The Party. Part 2.

The Ogres and Fairies had the center of the wood ready for the party.

They stood back to inspect their work.

“Its amzing.” Breeze said. Nudging a balloon with his head.

“Yes.” Tulip agreed.

Everyone was coming to the party, so the table zig zagged its way around the large trees near the center of the wood.

The table had tiny wooden bowls set at certain points in the center. These were decorated with, woodland flowers, silver stars and red fairy lights.

For each Ogre there was  a giant wooden cup, a knife  a fork and a spoon. The chair was decorated in moss and spiderwebs that twinkled when they caught the  sunlight.

Each Fairy place setting had a tiny glass knife and fork, a drinking cup shaped like a star with a squiggly straw peeping from one point. The fairies chairs were decorated in see through silk, with long red ribbons fluttering across the floor.

Place names were made from wood bark, names carved with fairy dust.

Guests arrived, they sat down chattering to each other. The Ogre menu read: Surprise stew, home brewed snow cone drink. or to a fairy dinner. The Fairy menu twinkled and glowed,  pleasant pie, a glass of cold milk, and an array of cream pies and cakes to follow.

There would be music and dancing later.

“Why did you hang lanterns from the trees? I banged my head off every single one.” Hamish the Goblin muttered lifting his hat to show a whole group of bumps and lumps.

“The fairies did it.” Breeze said. The other Ogres nodded in agreement.

“Well they are stupendous bumps, ” Elegant witch said as she arrived with her younger sister Lovisma.  A giant cauldron appeared to be flying behind Lovisma. There was a lot of hissing and bubbling coming from the cauldron and the wooden spoon which was spinning about was sending drops of liquid spattering the guests.

“We brought, devils delight, for those who don’t really care for milk or water.” Lovisma clapped her hands  in anticipation of the party.

There was silence while the guests and hosts wondered who might be brave enough to speak.

“Ahh what is in devils delight, it smells delicious.” Ellen an elderly tree nymph asked.

“There is a little bit of this and a lot of that but..”

“Nothing that was alive or walked through the forest.” Lovisma said.

“Did it fly?” Breeze wondered.

“No, it’s herbs spices and water, you fool.” Lovisma was starting to spin. When ever she got mad the tiny witch would spin so fast she created a hole in the ground.

The sound of a deep gong filled the wood. “Food’s up,” The Ogres declared. With a flick of their wands the fairies had the food appear infront of the diners.

“This is yummy, did you make it yourself?” Mrs. Groundsel asked Beaver an elderly Ogre.

“I did. Just a little something I rustled up.” The Ogres found his answer funny. They giggled. Their laughter turned to a bellowing noise. The Fairies sitting opposite Ogres became airborn many landed in trees or on the ground.

“Please don’t do that again.” Tulip snapped brusing cobwebs off her wings.

But they found they couldn’t stop laughing. The madder the fairies became the happier the Ogres were. Their laughter rang out throughout the wood, sending fairies flying through the air.

After the third time, the fairies got into a huddle. They whispered amongst themselves. When they broke apart they were smiling.

The Ogres’ looked at one another. “Is this good?” Breeze wondered.

Once seated the fairies began to eat.

The Ogres relaxed. Breeze was sitting opposite the tooth fairy. “Knock , knock, ” he said.

“Who’s there?” She asked

“Tooth!”

“Tooth who?”

“Tooth or dare!”

He began to chuckle. His laughter sent Ellen hurtling onto a passing squirrel. Ellen looked mad, she walked back to the table and asked, “Ready fairies ?”

The others pointed their wands at the cream pies and with a flick of their wands they each sent a pie into an Ogre’s face.

“Food fight,” Hamish roared.

“Hang on, Hamish, give us a mo, we can’t waste a pie.” Breeze said.

They waited until every Ogre removed the pie from their face and carefully ate it. The fairies were not happy when the food was flying through the air. They picked up their drinks and flew high into the tree to watch.

Everyone declared it to be the best party in the forest. They went home tired and happy though there was no music or dancing.

This was noticed by a few of the Ogres who agreed it would be a fitting excuse to host another event.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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