and ask the important people what we've done wrong.' suggested the littlest Snoodle. "Then maybe they'll forgive us."

"Oh yes,' they all agreed.

"But it's so far away." said the fluffiest Snoodle "I'd be afraid to go all that way, even in my Snoodle mobile and when I got there I'd be too scared to talk to the important people."

"I know!" Said the fattest Snoodle who had just struggled out of his second bowl of cornflakes, "Let's write down what we want to say on bits of card and glue handles on them so we can hold them up to be read."

"Ooh, what a clever idea." agreed the Snoodles, "And if we had a song to sing it would give us courage."

So the little Snoodles pattered off to prepare their placards and their Snoodle mobiles. All the while, they sang their new song.

"Onward little Snoodles,Going to Whitehall.

With our stock of Blankets, wrapped up in a ball.

Snoodles at the rear, snap their duvets on,

Forward into Whitehall, Snoodling as one."

A Snoodle mobile is the Snoodles' favoured mode of transport, mainly because they have such little legs and it allows them to snoodle in transit. A Snoodle mobile consists of a snoodling surface complete with mattress, pillows and mobile duvet (one that can be clipped to the mattress to prevent it from flying off) a wooden back rest to stop the pillows from falling off and a post at each corner. The whole ensemble is mounted on castors. In fact Snoodle mobiles are often mistaken for beds except of course that beds don't tend to trundle down high streets or park in library car parks.

When the exhausted Snoodles had finished their preparations, each one climbed into his Snoodle mobile and set off for Whitehall. Snoodle mobiles are not designed for long journeys. They are usually used to ferry the Snoodle from one sleeping place to another because they can never decide which one they like best. Travelling a long distance proved too much for some of the mobiles and the rescue services were working full time pulling Snoodle mobiles out of ditches and reuniting frightened Snoodles with their duvets.