The Squiddel

A creature of myth, and perhaps legend, concocted by the mouths of under 4s who struggle with wordage with their itty bitty teeth and their embouchures trained into muscle memory honed by years of sooking on boobs, teats or sooky cups.

The squiddel is a mysterious, limbic creature hovering somewhere between land and sea but mostly found in mid-air because the illustrator got halfway through illustrating it and realised the natural habitat hadn’t been thought through. It is a shy animal and quite vulnerable if it dozes off at groundlevel: shrews like to tie its tentacles around tree roots. It exists on a diet of pickles and biro ink and the occasional cola bottle. They have a reputation for cheating at rock,paper, scissors and some hypothesise this was the origin of the squiddel/shrew fallout. Hibernation is between November and the last Thursday in March.

The squiddel has found its way into everyday culture in such scenarios as moving up a nursery grouping e.g. “I’m in squiddels now, Dad. Oliver is in budderflies.”. Keen-eyed as they are some toddlers have claimed to have seen squiddels skedaddling up tree trucks but I have only ever caught glimpses of the tail end.

World Book Day 2019

Amazingly, this year, NO last second changes of mind on costume, NO (parent) tantrums over facepaints…even made it to school on time.

The catch?

Costumes had to be animal characters AND homemade. And not two legged human animals, as argued by Rowdy.

To the cardboard recycle bin!

Remembrance.

Or, “The Poppy Wars” as The Bobcat current understands it.

He also doesn’t understand the phrase “two minutes’ silence”. But then some adults struggle with this too. Admittedly perhaps not when trying to slap a remembrance snapband around a church railing.