Every summer, the Horsmarlonerpool fete is held in the Meadows, next to Bluebell Wood.
There are rides and games, and also competitions: Like, who can build the best castle out of hay bales? And, who’s got a pet or a farm animal that can do the best trick?
But this year, there was a new competition: Who could make the biggest bubbles?
Every year, in the summer time, there’s a big race right across town. It’s called the Horsmarlonerpool Hurry.
The starting point is Merrytime Stream, near to Mr Harry’s watermill, and the race goes right along the River Gurgleglug, over the Bridge of Spires, then through the Old Town and finishes on the largest road in the New Town - Noble Plaza.
Anna was excited, because today was the day her magazine arrived. It wasn’t one you could get in Horsmarlonerpool normally, in fact you could normally get it the whole country, because it came from far, far overseas.
It was a magazine about ancient temples, and the jewels and wall paintings that explorers would sometimes find in them. The magazine was made by the adventurers themselves, all the way down in the deep jungles and high mountains of Peru. It was called ‘Inca Invisibles’ and it was the most exciting magazine in the whole world.
Kennedy and her brother Wilson loved to explore the Old Town of Horsmarlonerpool. The buildings overhung the windy little streets, and even though it wasn’t the biggest town, there was always something new to see, new to smell, and new to hear.
Whenever they walked about the old town, they never really had a plan of where to go - they just led their feet lead them. And on this occasion, they found themselves walking up Duckfeather St, turning right onto Pepperpot Street, and then turning left onto Tinkers Lane.
At the very top of Lomberstack Mountain, up past the pastures, and up past the forests, right at the snowy peak, lives a very big, but very friendly monster.
His name is Belvedere, but to most of the people that live down in Horsmarlonerpool, he’s known as Belvedere the Crusher.
His mummy and daddy didn't call him Belvedere the Crusher, they just called him Belvedere, but you see Belvedere’s hobby was to take great big scoops of snow in his huge hairy paws, and crush them together to make snow blocks.
