Princess Moo

Orange Face

He smacked his chops as he finished eating the last toddler he caught out of bed past 8 pm. He had thought this child had been a little too stringy. It was not to Orange Face's liking, he much preferred fatty tissue to munch on.

Orange Face looked at his list. A new name appeared in black ink.
"Princess Moo" he muttered as he read. He laughed so hard: from his guts - that the thunderous roar made the walls vibrate.
"It will not be long before this one is out of bed and mine to eat," simpering.

Orange Face waited for the address of the child to appear next to the name on his list. When it appeared he put out his left hand for the notice of rules to fall into. He straddled his wooden broom and clicked his heels together. As he did, the sweeping instrument rose and hovered; a luminescent shimmer underneath. Orange Face tapped the back with a bony hand. The broom took off, a light trail following as he whisked off airborne to Princess Moo's abode.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Orange Face waited. His excitement was hard to contain as he hopped from one foot to the other as he waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a man in a brown herringbone tank top answered. He looked over his black-rimmed glasses.

"It's not Halloween. What is the mean by this?" He exclaimed as his bushy eyebrows furrowed. He put his hands on his hips. Orange Face's eyes lit up electric red and with deep menace, he boomed.

"Your notice of rules. Recite them to Princess Moo. From tonight onwards; the game has begun." Holding out his left hand the notice levitated across to the confused man and dropped at his feet. A loud - POP - filled the air. Orange Face disappeared, and all that remained was a plume of smoke.

The man looked at the paper lying at his feet. Scratching his head he picked it up. Peering around before retreating inside.
"Darling, something most peculiar happened." he hollered making his way to the bottom of the stairs.
"Roger, can it wait? Princess Moo is being a trifle difficult in the shower. I won't be able to hear." Her reply bounced back layered with loud giggles from Princess Moo.
"Sure thing Honeybuns." Roger shook his head as he looked at the dirty parchment. He wandered into the sitting room and slouched into the red leather studded chair. He started to read: -

NOTICE OF RULES

1. I am Orange Face, I enjoy eating toddlers. I am only allowed to eat the naughty ones.

2. This serves as your notice. You must now read the rules to your toddler. If you do not the following will occur. Red Face will come and devour the adults and I will eat the specified toddler as default. Green Face will eat surplus adults, toddlers or otherwise.

3. The toddler who must play for 28 days bears the name: PRINCESS MOO.

5. We choose your offspring as we observe it to be troublesome.

6. The child must be in be at 8 pm sharp and cannot leave their bed until 6 am.

7. If so much as a toe comes out of her covers and touches the floor - my BBQ gets fired up and I am one happy Mr. Orange Face.

SPECIFIC TO TODDLER CLAUSE

8. If Princess Moo squishes any of mummy's plasticine models during any part of the day. This is most wicked and is punishable straight the way. The penalty is that I get to have Princess Moo kebabs, which are my absolute favourite. Don't even get me started on the chilli sauce, it is to die for; (literally).

LASTLY

9. The game lasts 28 days and nights.

Yours