Day 3 Christmas Log Blog: “All is calm all is bright”- “Little Dormouse Christmas Story” – Tom Kennedy Series

It was one snowy night in the Forest of Dean all of the animals where asleep; all except one, in the little cabin outside the big wooded cabin once lived a little door mouse who keeps an eye out for any dangerous predictors coming to the cabin. You may think what can a little door mouse do if a dangerous animal or human being came to the home. You’ll be surprised what one little dormouse can do. For the door mouse have been quite happily with himself for making lots of mince pies for himself; along with his Christmas tree looking beautiful as ever like it does every year, he even whilst the tune of a well known family tune who lived in the cabin behind his.

It was happy that nothing bad has happened in the last few weeks; everything had been very quiet and very still in the big log cabin, but he thought it too soon when the candle lights went out. His whilsting died down. His ears dropped. He looked towards the window of the gloomy darkness. Not moving a muscle for a while.

Still wasn’t sure what was happening. Something still didn’t feel right he scurried up through the hole in the walls of his small cabin; then up through the another hole that gave him access to the other cabin, as he rushed too fast as he came out trying to stand up as he called out to Tom not noticing that the lights were still on, knocked something over a female caught the object and Tom caught the dormouse before both reached the floor.

As the mouse looked up seeing both Tom and the female looking down at him; he soon realised it was just false alarm, he has those moments especially the weeks before christmas and he always forgets at this time of year that Tom’s best friends knows all the tricks in the book for the trip hazards and everything for Tom’s protection. “Still haven’t read my little postcard or my book little man” I replied “oh Lizzy I am so sorry. I keep on forgetting that every year you come and I forget everytime” squeaked the dormouse. Tom and I laughed and said “Happy Christmas little man”

Invisible Magic Part 5: The Words Of the Native American Chief 

The most powerful thing you can ever find is the longest Red Chief Indian; who knew the Kennedy Family for years, it wasn’t long that his predictions had come true.



Tom was going through his dad’s old paperwork box that no one actually read; the box had just said “confidential no one needs to know; unless that day has arrived, we all know what to except and if you need clues open this box”, Tom thought well that day has arrived so he had to open it to find clues on what to do. The box was full of notes; letters, gifts and many more things that he never knew what his dad got up too, it was like a secret thing that his dad did and nobody knew. Tom picked up one envelope that had started to be open but never got round to be finished; Tom hesitated for a moment before he did anything, he then opened it and began reading it.

Dear Stanley 

My late great grandfather had once told me that “Upon suffering beyond suffering:

The Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world; a world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations; a world longing for light again.

I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again.

In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom.

I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.

Crazy Horse, Oglala Lakota Sioux (circa 1840-1877)”

This has been passed down for generations and generations. We have always believe that no matter what happens we seek for forgiveness, the hell that we need and most importantly the wisdom that we need the most. However I must warn you there will be trouble lying ahead of us in the future; we may of lost him now but he will return, more powerfully than he was before.  

I need to inform you that in four years time; 3rd April 1996 there will be another killing in your family, I don’t know who it is but as I looked into the fire the other night as we do our normal prayers and etc. No one else had saw it other than the one I’m going to send to you; as he saw the worried look on my face that I had seen something in the fire, I can’t relieve his name but I’m calling him The observer for now. I will send him to you straight away so he can get some sort of training; that I think that might be best for him, as I am taking up your offer to help you for guidance and protection. I know this Observer very well; I trust him with my life, he is ready to serve the Kennedy family and your department. This challenge is ready for him and he’s accepted the challenge. 

The reading was at the current address of Mary and Eric Borthwright; the eldest boy is safe at school no one would dare go and touch him, however I could be wrong but you never know theses days what the dangerous man can do. Yet the triplets who will be born on 4th April 1996; were there in the nursery room in the same crib for protection, to which we are currently making three of for protection. However with Mary’s love and bravery of standing in front of them to protect them; she will be saying the readings of what Princess Pocahontas has taught her over the years, when they have been growing up together. 


I’ll probably see you very soon know doubt. 

Your Friendly Companion 

Invisible Magic Part 4: Dear Both Worlds Primeminsters

The things that Tom Kennedy would like to address from his sick bed; that’s in the basement of his home, so here is his letter for all go you to read. – Authors Notes

Dear Both Worlds PrimeMinsters 

I first like to sincerely apologies that you had witness a horrific attack this week in my home; not the first time they have attacked the house, well actually there’s an investigation going on. How did they know someone like me lived in the middle of nowhere? We all know. Well the whole Kennedy department knew who’s behind it all. Your probably thinking who were they in the first place. 

Okay let me explain. For centuries there’s this secret within the Kennedy family that someone had found a child; who was a orphan, an orphan that can do great things but no one except my world can understand and know what’s happening. For generations no one knew why we were all went into hiding except of course; my great grandfather and great grandmother, their children and their children. So basically my dad and Fred knew the secret but no one else knows; the whole truth about this secret, but there’s also two legends that run in the family. Two which is actually true but the other one is rare; so rare that know one knows who’s going to get it next, let me explain the first legend that you may have heard about is where the Kennedy Family has been blessed with their own special knowledge and experience of magic of some sort. Then you have the school in the distance lands of Scottish isles; that only people get excepted if they could do things that they can’t explain, even your world people can do things like me. 

However remember me saying about the second leg? The second legend is where nearly ever so often; each generation has one child who has autism, someone like me. Not all generations have the special gift of this power; being half autistic shows the signs of more power than anything else; half autistic means that this particular power has, this great power of helping you control your emotions and the way you react. However it’s doesn’t happen all the time; it comes when it pleases, doesn’t warn you when it does come and thats when if your in danger it does something more powerful than you can go. Basically you won’t remember as much afterwards.

The reason why I am telling you this is because the intruders weren’t just any intruders; they were followers, somebody’s followers. That somebody is called Oliver Wishingwell in other words treestumpwell. Since the news of my late cousin Mary Borthwright and her husband Eric Borthwright along with their first eldest son Mark Borthwright’s death; on the fateful night on 3rd April 1996 leaving three young infants orphaned, and most danger to the dangerous man we had to separate them all to protect them. I would say where are but if this letter gets introspected to you primeminster’s; I would like you to keep your eyes peeled and ears for listening, no matter how much you disagree with the Kennedy apartment you have to by by the law of the Kennedy’s protection and protection of Kennedy’s orphanage. 

There will be dark times and there’s no way of denying it; he is still out there somewhere, but very weak as no one actually knew what happened that night. Yet his followers are still at large; will always be finding out clues to where they are, so I do hope with respect that you will keep your questions of where they are to yourselves.
Your Sincerely 

Tom Kennedy 

Son of Stanley and Daisy Kennedy 

Aurour for Kennedy Department 

Protector of the Minstery of Humanity 

Invisible Magic Part 3 

We have now just found out that Pfftten is a bit reliability at the best of times. Why was he late getting back? In what relation is Mr.Classic and Fred to Tom? Did you expect Tom to turn into a werewolf? Comment below and let me know. – My Author notes.

Give and take the medication should kick in; clouds had started too form across the sky, the intruders were taken away and been in for questioning. The rain had started to fall down onto them; hoping that Tom would start to come round now as things had started to take place transforming him back to is normal self, something very particular that nobody knew what it was had started to happen. 

Some sort of invisible magic had started to form; all you could see was clear little clouds joining together, Fred and Mr. Classic looked at each other to begin with if to say what is this. Pfftten on the other hand “ohoh” like he knew what he had just done; which made both men look at him, “he” squeaked Pfftten as he chocked on his own flame. “Pfftten what have you….” Again Fred never got to finish off his sentence. 

The invisible magic flew up into the sky on which exploded into a mark; a mark that Fred, Mr Classic and Pfftten knew all to well what it was. The mark that nobody had seen for so long; the mark of a true Kennedy with a symbol of a werewolf added to it, both men gulped because if anyone else sore that they will know that Tom will be in more danger and who ever was driving along the cliff face. Before they could get rid of it; Tom woke up in a blind panic like he’s soul had just been sucked out of him, they both looked up and it was gone. 

“Let’s get him inside before anything else happens” said Mr Classic grabbing one off Tom’s arms whilst Fred did the same.

Pfftten ran on ahead to what was the door but he fixed the whole thing before Tom came round; to realise what he had done to the house, Mr. Classic and Fred tried to swerve around the dead bodies of the intruders that Tom went for. Pfftten locked the back door; as he ran past them he kicked them like it meant of done something, he heard his name called down the hall way to open the basement door. 

The basement was like a medical room just for Tom when something happens to him; he can be treated at home than anywhere else, there in the room were people who just arrived who knew Tom’s latest medical needs. One asked if anyone seen Mrs Ingram. As the two men laid Tom down onto the bed; Fred, Mr. Classic and Pfftten went back up to go and find her, they soon realised where she could be hiding. 

Unfortunately Pfftten had beaten them too it; as they both watched him open the cupboard doors, Mrs Ingram came out with a surprise with a shovel thinking there were still intruders in the house. Along behold Pfftten with all people or animal creature got the hit; not just once but a few times in fact, the two men flinched a few times before they could do anything to begin with. Then one of them grabbed hold of the shovel before Mrs Ingram could swing again; one grabbed hold of Pfftten before he did anymore stupid things or worse getting hit, Mrs Ingram soon realised after she calmed down and realised who was stopping her, she had realised that it was Pfftten that she was attacking not the intruders. They were long gone…..

Invisible Magic Part 2

So far we have learnt that we have met, Tom Kennedy, Mrs, Ingram, Pfftten and a Kennedy worker. Yet why does Tom look so ill? Any thoughts what you might think it maybe? We’re you surprise what it was actually wrong with him? What are your thoughts on this next parter? Comment below and let me know. – My Author notes. 

It was long that there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen back door; like someone was breaking into the house, Tom and his colleague “as we might as well call him that now as we have established roughly who is and what he does” Author notes as they were waiting for Mrs. Ingram to scream but nothing happened to which point which part of the house was she in. Just as the men leaving the study quietly; Tom pressed a button behind a picture, they were about to go a bit further as they heard Mrs Ingram coming down the stairs sitting on about Pfftten breaking the back door window not realising he was actually missing at that point. The man that was there to help whispered harshly “shh Mrs Ingram…we have an intruder…get into the study and stay there close the door and lock it.” She wasn’t impressed how she was spoken to before she was about to give him; a piece of her mind, she heard the door being kicked into. So which meant she scurried off into the study and locked herself into the study. 

As soon as she locked it on the final lock; she looked at the time on the mantelpiece, it read 16:45pm. She looked out of the window it was pitch black; the moon was starting shine brightly as she drew near to the window, to see if it was a full moon or not. She looked up and there it was a full moon. Mrs Ingram could feel the house tense in every join that it had; the clock on the mantelpiece face came alive, “oh Pfftten where are you! It’s too late! I’ve got to go to the department for high red alert!” Cried the clock. 

The old small Father Time clock had disappeared; leaving Mrs Ingram alone in the room forgetting that under the foot whole of the desk had an underground, for this sort of thing. That’s when she heard Tom cry out in pain and hearing the colleague swear loudly; almost getting hit by Tom transformation and the intruders dark magic, fortunately for the colleague he wasn’t the first person Tom had gone for. To his great surprise he watched Tom go for the intruders; whilst taking out the whole wall of the back door, leaving an imprint of a 12ft werewolf which was quite impressive for anyone to do. 

Pfftten had finally arrived with cavalry and holding the medication that Tom needed; the friend/colleague really wanted to throttle Pfftten right there and then, that’s when it was no time to do that right now. He told Pfftten to take Mr Classic and someone else to go sort Tom out whilst everyone else went with him. Everyone always forgets about Mrs Ingram who was hiding in a empty cupboard that seemed to have disappeared all it’s contents. 

One thing for sure when Mr. Classic had a few seconds to spare; he looked round to see what was going on, he couldn’t see anyway out of this mess. They needed more than 10 people to deal with both things at the same time; that’s one all of the sudden, Fred and everyone had arrived. 

 ‘I thought you might need more hands on; especially with Tom being the way he is….’ Fred paused for a moment or too just to see Pfftten failing everytime trying to take Tom out. ‘What is Pfftten trying to…..’ before he could even finish what he was going to say. 

Pfftten had managed to put a bag over Tom’s werewolf head; blown something into the bag to which point, nearly everyone except the intruders had the inkling of what just happened. Tom/werewolf like man fell landed on the intruders; surprisingly not killing them at all, Pfftten tumbled off Tom like he was in the circus. Nobody stopped him doing the rolly polly; they just moved out the way, knowing that he was just an really odd creature. 

Mr. Classic and Fred ran over took the bag of the werewolf head before he could come round; whatever Pfftten had done to him they managed to get, Tom’s medication to help him transform him back to his normal self……

Invisible Magic Part 1 

A story of 35 year old man with light brown blondish hair; on the autism spectrum, with great powers that no one could ever ask for. One he had inherited from his family line going way back; one other was just going to school that only people go there, only one that who actually wanted both had always hated the family as long as I could remember.

The house swayed precariously in the aftermath of the earthquake; was it really an earthquake after all or was something dark something, whatever it was it left the whole country into shock and frightened because United Kingdom didn’t really have earthquakes. 

However the house was an old cottage house; a quite a large house very secluded house in the middle of know where, in the middle of a cornfield with a very big river wey. No major roads or small country roads around it; you can only just make it out in the distance by the cliff roads, other than that you couldn’t really get to it unless you know how. 

At least you’ll know you won’t be disturbed by anyone; people think it’s just an abounded old cottage, that’s what it meant to be looking like in the distance but actually it’s not. It lived by none other than the man himself Tom Kennedy; oh and long with a firer breathing like animal of a dragon, and most crazy lady that Pfftten the fire breathing animal but to be fair Pfftten is the one causing her more grief than Tom. However they all get on very well; you may think why is a strapping young man like Tom living in an old house with a crazy old lady and fire breathing animal called Pfftten, I can tell you Tom likes the company of them too but due to his needs of being on the autistic spectrum, medication for another condition I can’t relieve just yet, and everything else. They both proved their worthy to him plus he can more out of them than anyone else; Tom on the other hand, you may think he has a special needs but believe me you haven’t seen how cleaver he is and how he can control it as the best he can. 

Tom does his fair share of winding Mrs .A. Ingram up especially when he sends Pfftten off on little runs for him; just to make things safer for him to leave the house being under detected, to be honest Mrs Ingram understands and the rules of this as she had worked with the Kennedy family for years. Mrs Ingram is 85 years old, quite feisty for her height at 5ft tall, with brown eyes and grey hair. However she can also be light-hearted and positive but can be awkward and is scared of mice. That’s when all of her personalities just disappear completely; no one can blame her why she hates it; when Tom sends Pfftten goes in errands but at the end of the day he does work for Tom after all, and helps her out when not needed. To be fair recently Tom hasn’t been his normal self recently; so Pfftten hasn’t been going anywhere or not too far, incase Tom has a turn with his special needs or his other condition has kicked in. 

It was one day that Tom needed Pfftten to go and collect something from an old teacher of his Mr. Classic; Mrs Ingram and Pfftten knew he was running out of that as they always check, when he goes to bed how much he had left. It doesn’t bother him that they do that because he knew he wouldn’t tell them unless it was too late; that’s when all hell breaks loose, to the point of the whole department of the Kennedy’s department descend on the place. Its not the first time he’s done that to be honest and it won’t be the last. 

Pfftten left when someone from the department came just incase something does happen; they know when he gets low on the medication that he need, if both Mrs. Ingram and Pfftten remembers to inform them first before hand. Either way no one wins either way. 

As they were waiting; Tom and one of the department people who were there, worked on something that was bothering Tom quite a lot because this invisible magic that caused the whole county to have an earthquake could not be explained. Two hours later Pfftten was still not back yet; he should be here by now thought Tom as he looked at the clock on the mantelpiece in his office, unless the clock stopped of course….