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The Flying Carpet – The Guinea Pig Children’s Stories written and illustrated by Caroline Whittle

Flying Carpet


A little guinea pig sits all alone in the noisy pet shop. No one has come to


 give him a forever home, although a lot of people have stared at him and


 eager fingers tried to catch him, because he is very handsome. He hears


 loud voices proclaiming him ‘wild’ and ‘untameable’ and the people go away.




He spends his days looking out of a window where he can see the birds


 landing on a table and feeding, then flying away again. He wishes he could


 fly. He would leave this place and be free.




That night, when all is quiet and dark and even the parrots have gone to


 sleep, the guinea pig is captivated by the bright light of the moon in the


 inky sky. He makes a wish to the moon that he will grow wings from his


 long, silken hair and be able to fly.



The following morning, his day begins as usual. The sounds of disruption


 shatter the peace; cages being cleaned and food being prepared,


 squawking and screeching. When it is his turn, there are shocked sounds


 and he is pulled from his bed of hay. It is then that he realises he feels


 different. All of the long hair on his body has gone! He’s just left with his


 long head locks and a fine silky fuzz everywhere else.





The humans in the pet shop think that he has chewed off his own hair as a


 sign of disturbed behaviour, or worse; that he has some awful illness. He is


 moved to the attic so that he is quarantined from everyone else. A visit to


 the Vet finds nothing amiss, so the pet shop owners despair at ever selling


 him without hair and decide to keep him out of sight.




That night, having had nothing to amuse him and make his lonely day pass,


 the guinea pig feels utter despair. He knows nothing of life, he doesn’t even


 have a name. And now, he doesn’t even have his glorious coat of hair. Did


 he wish this on himself by asking for wings? He then starts to cry. He cries


 for the mother he hardly remembers and he cries for his wasted life.




When he finally sleeps, he dreams. He dreams that magical light beings


 come to him and dry his tears. They tell him that he is too special to be an


 ordinary guinea pig and that they had heard his wish. It was they who had


 taken his hair, they said, to weave into a very special carpet. They were


 sorry it had taken so long, but it was a lengthy process, full of loving


 intention and a little bit of his own being. ‘So go well, little guinea pig’ they


 say as they float away, ‘and follow your dreams’.




When he wakes up, it is still dark. He feels the sadness of realising the


 lovely dream was just that. He shuffles over to his food bowl, brightly lit


 again from the full moon. To his astonishment, there, propped in the


 corner of his cage is a rolled up, shimmery, almost breathing small carpet.


 Hanging next to it is a silken costume of waistcoat, loose trousers and some


 golden shoes. Just then, he notices a breeze on his whiskers and sees that


 the window of the attic is open. Little bursts of energy, like tiny fireworks


 are happening around the window and on the carpet. It unfurls and waits.


 The guinea pig puts on the clothes and sits on the rich softness of his own


 hair, dyed beautiful colours and skillfully woven. He then feels that his


 heart and the carpet seem to be as one and they rise up from this lonely


 place and follow the sparkling lights out through the window.




The mystery of the unwanted guinea pig was never solved. All that was left


 in his cage were a few little scorch marks, as if the sun had shone really


 brightly on his hay. But that guinea pig with no name is living his dream, he


 can fly. He has visited the whole world and if you look carefully, you might


 see him when he passes over you on his shimmering, glittering carpet.


The End  for now . . .