The Mix Up.


The mix up.


Lily and Laura both live in Mudpile Wood.

Lily is a tiny Ogre which means she is a lot bigger than fairies or elves of her age. Laura is a petite fairy with huge eyes and long brown hair. Both girls love going to parties and love wearing party dresses.

When Breeze and Tulip decided that both the Ogres and the Fairies should host a huge party, there was great excitement.

Every one wanted to look their best.

Parties don’t happen often in Mudpile Wood however, when they do they are amazing.

The evening of the party. Lily opened the parcel that said L’s Dress. She slipped her  arms through it and stopped. She couldn’t go any further. It was tiny. Lily opened her mouth and wailed. The cave rumbled and shook.

Her mum sat and looked at the dress which was stuck half way on and half way off. “You’d best take it off,” she whispered.

“I can’t” Lily moaned “its too tight. It is stuck.”

Her mum helped her out of the dress.

Deep in the northern end of the wood. Laura laid out her wand, her head dress, her fairy slippers and with trembling hands opened the package that said, L’s dress. It was pretty. It was pink. But it was huge. Laura sat on the floor and wept. Tulip found her there and tried to comfort her. “There must be a mistake” Tulip said. “We will fix it.”

“It is too-ooo late. There is no time.”

“Course there is, you fix your hair. I will be back in no time.” Tulip gathered the dress and flew  to the elves house.

Norah the seamstress was a very old elf. She didn’t look happy when Tulip explained the problem. Then Lily’s mum arrived. It didn’t take long for them to realize there had been a mistake.

“I will scold Matt for this.He promised to deliver them to the correct address. Silly Ogre.” Norah said.

They quickly swapped dresses.

An hour later everyone was at the happy and smiling, except for Lily and Laura because Matt met them and said, “You look like crazy twins. You are both wearing the same dress but in different sizes.”

They answered him by chasing him all around the wood. Then when he was hiding they ate all the fairy cakes that he had left on his plate.


Daisy-lyah and the troublesome daffodil.

Daisy-lyah had a job. Her first job so she wanted it to be perfect. ipp The task was to ensure every daffodil bloomed. Daisy-lyah checked each daffodil every morning and evening to make sure it was growing. “There will be no sick daffodil while I am around.” She told Lilly.

Spring had arrived and the woods were full of birdsong and nests being built. Snowdrops were bowing their heads as they prepared for another long sleep in the earth but the daffodils were growing taller each day, except for one. It seemed to be struggling.

Daisy-lyah fed and watered it.  When this didn’t help it she tried singing. The trouble was Daisy-lyah could not sing so she stopped when she noticed the rabbits, fairies and even Breeze covering their ears so they wouldn’t hear her.

She didn’t know what to do. She asked Elegant for help. Elegant knew she could fix the problem with a flick of her witches wand but the kind witch decided it would be nicer for Daisy-lyah to feel she solved the problem.

“Perhaps it is too shy to face the world. It happens sometimes.” Elegant said.

“How do I fix that?” Daisy-lyah asked.

“By being very kind to it, by telling it how magnificent it truly is and by showing it matters to you that the daffodil sees the beauty around it.”

So Daisy-lyah decided until the daffodil opened its petals she would stay with it. She brought her bedding close to the daffodil, and spent her days talking to it telling it of the beauty of such simple things such as raindrops, rainbows, summer sun and a smiling beautiful daffodil who was listening to all of this.

Spring was almost over when Daisy-lyah woke one morning to discover her job was over.


for nodding its head and smiling at her was her shy daffodil.

Lovisma hears more from Connie.

Lovisma discovered she was waiting and hoping for another letter to arrive from Connie. The very next day she received another toe tapping letter. The instruction was as before when she said, shredded sheep four times, a hologram appeared in front of her.


Connie stared at a poster in the bakers shop. Computer Sale. Knockdown prices. Sale starts Friday 20th March at six o clock.

She thought today might be Friday.  She asked the elderly gentleman behind her. “Excuse me, what day is it?” He didn’t answer. Must be deaf, she decided shouting as loudly as she could.

The people in the bus queue outside the door heard her. “Friday the twentieth,” they roared causing the shop window to vibrate and the gent’s hat to spin on his head.

“No need to shout, thanks.” Connie said as she paid for her meringues. Back home she had two pink meringues, then a chunky ham sandwich washed down with a large mug of strawberry tea.

“I’m going to be the first computerized witch in the neighbourhood!” she whispered wondering how to get to the shop, by broomstick, bus or magic?

Travelling by broomstick was cold, windy, often wet and always lonely so Connie preferred being driven by a friendly bus driver. She had discovered that the passengers on the bus usually sat staring straight ahead looking bored. They never wanted to talk.

To make things interesting she kept busy by tying people’s shoe laces together or switching shopping bags or briefcases. Once she swapped children. That was big trouble,  Connie shuddered as she remembered the noise of mothers shouting and children crying.

“Shopping time.” She said and off she went to the bus stop.


The video went ‘pop’ and Lovisma decided the quickest way to find out the whole story might be to pay Connie a visit. “Yes that is what I will do,” she said and went off to pack her bag.