Spring in September

There is a mischievious witch living on the outskirts of the wood. Her name is Lovisma. She is unpredictable and full of trouble making ideas.

However, most of the occupants of the wood know this and avoid meeting her.

So, when every tree in the wood was rattled by the sound of her angry roar,  all of those living in the wood hid except for one family. They were having too much fun.

“Who stole my cherry pie?” Lovisma bellowed as she raced through the wood on her broomstick. She was angry. The broomstick was spinning around which meant, most of the time this dizzy witch was flying upside down. When her head met a very solid fallen branch, she tumbled from her broomstick. Lovisma sat on the ground and rubbed the bump.  Then she let out a piercing whistle and her broomstick returned.

She stared around her and sniffed, (witches have a great sense of smell). “Funny but I can’t smell cherries anywhere in the wood.” She considered the possiblities. There were not many. “This means the villain is still near my house.”

She was sneaky. She flew slowly and silently back to the edge of the wood. Then she stopped and listened. She could hear laughter. She sniffed. She could smell her cherry pie. Lovisma crept forward ready to pounce but she was so surprised at what she was watching she forgot about pouncing.

“Who are you and what are you doing that for?” She demanded as she watched the family of elves bouncing high above the ground from cobweb to cobweb.

“Cos it is fun. I am Dot, or Dorothy. Wheeee”  Dorothy tumbled head over heels and landed beside Lovisma.

“Can I try?” Lovisma asked.

Dorothy frowned. She looked from Lovisma to the cobwebs and back to Lovisma. “You could….but… they are small and you are ……” Doroth scrunched up her tiny nose and wiggled it. She knew witches could be crotchety so she carefully said,  “Much bigger and stronger than we are, I wouldn’t like you to get hurt.”

Lovisma giggled. “No problem. Watch.” With a flick of her wrist she created a huge cobweb that stretched from one tree to another. Then she ran to her creation.

Lovisma discovered she loved the freedom of tumbling and dancing on the webs. When she finally grew tired of it she sat beside the group of elves to catch her breath. “It is stupendous fun. But, it does make you hungry.”

Dorothy nodded her head. “I am sorry about your pie, but it was sitting on the porch of the house and we thought it was left there for anyone to take.”

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Lovisma stared at Dorothy. The elf got to her feet and started to run away. “Stop, I was just going to ask how you feel about apple pies cos I know a spell to create some delicious pies.”

As Dorothy and Lovisma sat with the other elves eating pies and drinking elderflower cordial they failed to notice the large audience at the edge of the wood.

“This is a day to remember, the day when Lovisma reverted to the child she should have been, fun and friendly.” An elderly rabbit declared. Everyone agreed as they crept away.

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