Birthday’s were special to Breeze but he kept his birthdays a secret. He always treated himself on his birthday. Last year it had been an extra 6 fairy cakes.
A few days before his birthday he woke to find Tulip staring at him.
“Well I hope I was polite.” Breeze watched a very large bumble bee fly overhead. It reminded him of Lovisma. He decided it was his imagination.
“You were muttering something about a birthday. Whose birthday is it?”
Breeze scratched his head. “I have no idea.”
On the morning of his birthday Breeze woke to discover Spike his pet frog was missing. Most mornings he woke to the sound of Spike darting around collecting his breakfast of flies and insects. This morning there was no happy “ribbit” sounds. He walked to the entrance of the cave and stubbed his toe off a chunky sized box. On top of the box was a bow and a card.
He read the card: “Happy birthday, Mr. Breeze.”
Breeze looked at the box. He nudged it with his toe. It jumped three inches into the air and landed on the same spot. He bent down and carefully lifted the lid. There was a loud angry “Ribbit…ribbit” and a frog jumped out. The frog looked sad and odd.
It jumped onto Breezes knee and jumped once more landing on his hand. Breeze raised the frog close to his face.
The frog said “ribbbiiiiitt..” He looked ill to Breeze.
“Oh Spike, what happened? Are you ill? Why are you yellow with smarties on your skin?” Breeze suspected it was a trick played by one of the goblins.
To cheer Spike up, Breeze took him to the Hiccuping pond close to Mudpile Wood. Within minutes of arriving Spike was happily catching flies. Breeze however wasn’t happy because he made another discovery. Each time Spike hopped his skin color changed. One moment he was a smarty covered frog and the next he looked like a pair of pajama’s all stripes. The flashing colorful frog was attracting a lot of attention. Spike hid in Breeze’s pocket.
Breeze concentrated on solving the problem of poor Spikes skin of many moving colors. Tulip was not impressed either. “Why would someone do such a thing?” She demanded with red poofs of angry smoke shooting from her wand.
Breeze moved away from the wand and showed her the card. “It’s your birthday!” She shook her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I celebrate it quietly in the way I want to.”
Tulip put her hands on her hips. “That sounds like a load of rubbish to me, but it is your day. However I will bake you a special cake. ” She looked at Spike. ” First we will ask Elegant to fix this.”
“But don’t tell her about my birthday.” Breeze hissed.
“You are very peculiar for an Ogre. Most stand on the mountain tops and shout it out. But don’t worry I won’t.”
They found Elegant hanging out her washing.
“I thought Witches just zap things and they get done.” Breeze said.
“That is the lazy Lovisma way of doing it.” Elegant said. She looked at Breeze. “What has my little sister done now.”
“Why would you think she has done anything?” Tulip asked.
“Because she was so happy today and she was up before the sun, which is most odd for her.”
Breeze whispered, “Please Elegant. It’s poor Spike, please fix him.”
When the kind hearted witch saw Spike she took him in her hands and whispered to him, “Oh Spike you poor fella. Don’t worry, close your eyes I will have you back to normal.”
Spike and Breeze closed their eyes. When they opened them Spike was back to green. He was so happy he did a happy frog dance tumbling and hopping around Breeze.
Breeze looked at Elegant. “What about Lovisma? Who will punish her?”
Elegant tapped the side of her nose and said, “already done, you won’t see her for a day or two.”
Suddenly they heard a terrible screech. Breeze hid behind a bed sheet on the clothes line.
Lovisma appeared before them.”Who did this to me? I look like Goldilocks. Help me Elegant…” Her hair was golden, her skin like milk and her lips a soft cherry red. She was dressed in a pale pink dress. Her hat and shoes matched perfectly.
When she spotted Tulip, Lovisma screamed and vanished.
Tulip said, “Come to tea Elegant, about five o clock, I am baking a special cake for Breeze.”
“Will it have cherries?” Elegant asked.
Though Breeze felt sad for Spike he was delighted to hear about his special cake and decided that next year he might remind Tulip about his birthday and leave creating the surprise up to her.