Dibbly Dinosaur and the Cake Castle
Example book. An illustrated example of the experience we are developing. Talebrix is still in development; this book was not printed by the device.
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It starts with a little idea…
Emily (child)“A dinosaur who dreams of castles and of cake.”
The shape of this story
Dibbly dreams of adventures and of cake. One morning a smell leads him over a hill to a castle, and the chocolate drawbridge does not last the visit.
Age 5
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Pages 1–2
Dibbly Dinosaur dreamed of adventures. He dreamed of fluttering flags, brave knights and castles with towers that tickled the clouds. But Dibbly loved something else, too. Cake. Big cakes. Little cakes. Cakes with cherries on top. “If only,” he sighed, “there were a castle made of cake.”
Page 3
One morning, Dibbly followed a wonderful smell. Over a hill… through a meadow… and round a bend… There stood a CASTLE MADE OF CAKE! Sponge-cake towers! Swirls of icing! Strawberry flags! Dibbly’s mouth fell open. “Oh, crumbs!”
Pages 4–5
Around the castle flowed a wide, wobbly jelly moat. Across the moat stretched a drawbridge. A thick, shiny, delicious-looking… …CHOCOLATE drawbridge! Dibbly sniffed. He shuffled closer. “One tiny nibble,” he whispered. “No one will notice that.”
Page 6
NIBBLE. “Mmm!” CRUNCH. “Scrummy!” CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! Dibbly ate from one end of the drawbridge to the other. He gobbled the corners. He munched the middle. He even licked up the very last crumb.
Pages 7–8
Then his tummy made a noise. GURGLE. Dibbly stopped smiling. GRUMBLE. He held his middle. “Ooooh. Perhaps that was one nibble too many.” Just then— CLIP-CLOP! CLIP-CLOP! Home came the brave knights on their horses. They stopped beside the moat. “Where’s our drawbridge?”
Pages 9–10
The knights looked at the gap. They looked at Dibbly. Dibbly looked at his feet. A little chocolate crumb dropped from his chin. “Oh,” said a knight. “I ate it,” Dibbly admitted. “All of it. I’m very sorry.” His tummy hurt. Now his heart felt rather wobbly, too. “Please let me help put things right.”
Page 11
Dibbly looked across the meadow. Beyond the hill stood the Biscuit Forest. There were shortbread branches, custard-cream bushes and tall trees with enormous biscuit trunks. Dibbly had an idea. “A new drawbridge!” he cried. “A BISCUIT drawbridge!”
Pages 12–13
Off they went. The knights gathered long, sturdy biscuits. Their horses pulled them back in little carts. Dibbly carried the biggest stack of all. Slowly. Carefully. Without a single nibble. They laid the biscuits side by side. They fastened wooden supports underneath and tied everything tightly with ropes. Dibbly held the bridge steady while the knights fitted its chains. “Ready?” they called. “Ready!” said Dibbly.
Page 14
HEAVE! Up went the bridge. LOWER! Down it came. The first horse stepped across. Then another. Then all the knights rode safely home! “HURRAH FOR DIBBLY!” Dibbly gave a small, pleased smile. And a rather large tummy gurgle.
Pages 15–16
“You’ve worked very hard,” said a knight. “And you stayed to help.” He opened the great castle doors. “Come inside! You shall be our special guest at the banquet!” Dibbly followed the knights into the grand hall. The table was piled high with silver platters. “Your favourite!” they cheered. Off came the lids…
Page 17
CAKE! Chocolate cake. Cherry cake. An enormous cake with extra icing. Dibbly’s tummy gave one last— GLOOOOOP. “Thank you,” he squeaked. “Could I just have a little lie-down?” Poor Dibbly!