Once upon a time in Dublin there was a little boy called Saul who set up shop at the edge of the playground. He called his shop the ‘White Goose Café because he wanted to pretend to make food and drinks for the other children at break time. I don’t know why he picked that name when there were no white geese at his school. Some of the other children had made little play shops dotted around the playground too so break time was a busy time of pretend shopping and pretend eating at pretend cafés. Saul specialised in little cups of mud, which sort of looked like hot chocolate.

One day a little girl called Lucy came up to Saul’s cafe and asked for a nice hot cup of mud but when she noticed it had little pebbles in it she said she didn’t like it, she was sensitive to stones you see.

Saul took the cup back from her and with a cheeky little grin, he flung the mud into the girl’s face. Saul and his two friends who were standing there laughed at Lucy when they saw how funny she looked with mud all over her face and in her hair. Lucy burst into tears and called Saul some naughty names before she ran off crying to her friends.

The next day Lucy’s friend Mabel walked past Saul’s little White Goose Café on the way to Johnny’s Pram Emporium at the other side of the playground. She asked Saul whether he would like to do a swap, if she gave him a bunch of flowers, would he swap it for a cup of hot chocolate? Saul frowned at Mabel. “I don’t want your stupid ugly flowers!” He grabbed the little bunch she was offering and stamped on them. Mabel stuck her tongue out at Saul and walked off. As she turned Saul picked up a handful of mud and threw it at Mabel’s back where it landed and made a big brown blob. Saul and his buddies sniggered and another group of children who were standing near turned to see what they were laughing at. They also laughed when they saw the big ball of mud stuck to Mabel’s back. Mabel put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. ‘Just you wait till I get Johnny!’ she shouted.

A few minutes later Mabel returned with Johnny who had rolled up his sleeves. Johnny was Mabel’s big brother, he was bigger than Saul and he had a little trail of his friends following him as well as Lucy and her friends. Gradually a little crowd of children from the playground started to gather around Johnny and Saul, noticing the bad vibes sparking off between the two. A number of the kids raised their fists into the air and shouted ‘FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!’

Johnny reached down and punched Saul on the nose, Saul roared loudly and then punched back with all his might, his little fist landing directly where it really hurts the most for a boy. Johnny fell to the ground and Saul’s friends laughed and jeered. Saul gave Johnny another little kick in the back while he was lying there before he sauntered off with his buddies. Eventually, a bit battered and bruised, Johnny picked himself up and dusted himself off. He made his way back to his corner of the playground where Mabel, Lucy and all their chums were gathered.

All the kids muttered together and tied to decide whether to back Johnny and be punched like that or back Saul and do the laughing at others when they got mud thrown at them, you never know when it could be you getting the mud so it was perhaps a good idea to stand behind Saul all the time. It was quite a hard choice for the children in the end. Saul was happy though because ALL of the kids in the play ground were at least talking about him and his café, even if they called him a Silly Goose.

The moral of the story? I don’t know why Saul likes to fling mud about, maybe when he goes home from school his mummy and daddy don’t hug him and tell him that they love him. I feel a bit sorry for Saul because the more he throws mud, the fewer friends he will have. I hope one day he stops and says sorry before that point but sadly there will always be a bunch of kids standing behind him because they are just too chicken.

The End

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31 thoughts on “‘Saul’ and the ‘White Goose Cafe’ – a tale of a big bully”

  1. Nice little story with a very true to life reality tied to it! Stand behind the bully so you will not be bullied, or stand up to the bully and get kicked in the snarglies. I for one would rather take my chances and stand up against the Sauls of the world. At least I can make myself heard. Even if I do get a butt-whoopin’!

  2. I loved this, Ive been following this story all week and cannot believe some of the comments the Silly Goose cafe has put in print! A very important message and hopefully the Silly Goose will throw so much mud that he’ll be left with no friends at all! #famiyfun

  3. Loved this little story, great way of teaching kids about bullying. Is this part of a book? Will you be publishing? If so, I’d be interested in featuring in my children’s book review section on my blog. Let me know! Found you on #blogcrush

    1. Thanks for that wonderful comment! That was written in response to some recent adult shenanigans which I thought quite childish. 😉 I haven’t started a children’s book yet but it’s definitely knocking about in the back of my head, let’s keep in touch. 😊

  4. Just reading through the comments here, I wanted to start with saying, yes, do consider writing a children”s book, I’m sure it would be great if this little story is anything to go by. It took a while for the story to sink in with me (I’m more like an ostrich with my head stuck in the ground) These sort of conflicts make my skin crawl and I prefer not to take sides, you won’t find me standing behind the bully, I really cannot stand any type of bullying. I will however, consider the situation from all sides before butting in and having my say.

  5. I’ve come to realise that there is no value in being negative towards others. It doesn’t make anyone happy in the end. #BlogCrush

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