The Stolen Hour
A new story from the Sugar Cubes storybook
By Hazel Burton
It was Saturday evening and Sugar Cubes trotted importantly into the barn, he had heard the girls in the yard talking and he had some exciting news.
“Hey everyone listen up. Tomorrow’s 9 o’clock lesson is starting an hour earlier at 9 o’clock,” he said.
“?!, but it’s always at 9 o’clock” said a confused Wishes.
“Yes but this week 9 o’clock is an hour earlier.” He was starting to confuse himself, but he was sure that’s what he’d overheard the girls say, though now when he repeated it, it did sound a bit odd.
“How can that be?” asked Indie.
“We lose an hour in the night,” said Sugar Cubes,” that’s what the girls said.”
“Who lost an hour?” Obi, who had been nodding off, was now fully awake and very interested, he was always losing things and getting the blame if things went missing.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything.”
“The night lost the hour,” repeated Sugar Cubes.
“Did somebody steal it?” said an excited Daisy looking around for a thief.
“Ze day has stolen it,” stated Jacques, who knew practically everything.
“The day? How did the day steal an hour from the night?” Daisy was very interested now.
“Well actually it was the sun who stole it for the day,” explained Thistle who liked to go one better than Jacques. “It’s started to rise earlier and it’s been pinching a bit every day, but now it’s taken a whole hour. Haven’t you noticed how the day is getting longer?”
“Yes I have!” squeaked Daisy “I’ve been waking earlier with more to do.”
“That’s not fair” complained Pebbles who loved to sleep in as long as she could in the morning. “That’s just greedy of the sun. Why did the day let the night steal it?”
“I will go and get it back for you Pebbles,” declared a concerned Daisy she didn’t like to see Pebbles upset.
“It’s OK,” shouted Thistle as Daisy was heading out of the barn. “Come back, little one, the night steals it back in the Autumn so it’s quite fair, they share it half a year each.”
The barn was silent while the ponies pondered this thought.
“I like it best when the day has it,” said Daisy. “It means I have longer to fit in all the things I want to do.”
Sinbad and Monty nodded in agreement.
“I get bored in the dark evenings,” moaned Monty who hated to be still, it put him in a terrible mood when he didn’t get enough exercise.
“I’m with Pebbles,” declared Wishes, “I like my beauty sleep and need lots of it.”
“You mean the day is longer so we have to get up earlier?” asked Obi, by now thoroughly confused. “I think I prefer shorter days but longer evenings so we have more time to ourselves in the field,” he added.
“No, it doesn’t work like that” said Sugar Cubes beginning to lose his patience. “Just be quiet and go to sleep. We have to get up an hour earlier in the morning.”
“Well,” said Thistle, “there’s one thing I know for sure, there’s always one mum who forgets and brings her little one an hour late for their lesson.”
“I hope it’s mine,” said Pebbles.
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A new story from the Sugar Cubes storybook
By Hazel Burton
It was Saturday evening and Sugar Cubes trotted importantly into the barn, he had heard the girls in the yard talking and he had some exciting news.
“Hey everyone listen up. Tomorrow’s 9 o’clock lesson is starting an hour earlier at 9 o’clock,” he said.
“?!, but it’s always at 9 o’clock” said a confused Wishes.
“Yes but this week 9 o’clock is an hour earlier.” He was starting to confuse himself, but he was sure that’s what he’d overheard the girls say, though now when he repeated it, it did sound a bit odd.
“How can that be?” asked Indie.
“We lose an hour in the night,” said Sugar Cubes,” that’s what the girls said.”
“Who lost an hour?” Obi, who had been nodding off, was now fully awake and very interested, he was always losing things and getting the blame if things went missing.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything.”
“The night lost the hour,” repeated Sugar Cubes.
“Did somebody steal it?” said an excited Daisy looking around for a thief.
“Ze day has stolen it,” stated Jacques, who knew practically everything.
“The day? How did the day steal an hour from the night?” Daisy was very interested now.
“Well actually it was the sun who stole it for the day,” explained Thistle who liked to go one better than Jacques. “It’s started to rise earlier and it’s been pinching a bit every day, but now it’s taken a whole hour. Haven’t you noticed how the day is getting longer?”
“Yes I have!” squeaked Daisy “I’ve been waking earlier with more to do.”
“That’s not fair” complained Pebbles who loved to sleep in as long as she could in the morning. “That’s just greedy of the sun. Why did the day let the night steal it?”
“I will go and get it back for you Pebbles,” declared a concerned Daisy she didn’t like to see Pebbles upset.
“It’s OK,” shouted Thistle as Daisy was heading out of the barn. “Come back, little one, the night steals it back in the Autumn so it’s quite fair, they share it half a year each.”
The barn was silent while the ponies pondered this thought.
“I like it best when the day has it,” said Daisy. “It means I have longer to fit in all the things I want to do.”
Sinbad and Monty nodded in agreement.
“I get bored in the dark evenings,” moaned Monty who hated to be still, it put him in a terrible mood when he didn’t get enough exercise.
“I’m with Pebbles,” declared Wishes, “I like my beauty sleep and need lots of it.”
“You mean the day is longer so we have to get up earlier?” asked Obi, by now thoroughly confused. “I think I prefer shorter days but longer evenings so we have more time to ourselves in the field,” he added.
“No, it doesn’t work like that” said Sugar Cubes beginning to lose his patience. “Just be quiet and go to sleep. We have to get up an hour earlier in the morning.”
“Well,” said Thistle, “there’s one thing I know for sure, there’s always one mum who forgets and brings her little one an hour late for their lesson.”
“I hope it’s mine,” said Pebbles.
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