Part 2: Who did that poo?

It isn’t easy being Lollybloggings. You see, her Favourite Thing is to find adventures, but The Willock can be a bit of a bind. If he’s happy (relatively) with the food, he’s upset about the scenery, because The Willock hates adventures.

(Well, he does like them, but you’re not to say.)

Lollybloggings wants to make her way to the Nearby Woods, because she knows it’s full of Exciting Things To Do, so she can solve mysteries and meet animals and generally have a good time. The Willock, however, only wants to go to the toilet, but the trek to the woods doesn’t seem to be anything close to finished.

All of a sudden the Lollywagon stops and the whole procession comes to an end. Ember the Ferret has rolled his green golf ball into a poo.

Lollybloggings is very disappointed. She rushed to see what all the fuss was about and found a poo, covered in glitter, and knew right away who was responsible.





The Willock complained and moaned and denied and sulked, but his efforts were a bit silly. You see, one of the most important things about a Willock is that it can’t help but cover everything it meets with sparkly happiness (even if it’s a Grumbly Willock).

Which means that, if a sparkly poo turns up, he’s just going to have to own up to it.

He hates that.