On Lou Creature’s birthday

she got a pet spider,

a lava lump

and a woolly hat knitted by Grandma.

But she didn’t get what she really wanted.


At her party

she blew out all the candles

on her cowpat cake.

But she wouldn’t eat any.


“Crispy on the outside

and gooey on the inside,” said Mum,

“just how you like it, stinkle-toes.”

But Lou shook her head and sulked.


“What’s wrong with you today?” asked Mum.

I want Pink!” roared Lou.

“I want pink cake,

a pink dress

and a pink pony!”


“Pink wouldn’t suit you,” said Dad.

“It’s princessy and nice.”

“I want to be a princess,” said Lou,

“and I want to look nice.”


She stomped off down the mountain-side.


At the playground

Lou made friends with Sophie,

who was wearing a pink dress.

“Pink!” roared Lou.

“Mum makes me wear it,” said Sophie.

I like brown.”


Lou tried to be dainty,

like a princess.

But the swings looped-the-loop

when she swung on them.

The roundabout took off like a frisbee.

The seesaw sent Sophie soaring,

and the rocking horse galloped away.


They had so much fun

Sophie invited Lou home for tea.


“I’m a Creature,” said Lou,

“but I want to be a princess.”


“I’m a girl,” said Sophie,

“but I want to be a monster.”


“Then let’s do a swap,” said Lou.

“I’ll be you and you can be me.”


Sophie’s clothes didn’t fit Lou.

So she squeezed into

Sophie’s Mum’s wedding dress,

high heels

and a tiara.


“You look lovely,” said Sophie.

“Just like a princess.”


Lou gave Sophie a makeover.

A baggy brown jumper suited her


to the



“You look horrible,” said Lou.

“Just like a monster.”


Then they swapped places.


“Bathtime, little monster,” said Lou’s Mum to Sophie.

Mud-baths were great, thought Sophie,

as she squelched

and belched

and splattered

and oozed.


Bathtime, snugglekins,” said Sophie’s Mum to Lou.

Princess-baths were great, thought Lou,

as she splashed

and gargled

and grew a pink afro.


But in the gloom of Lou’s bedroom

Sophie began to feel strange.

She couldn’t find a towel,

a toothbrush

or a teddy,

and her bed was as hard as a rock.


And in the dazzle of Sophie’s bedroom

Lou began to feel dizzy.

Her eyes stung,

her fur itched

and her bed was as soft as marshmallow.


“Time for your bedtime story,” said Lou’s mum.

“The Thing slithered out from under the bed …”

Sophie shivered.

She wished her friend Lou was there.

It was more fun being a monster with Lou.


Then Princess Tinsel went shopping,” read Sophie’s mum.

Lou yawned.

She wished her friend Sophie was there.

It was more fun being a princess with Sophie.


Outside the Creature cave

thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

Sophie jumped out of bed.

The cave walls lit up and she saw

a small brown wild-eyed mud monster

staring back at her.

Nyyaaarrgggh!” she shrieked.

“That can’t be me!”


In Sophie’s bedroom

Lou stared into the mirrorball

and saw

a gang of scary pink princesses

staring back at her.

Waaaarrgggh!” she howled.

“That can’t be me!”


“I don’t want to be a monster anymore,” whispered Sophie

“I don’t want to be a princess anymore,” croaked Lou.

I want to go home!” screamed Sophie and Lou.


Half way down the mountainside

they bumped into each other and swapped back:



Sophie got home

in time to watch Cinderella with Mum.


And Lou got home

in time for the last piece of cowpat cake.


Lou and Sophie stayed the best of friends.

But they were never

all Creature

or all Princess


They were a stinky pink mixture of both.




© Nick Walker 2012