When Breeze woke the next morning he was a little surprised to discover Eunice the carrier pigeon sitting on the end of his bed. She had a note tied to her leg.
He opened it and frowned. “A dog walked on paper.” Breeze muttered staring at the paw prints.
“Does this mean yes or no?” Breeze wished Tulip were here then she could read it for him.
He decided to have breakfast first.
He was enjoying his berry breakfast with muesili when he heard a lot of barking outside his door. He went to look. The wood was full of dogs, racing about with their noses on the ground and their tails in the air. He smiled and said, “They came.” He thought it was safer to stay out of the way.
As he watched from high in the mountain he discovered it wasn’t many dogs. It was one dog. A black and white collie with a curly tail. “Ellie came.” Breeze said to Spike who sat in the sunshine beside him.
Ellie stopped running and stood on a fallen tree peering about her. Suddenly with a bark and a wag of her tail she raced away.
Breeze felt sad. “Ellie couldn’t find her.” He said and wondered what to do next.
He decided to have second breakfast and perhaps an idea might land during it.
He was on his third bowl of cereal when he heard a familiar shout and a lot of barking.
“Tulip” He shouted and raced outside.
Tulip didn’t look happy.
“Why did that crazy collie drag me here? Are you sick?” Tulip asked.
Breeze looked at her. He decided she looked very angry. He nodded his head. “I was worried, we couldn’t find you, no one knew what happened.”
“Izzy was sick. I went to help her.” She stared at him.” Now I am back and I suppose you and that pair are waiting on Fairy cakes to be baked.”
Breeze began to feel happier. “Yes please.”
Tulip flew away saying, “I think I should bake Ellie an extra big batch and perhaps then I will allow you one or two.”
Breeze was feeling a little grumpy as he walked down the stony path. He stopped when he saw the two dogs sitting looking at him.
“What?” he said. “What do you want?”
“We would like to share our cakes.” Bob said. They got up and raced away.
“But this time you have to come and find us!” Ellie shouted back to him.
Breeze decided it would be nicer to sit in a tree. He knew Tulip was his friend and though he might have to wait a day or two for the cakes. Fairy cakes always, always found their way to him.
Mudpile Wood 
I liked your dog photos inserted into the story. The idea of a dog pawprint note was also so sweet, Marie. You are so creative! Thanks for your kind wishes for my holiday and will try to stay up to date with your stories! I may have mentioned I only have access to a computer at the library and their hours are sometimes limited, as well as their ‘wait line,’ too! Smiles!
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Thank you. You may be happy to note the book often mentioned is near completion. Time is an element as Doris is in Texas and I am in the lost world of Ireland.
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Time is always an element, mudpilewood! Smiles!
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I am glad the dogs followed the directions and found Tulip. I like her having spunk and not being too happy. But, as you concluded, fairy cakes always seemed to make their way to Breeze’s tummy! Smiles again, for after reading the last part of the saga again, (you cannot always expect my mind to hold all of the details from one post to the next… silly!) thanks for this fun post.
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