To recap; the story so far....
Whilst wandering through the forest one dark night the children discovered a sort of sleeping beauty. Well, not very beautiful, but definitely sleeping. Or so they thought. The sun started to show its golden rays and shadows crept across the forest floor. 'Should we take it home?' they wondered, 'it might be hungry...' As the sun warmed the creature's back, it yawned and opened its eye. "What are you doing in my forest?' it demanded, 'have you got a ticket?' The children had never been asked for a ticket in the middle of a forest before. 'Er, not on us,' they replied, nervously Sleeping beauty stood up. 'Oh,' he said, 'oh well, never mind then. You can give it to me later..' He looked a little sad though. 'What's the matter?' asked the children, Beauty sighed. 'it's just I swept the forest last night and now look at it! Every day it's the same, sweep the forest and then, when i'm asleep, wazzoom! -more leaves. My broom is nearly worn out.' The children looked at the broom. It was very tired looking. They wondered how they could help him......... They thought and thought and then finally the girl said 'We have two choices. We can either go across the pond to the forest of never-falling-leaves, or I have heard about a broom that does all it's own sweeping. Lets get in the boat and we can decide.' Beauty settled down in the boat and thought, while they sailed through the day and the midsummer night and sang to the stars and the moon.
'Ahhh! Sweet music!' swooned the moon, who had been feeling a little off-colour. Recently there had been far too many cows jumping, and she had a headache. The music soon made her feel better though and she cast her light on them. She wondered how she might help them....
'Why not stay and have some of my lovely cheese? I have plenty..' asked the moon, 'it will give you strength for your journey' The children were a little hungry and Beauty hadn't eaten for a long time.
'But how would we get your cheese?' asked the boy.The moon smiled, 'just leave that to me,' she said and lo and behold a dish and a spoon came laden with lovely pale green moon cheese. Beauty had two plates full on his own, and when they had eaten their fill they thanked the moon and continued on their journey.
They had decided to go get the broom that does its own sweeping, and the moon laid down moonbeams to light their way.
'This way!' gestured the boy, and they flew into the air!
They passed through the cloud gardens, and sang to the plants.
All Beauty could think of though, was the ever sweeping broom..
....but Beauty's thoughts began to run away with themselves. The ever sweeping broom took a rest, and then finally a snooze. Somewhat unusually for an ever sweeping broom, it snored all sorts of letters not just zzzzz's. Nobody knew that, because a never sweeping broom had never been to sleep before. The letters formed themselves into words, -words that Beauty knew not: imperfect, swell, influence, disguise. Beauty was pretty sure that influence must be like sneezing, but she didn't know the others. It was most mysterious. She hoped that the broom would wake and sweep them all away.
But as Beauty dreamt, she was awoken with a jolt. A fearsome creature barred their path, with eight heads and an enormous amount of ferocious teeth. It stood on the border between them and the ever sweeping brooms.