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

Fantoozles Trilogy: Part I

Fantoozles are extraordinary creatures. Their hair is every single colour you can think of and every single colour that exists. They’ve ears like butterfly wings and eyes that are brown and tiny. And they're faster then anyone on the land.

Fantoozles live in their Tatamalas: houses that dream, so that Fantoozles can dream.  And although no one knows what goes on in the dreams of Tatamalas, they are said to be quite wild.

Fantoozles loves their Tatamalas and when they come to build them, every single Fantoozle in Mahaboghi Land comes together to help.

There are diamond Tatamala’s, triangle Tatamala’s, spiral Tatamala's, Tatamala’s that look like pineapples and Tatamala’s that look like dinosaurs. There is also one that looks like a unicorn, whose horn points so far into the sky that when standing on the tip, it is said that you can see the whole world. 

Whilst building a new Tatamala the Fantoozles will sing and chant that one word for the entire period that it takes to complete it. Whether that be 3 weeks or 3 years. For when Fantoozles are building a Tatamala, the hours of the day are like ice on a rock, melting underneath the sun: they simply disappear.

“Tatamala, Tatamala, Tata-malatatamalatatamalatatamala.” And though they are tiny, Fantoozle voices can be as loud as the boom of an elephant. In fact they sing so loudly, it is as if every little blade of grass and every little leaf on every single tree seems to be booming along as well.As if this one word were the beat of their very hearts.


And of course that is exactly what their homes are to them: the beat of a Fantoozle heart. For when Fantoozles go to bed at night in order to sleep and dream, they can only do so because their Tatamalas are dreaming too. 

But something is amiss in Mahaboghi Land. The badly behaved, (oh he’s terribly behaved) Lord Heshley had made himself Prime Minister. And as one of his first acts as PM he's banned the Tatamala’s from dreaming.

“We are Fantoozles! We don’t need these dreams anymore!” His PMship has declared on his favourite radio station: PM FM.

“It’s so much better not to dream! All this looking inwards! What nonsense I say! Life is for enjoying! For celebrating! Not for getting distracted by things that don’t matter. So, instead, may I suggest that we just focus on making Mahabogi Land, the very best of all!” For this is his PMship’s No.1 favourite game: how to make Mahabogi Land 'The Very Best of all!'

“Things can always be better!” He says. “We need our sleep! Proper and deep. And nothing must intrude on that time.”

Now the only way to stop the Tatamalas from dreaming is to take away Tatamala Unicorn. So the Dancing Deer, his Lordiships bodyguards have banished her away and all across Mahaboghi Land the Tatamalas have stopped dreaming. Their rainbow hair has turned dull and blank, the colour of a gloomy day and their brown little eyes are bloodshot and grey. And even their butterfly wings hang loosely by their heads drooping like a willow trees leaves.

But even though all Fantoozles are under strict instructions never to mention their Tatamalas, things that are banished have a way of remaining in our minds, even if some would rather they didn’t. And so it is that if you listen carefully, you will hear whispers of hope dancing in the breeze amongst the golden leaves.


Whispers that are getting louder and louder....

For Part II - please click here