Our teacher read us a book called The Phantom Tollbooth, we had to write our own story using the characters from a particular part of the story.  We were meant to try and describe the scene a little bit, using some interesting words and dialogue. Here is my story. 

☺Dr Dischord☺

Thousands of brightly coloured potions were crammed together upon big wooden shelves in Doctor Dischord's wagon.  Milo, Tock and the Humbug put the their heads around the small open door of the wagon, and couldn’t believe what they saw in front of them.  

In the exact middle of the room there was a dim flickering light bulb hanging low, so low that it nearly touched the top of Doctor Dischord’s mirror that was strapped extremely tightly around his skinny head.  But the thing that their eyes were attracted to were his highly conspicuous ears. They were so big that they seemed unreal.  Milo saw him working at a table mixing various colours and stirring them vigorously, then putting each of the mixtures into lots of unique bottles, some plump and short, some tall and skinny and many more unusual shapes.

“H h hello S s sir” Milo stammered taking a small step forward so he was exactly half in half out of Doctor Dischord’s wagon.  But he just carried on bottling up all of his potions, and scribbling things down on a piece of paper.  Just then he dropped his pencil on the hard oak table sitting under the low hanging light, and lent back on his chair and sighed.  “Maybe we could say something now that he is taking a break” said Tock stepping even further into the wagon led by his curious black nose wanting to sniff a potion bottle that must have fallen out of a box.   

“There must be at least a mailbox, or a sign on the outside of this wagon to tell us where we are and who this man is”  quoted Milo stepping off the step very fast making the most terrible creaking sound.  “This must be a very old wagon then if it makes this much noise,” said Milo, a grin spreading across his face as he did.   

“And that man must be pretty deaf if he couldn’t hear that tremendous creaking and this conversation we are having right this minute” laughed the Humbug quite loudly just to see if this man could hear when he was being loud.  

“I wonder how he became deaf, because there can’t be that much noise in this wagon and around this deserted field of endless grass,” said Tock.  

The three boys continued to watch, as Dr Dischord, carried on mixing pouring and sorting.  Aquamarine, emerald green, magenta, scarlet red, marigold and a deep violet, were just some of the unusual colours that he made by mixing up different potions.  Stepping outside the wagon Milo looked at the turquoise paint peeling off in long thick strips, leaving black mould in the places that it was when it was fresh.   Black vines were crawling up the the side of the wagon hiding a sign behind their curling arms, making the three boys think that this wagon was well and truly ancient.   Right beside the entrance of the wagon the Humbug noticed something peculiar out of the corner of his eye.  It was a maple tree but not just any kind of maple tree it was growing clear glass bottles of maple syrup.  “This man must be very unusual if he made this tree grow glass bottles labelled and all filled to the brim with maple syrup,” said the Humbug licking his lips as stared deeply at the bottles.  All of a sudden the boys walked towards the tree like they were in a trance, and put their hands out slowly and touched the same maple syrup bottle and then they were gone, and all that was left was the man sitting at the table standing at the door laughing an evil evil cackling laugh.