The Fantoozles - Part II

Prime Minister Heshley has called a meeting. When all the Fantoozles arrive the dancing deer, the PM's bodyguards are standing in a circle surrounding the PM at the top of the mound.

“Welcome Fantoozle’s – I am your King… I mean your humble Prime Minister." Boomed out the PM's voice through a loud speaker. "Now there have been rumours that your dreams are coming back. This is ridiculous! Because they’re not - do you all understand?” The Fantoozles nodded and clapped as they knew they had to.

“Now let me reassure you,” the PM continued. “You can completely trust me. I stand for you and you stand for me. And to show this I am here today to reveal real advancement in the building of our Tatamalas.” The Fantoozles looked at one another, confused. ‘Where was the chanting papa?” Asked one little Fantoozle to her father. But her father was so distraught by the announcement that all he could do was open and close his mouth like a lewali fish.

“So dear fellow Fantoozles,” the PM continued. “I present you with our new breed of Tatamalas.” And with that some of the strongest dancing deer pulled away a large array of branches to reveal the new tatamala. The Fantoozles gasped. For there in front of them was a cement slabbed block. There was a door, some windows, and a flat roof.

“Isn’t it beautiful!” Called out the PM. The Fantoozles couldn’t speak. Their hearts felt heavy. “We plan to build many more of these homes. All will look identical.” Again the Fantoozles gasped. Houses that look identical?

“Now be off with you!” PM Heshly’s voice boomed, “and go and make Mahaboghi Land, the very best of all!” The Fantoozles shuffled off, their eyes downcast, their faces set with heavy frowns.

But whilst the others headed back to their dreamless Tatamalas, two Fantoozles slipped away to the woods.


Tara and Jappa were like brother and sister. They spent so much time together that their parents had built a tunnel that led from one bedroom to another, so that at night they could fall asleep whilst listening to one  another's “goodnight” echo.

But recently they had stopped using their goodnight tunnel. Life without dreams felt empty. So they had taken to going for walks in the woods trying to bring the dreams back. They’d tried everything they could: dancing at twilight, hanging from trees, and twirling around on their heads, all in the hope that it would bring the dreams back. As if they were floating nearby like shy ghosts, unsure that they were wanted.

But nothing.

“But Tara! I’m not sure I can give up anything else.” Jappa said turning to his friend as they walked deeper into the woods. “We’ve even given up tooziling time. And that’s a hard core sacrifice indeed.”

“Oh Jappa I know.” Tara replied, not quite able to make eye contact with her friend. "But we have to."

“But Tara tooziling is so important!" And then Jappa started to sing.

“Oh toozili toozili foozili. Fantoozles love to toozle! It’s laughing as you move, Moving as you laugh. Lets toozle in the morning! Lets toozle in the noon! Lets toozle with others, Or especially Lets toozle When we’re totally alone. Oh fantoozleboozle toozili Toozili toozili foozili. Fantoozles, we love to toozle Yes we do.”

“We love that song!” Called a voice from the trees. Tara and Jappa jumped. Who could it be? Then with an elegant jump, a most brilliantly coloured Fantoozle appeared beside them.


“A tree dreamer!” Tara squealed.

“Yes I’m a tree dreamer. My name is Bodi.”

“Mine is…”

“Tara, I know.” Bodi replied, his rainbow coloured hair gleaming in the sun. “And you’re Jappa.” He said turning towards Jappa who was edging closer to Tara.

“I wasn’t even sure you existed. Is it true,” Tara asked. “You are neither male or female? You’re something…” “…in between?”


“Yes, I’m something in between.” Bodi said.

“Couldn’t you decide?”

“If I would like to be born a boy or a girl?”


“No. Anyway, that decision wasn’t mine to make. I am what I am. You are what you are. And we’ve already spoken too much.” And with that Bodi beckoned for Tara and Jappa to follow him.

“I have something to show you.” He explained when they hesitated. “Something you’ll really like.” Tara and Jappa looked at one another reaching out their paws for each other as they followed Bodi around the large tree trunk to a thin wooden ladder leaning against the tree. They climbed to the very top too a ledge that ran around the rim of the tree, spiralling upwards towards the clouds.

“Do you see that platform?” Asked Bodi pointing towards a platform near the clouds. Tara and Jappa nodded. “That’s the Dreamers Circle, where we share our dreams of the night.” Bodi explained.

“But shouldn’t you be there?” Asked Tara.

Bodi looked at Tara, “You’re my dream of the night Tara and it’s not for me to sit when a dream calls so loudly.” Tara's butterfly ears twinkled and a streak of hair turned bright green.

“I’ve forgotten what it feels like to dream Bodi. Totally forgotten it’s true.”

“Tara you haven’t forgotten. That’s why you’re here. Because you remember so well. Now we want to help you, we have too many dreams and need you ground dreamers, to take yours back!”

“We would love to! But we can’t Bodi - Prime Minister Heshley he’s banned them.” Jappa replied.

“And that is why I need to tell you something. The problem that you think you have - you don’t have at all!” Said Bodi.

“What do you mean?” Tara and Jappa asked together.

Then speaking very slowly Bodi continued: “PM Heshly only exists because you think he exists, otherwise he’s nothing at all!” Tara and Jappa looked sceptical.

“Now think about it,” continued Bodi, “when have you ever actually seen the PM?”

“Ummm it’s been a while. A really long while…” Tara replied.

“Has it been so long, that you’re not even sure you’ve ever seen him?” Asked Bodi. “You see the dancing deer are a clever lot. They’re so very beautiful and so very cool, they know that whenever you Fantoozles see them, you’re so dazzled by their looks that you only blush and mumble.” Tara blushed. For it is well known that when a Fantoozle has a crush, their mind turns to mush and they become most pliable indeed.

"But it’s so very simple, like a cute little dimple. No one is going to believe us at all!” Said Tara.

“Yes they will! We Tree Dreamers have a plan.” Replied Bodi.

“Phew!” Exclaimed Tara, stepping closer to Bodi to listen to every word he said. And then repeating everything to Jappa who was so exhausted by the day that he kept falling asleep, his hair resting on his arms, his rainbow coloured hair getting brighter by the second...

How will Tara and Jappa show the other Fantoozles the truth about the PM?

Cick here to find out