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The Wishing Chair Collection: Three Exciting Stories in One. The adventures of the Wishing Chair, The Wishing Chair Again, More Wishing Chair Tales (Enid. The Wishing-Chair. When Peter and Mollie wander into an antique shop to download a present for their mother's birthday, little do they know how enthralling life is. The Wishing-Chair is a series of two novels by the English author Enid Blyton, and a third book Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version.
By this time all the passengers were wide awake and shouting in alarm. He's mad! Fetch a policeman! He moved back to his wheel so quickly that Chinky was flung out into the road. He got up and ran after the bus, shouting. But the bus-driver wouldn't stop. He drove on at top speed, though Mollie and Peter begged him to go back for Chinky.
Most annoying. Still, I hardly ever want to back. You must be mad. No, nofull speed ahead is my motto. I've got to get all these tired passengers back home as soon as possible. I went to it. Last time I went to one I was so tired when I drove my bus home that I fell asleep when I was driving it. Found myself in the Land of Dreamland in no time, and used up every drop of my petrol. Mollie and Peter looked at him nervously, hoping that he wouldn't fall asleep this time.
They felt very sleepy themselves, and Mollie could hardly keep her eyes open. She worried about Chinky. Would he find his way back to the playroom all right? And, oh dear, what were they going to do about the Wishing-Chair?
Just as she was thinking that she fell sound asleep. Peter was already asleep. The driver looked at them, gave a grunt, and fell asleep himself. So, of course, the bus went straight on to Dreamland again, and when Peter and Mollie awoke, they were not in the bus at all but in their own beds!
Mollie tried to remember all that had happened. Was it real or was it a dream? She thought she had better go and ask Peter.
She went to his room.
He was sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. Did we dream it or didn't we? And how did we get back here? I'm still in my day-clotheslook! Oh, deardo you suppose Chinky is back yet? They cleaned their teeth, did their hair, 25 washed and tidied their crumpled clothesthen down they went. Afterwards they made their beds, asked their mother if she wanted them to do anything and then ran down to the playroom at the bottom of the garden.
Chinky was there! He was lying on the sofa fast asleep, his mouth wide open. Mollie shook him. That woke him up with a jerk. He gave a shout of alarm, opened his eyes and sat up.
You rolled off yourself," said Mollie with a laugh. We were very upset at leaving you behind. Mollie shook him impatiently. We really are very worried about the Wishing-Chair. He was so sound asleep that he didn't even stir when Mollie tickled him under the arms. Usually that made him scream and squirm. The two children were disappointed.
They stayed in the playroom till dinner-time, but Chinky didn't wake up. They went indoors to have their dinner and then came down to see if Chinky was awake yet. He wasn't! Just then there came a soft tapping at the door and a little voice said : " Chinky! Are you there? Outside stood a small elf, looking rather alarmed. He held a leaflet in his hand. I wanted Chinky. Tell him I saw this notice of his," said the little elf, and showed it to the children.
It was a little card, printed in Chinky's writing. Genuine Wishing-Chair. I shall be in the playroom. Now, I know he only had fiveso where did the sixth come from? Look, here's a picture of them. Peter gave a cry. Are they all wishingchairs, then? Your chair is very unusual. I expect what happened is that the thief who flew off on your chair wondered how to hide it.
He remembered somebody who had five chairs just like it and offered it to him to make the set complete. Oh, dear, I do wish Chinky would wake up. You will? Right, then off we go! Leave your message on the table for Chinky to see, then he'll guess where we've gone! THE elf took them a very surprising way. He guided them to the bottom of the garden and through a gap in the hedge.
Then he took them to the end of the field and showed them a dark ring of grass. Sit down on the dark grass, please.
They had to squeeze very close together indeed, because the ring of grass was not large. The elf felt about in it as if he was looking for something. He found itand pressed hard! And down shot the ring of grass as if it were a lift! The children, taken by surprise, gasped and held on to one another. They stopped with such a bump that they were shaken off the circle of grass and rolled away from it, over and over.
Are you hurt! As she spoke she saw the circle of grass shoot up again and fit itself neatly back into the field.
It was quite light underground, though 29 neither of the children could see where the lighting came from. They passed little, brightly-painted doors on their way, and Peter longed to rat-tat at the knockers and see who answered.
They came to some steps and went up them, round and round in a spiral stairway. Wherever were they coming to? At the top was a door. The elf opened itand there they were, in a small round room, very cosy indeed.
It's inside the trunk of a tree! I've been in a tree-house before!
I'd ask you to stop and have a cup of tea with me, but I think we'd better get on and see those chairs before anything happens to them. So do I," said Peter. The elf went to it at once, of course, and opened it. They all stepped out into a wood. The elf shut the door. The children looked back at it.
Nothey couldn't possibly, possibly Hunting for the Chair! They came to a lane and then to a very neat village, all the houses set in tiny rows, with a little square green in the middle, and four white ducks looking very clean on a round pond in the centre of the green.
Well, this is Pin always very neat and tidy and the people of the village, the Pins, never have a button missing or a hair blowing loose. I don't want to be a Pin of Pin Village though. Do they ever run, or make a noise, or laugh? Don't laugh at them," said the elf.
It isn't kept by a Pin ; it's kept by Mr. He sells furniture. The Pins walking primly nearby looked at him in disgust. She nudged Peter. How are we to tell which is ours? A brownie girl was busy polishing away at the chairs, making them shine and gleam. She must have heard what they said and looked up.
She smiled. She was a nice little thing, with pointed ears like Chinky, and very green eyes.
Polish, was very pleased," said Polly. So we bought it from him, and there it is. I expect now we shall be able to sell the whole set. Someone is sure to come along and download it. They all looked exactly alike to them! Oh, dearhow could they possibly tell which was their chair? Then Polly said something very helpful, though she didn't know it!
I've polished and polished the back of it, but it seems to have a little hole there, or something. Anyway, I can't make that little bit come bright and shining. Polly showed them the one. It certainly seemed as if it had a hole in the back of it.
Peter put his finger therebut the hole wasn't a hole! He could feel quite solid wood there! And then he knew it was their own chair. He whispered to Mollie.
If only it would grow its wings we could sit on it straight away and wish ourselves home again! But there weren't. Before they went Peter looked hard at the chairs. She had no hair-ribbon, so she took her little blue handkerchief and knotted it round the right arm of the chair. It's to remind us of something.
We'll come back again after tea. He asked them to see if they could find his door-handle and turn it to get into his treehousebut, however much they looked and felt about, neither of them could make out where the closely-fitting door was! It's no wonder nobody ever knows which the tree-houses are! The elf had to open the door for them himself, and in they went. He got them a lovely tea, with pink jellies that shone like a sunset, and blancmange that he had made in the shape of a little castle.
It was a really lovely tea. They were all gone from the window! The children stared in dismay. They went into the shop. Spells," said Polly, looking in a book. He seemed very nice indeed. Spells and be able to get our chair back for us.
Chinky's very clever. Spells, that wretched goblin Tricky will be after it again," said Peter. They went into the playroom. Chinky wasn't there! There was a note on the table. It said: " Fancy you going off without me! I've gone to look for youChinky. Here we've come back to look for him and he's gone to look for us. Now we'll have to wait till to-morrow! Spells of Wizard Cottage MOLLIE and Peter certainly could do no more that day, because their mother was already wondering where they were and why they hadn't been in to tea.
They heard her calling them as they read Chinky's note saying he had gone to look for them. Spells to keep guard on the chair. Come on, Molliewe'll have to go in. We've hardly seen Mother all day! Now they ran indoors, and offered to help their mother shell peas.
They sat and wondered where Chinky was. They felt very sleepy, and Mollie suddenly gave an enormous yawn. So upstairs they went and fell asleep immediately after the raspberries and cream. Mother was really very surprised when she peeped in to see them. But no Chinky was thereand no note either. He hadn't been back, then. Wherever could he be? Enid Blyton has something about her work that takes you away from your daily world and carries you into a world of wonders only she can describe and i fijd myself falling in love with her work all over again.
Anybody who understands what i'm feeling please do yourself a favor and be led away into this wonderful world of Enid Blyton stories. Paperback Verified download. My four year old loves this book. The story is of a brother and a sister along with their friend who get into different adventures with their wishing chair.
I initially was in doubt if my daughter would understand so many new concepts for her age, but to my astonishment she not only understands them but also enjoys them. The entire story is split into chapters, each chapter being a new adventure. Each chapter is around 4 - 5 pages. So we read one chapter everyday. Following this series after the Faraway tree series. My son loves em as bedtime stories.
My daughter loves Enid Blyton stories. Hardcover Verified download. Good download. One person found this helpful. It was a very interesting and nice book. See all 19 reviews. Would you like to see more reviews about this item? Go to site. Back to top. Get to Know Us. Word Wise: Enhanced Typesetting: Page Flip: Not Enabled Word Wise: Enabled Screen Reader: It turns out that their little friend has been captured by a great big bird belonging to an enchanter so the plot takes off into the stratosphere with four chapters devoted to a thrilling account of a dangerous quest.
Moving on it can be pointed out that in this book the familiar name of "Big Ears" does not refer to Noddy's friend but to a furtive goblin whom they come up against although he is very small fry indeed when compared with the Snoogle — and what can a Snoogle be?
This is another of the creative names that Enid Blyton thought up every now and again and I can tell you that a Snoogle is a very frightening and rather spooky entity and poses a severe threat to the children's and Chinky's safety! There is a chapter that invites comment and it's entitled "The Land of Dreams.
Little people often experience nightmares in an unreal environment which seems very existent when a dream is taking place so Mollie, Peter and Chinky's foray into the confusing atmosphere of the Land of Dreams can be identified with in many respects. From the very first moments when the Wishing-Chair lands in this ethereal place the visitors experience confusion.
Nothing is what it seems to be and their situation goes from bad to worse until there appears to be no hope at all of escaping their unpleasant surroundings or even seeing each other again and you'll wonder how in God's name they are going to get back to the safety of Reality. Another chapter can be noted because it was personally remembered as one which had a very satisfactory outcome because a nagging-mystery was solved.
Soaring away over Fairyland the chair is hit by an aeroplane and when one thinks about it that's a completely understandable hazard to be borne by those who file no flight-plan and have no experience at all of charting routes let alone not even being in possession of a licence for what could be seen as a dangerous occupation.
Imagine being up there with no safety belts and suddenly slipping just a little and falling headlong from the great heights to which the chair can ascend. As it happens this is exactly what takes place and the unlucky faller is none other than Chinky! Looking at the McGavin picture of that terrible moment I can compare the fairy-tale surroundings of open fields and little dwellings with any of the green and pleasant pastures that lie outside the English villages of old and it's down into this rural setting that poor Chinky drops.
Mollie and Peter order the chair to descend of course to see if they can find him and they become involved in a very difficult assignment. None of the villagers have noticed the falling pixie but as the children make it known there will be a reward for information I wonder what they were able to offer the inhabitants of the village all present their observations aligned with the moment of Chinky's disappearance.
One by one they report sighting a large snowflake which fell into nearby Buttercup Field but as this is not the required information Peter and Mollie cannot pay out the reward to anyone but the jostling people around them think they have supplied enough information and they become very aggressive. The children jump onto the Wishing-Chair and make a narrow escape. I think that the mystery of Chinky's disappearance can be supplied in this review and if it might spoil a little of the plot for a potential reader then the rest of this paragraph can be skipped.
The children return home in a very sad state and are amazed to find that Chinky's back in the play-room! The solution to the mystery is revealed That adequately covers the villagers' ravings on about seeing a snowflake falling into Buttercup Field and therefore they may or may not have been entitled to the reward depending on whether or not the sighting of a snowflake could have led them to the little pixie.
We have also been introduced to the fact that Chinky is a practitioner of magic although his powers are not comparable to those possessed by Wizards, Witches and Enchanters because he can't enter a locked room without a key! I think that Adventures of the Wishing-Chair is an exceptionally good item to produce when a child wishes to read his or her very first book however if the young person is of a very nervous disposition and prone to nightmares then it might be wise to think about chapters such as those where the children enter a witch's garden at the dead of night or when they are captured in a castle belonging to an outlandish creature.
Later copies of Adventures of the Wishing-Chair were abridged then in further editions some chapters were restored and some left out so if you want to read them all try searching for The Wishing Chair Collection or More Wishing-Chair Tales and add them to your reprints — although you may not end up with all the Hilda McGavin illustrations.