Scribble and Bibble and the Taco Grande

By Rosie

Scribble was a squirrel. Bibble was a squirrel. Scribble and Bibble were the best of

friends in the whole wood. Bibble was the younger of the two squirrels. He was

really cheeky and loved to break the rules, which meant he was always getting into

trouble. The only thing Bibble loved more than breaking the rules was Mexican

wrestling. Bibble adored parading the wood in his favourite Alburo outfit (Alburo

was Bibble’s favourite Mexican Wrestler) and whenever Bibble was wrestling (which

was most of the time) he went by the name of "Bestia Bibble", meaning

"Bibble the Beast".

Whilst Bibble leaped and rolled around the wood practising drop kicks and power

slams, Scribble wandered the woods with his notebook. Scribble was never without his

notebook and he was always writing in it. Scribble scribbled about trees. He

scribbled about flowers and he scribbled about animals. In fact Scribble scribbled

about everything.

One day Scribble and Bibble were talking to Bibble’s mum about the deepest and

darkest part of the wood.

“Don’t ever go there” she said “it’s far too dangerous for you little youngsters”.

“Oh but…” muttered Bibble.

“No” She interrupted. “No buts. Don’t ever go there. Do you hear me?” She asked in a

stern voice.

“Yes” came the reluctant reply.

“Now go and play outside and I will call you when tea is ready”.

Bibble and Scribble ran into the woods to play. Only five minutes had passed when

Bibble cheekily said “Let’s go into the deepest, darkest part of the wood”

“No, we mustn’t” warned Scribble. “Remember what your mum told us.”

“Rules are there to be broken” dismissed Bibble. “Come on, don’t be scared”

“OK” replied Scribble “But don’t blame me when you get into trouble”

Ignoring the advice of Bibble’s mother, the two youngsters made their way into the

deepest, darkest part of the wood.

With every step it grew colder and darker. The trees seemed to be whispering to each

other and everywhere they looked, they could see unwelcoming eyes staring back at

them. They started to wonder if they had made the right decision.

“I’m scared” whimpered Bibble.

“Me too” whispered Scribble.

Just then a twig snapped behind them. They turned around sharply to see a large

sparrow hawk staring back at them.

Bibble let out an ear-piercing scream “Aahh!”

Scribble started scribbling in his notebook.

The sparrow hawk stretched out its claw, but before it could grab them it

disappeared in an explosion of feathers. As the feathers settled, the two squirrels

couldn’t believe their eyes. The hawk had been brain busted by the coolest Mexican

wrestler they had ever seen.

“Who are you?” Scribble asked. The masked hero revealed herself.

“Woahh!” said Scribble and Bibble in amazement.

“Mum, you’re….. a Mexican wrestler.”

“Yes Bibble I am. I am the Taco Grande, undefeated in over 50 contests.

“Now you two, it’s time to come home. The acorn soup is ready”.

She smiled because her son finally knew her biggest secret.