Pip Pip Onk Onk!
I was ambling through the garden today, whistling to myself and basking in the sunshine that appears all year (if there is such a thing as a year in the Night Garden. I can be here what feels like a day and it turns out I’ve only stayed for an hour!) and I came across Makka Pakka standing outside the entrance to his cave. As soon as he saw me, he went scurrying back inside.
Well, I couldn’t resist him being so shy about something, so I walked to the end of his path, which took me a while, still haven’t got used to the scale of things, and walked up the sandy lane towards his cave. When I eventually arrived, Makka Pakka was once again outside, he exclaimed “Agga Pang!” and rushed back inside.
I didn’t follow him into his cave as it’s pretty small and I got stuck in there once before. Instead I called after him for a while, but he didn’t come out. I was just about to leave, when I remembered I had some stones in my bag that I was saving for Makka Pakka, I reached in and pulled them out, then lay them on the ground in the most higgledy-piggledy way I could.
No sooner had I stood up again than Makka Pakka was back out. He thanked me warmly and begain cleaning and stacking his stones. I asked him why he kept rushing into his cave and he stopped, looked at me and said:
“I’m working on a new dance!”
Well, as you can imagine (and as I imagine you feel right now) that was quite a peice of information to impart. “It won’t be done for a while, ” he said, “so I can’t really show it to you yet, but when it’s done, I’ll show you first!” He went back to cleaning and stacking, I said “Thank you and bye, bye!” and waved. He waved and said “Pip Pip Onk Onk” as I walked back down the path.
So, you heard it here first folks, Makka Pakka is working on a new dance, perhaps it’s a dance for the Gazeebo? Perhaps one for the introduction? Who knows. All I know is I am excited to see it!





As you know, the Wottingers are blue, mostly. They do have red piping also. But you’ll have to look hard as they’re not often on the screen. Usually only seen as fleeting glances, or through the binoculars of Mrs Pontipine.



