It was hot. There was not the sound of a single bee buzzing. The wood appeared to be empty of animals, and magical beings.
Breeze was on his way to the river. He wanted to paddle his feet. A loud rustle among the leaves above startled him. He spotted a long tail and wondered if it was a giant mouse. It darted away from him. Breeze followed. He ran from tree to tree, staring upwards. Suddenly he tripped. He hit the ground with a loud thump.
Breeze discovered he had fallen over Hamish.
“Have you no manners?” yelled Hamish. “What are you doing squishing Elves?”
Pulling himself to his feet, Breeze replied, “Sorry there is a giant mouse in the trees.”
“Don’t be silly. They live on the ground, not in trees.” Hamish lay back on his bed of moss. “Go away, it’s nap time.”
Breeze decided to leave because a grumpy elf is better left alone. He walked on looking for the mouse and Tulip stopped him to ask why he was looking upwards. He told her about the mouse.
“Lets look for it together.” She said and then they heard it.
When they looked high amongst the trees they spotted a tail with ribbons on it, in a tree. “If it is not a mouse, what is it?”
Tulip said, “It’s a kite.” she said and flew high above him to release it.
The kite landed at his feet. “What does it do?”
“I’ll show you.” Tulip took the kite and flew a short distance away. The wind caught hold and the kite flew after her, swooping and diving. With it’s long tail dancing in the wind, it attracted a lot of attention.
Mrs. Groundsel and her grandchildren came to watch the fun.
As the kite tumbled about in the air something strange happened.
Each time it danced in a certain direction so did everyone on the ground.
If the kite dived to earth, everyone watching fell to the ground.
When the kite flew high into the sky, then everyone jumped off the ground and they rose high into the air.
Lily, a tiny ogre, was screaming, “make it stop, I don’t like it.”
The kite began to dance as it moved.
“This is not funny.” Mrs Groundsel puffed as she jigged about.
“I think I know who did this.” Breeze said and marched into the wood.
Tulip couldn’t pull the kite down. It continued to dance in the sky. Everyone watching danced on the grass.
“I’m too old for this.” Mrs. Groundsel said.
Breeze arrived back with a squealing young witch called Lovisma, tucked under his right arm.
“Let me down you oaf.”
He plonked her on the ground, saying, “Lovisma, I’m not an oaf. I’m an ogre.”
Lovisma saw the dancing crowd before her. She cackled with delight. “Oh you do look funny. My friends would love to see this.”
Breeze said, “make it stop or I will lock you in with Hamish’s pet skunk, Smelly.”
“No, No, No. You can’t. He stinks.”
“Why shouldn’t we? You have been nasty.” Breeze said.
“You are nice.” She looked at her feet. “You don’t do stuff like that.”
Breeze said, “Lovisma, make it stop.”
She clicked her fingers and the kite raced landed on the ground. Everyone sat for a rest.
“You are one mean witch,” Tulip said.
“But it was funny, wasn’t it?” Lovisma whispered. “It wasn’t that nasty. Maybe I should try it in another part of the wood and tell my friends to come watch.”
Breeze said, “No you won’t.”
Lovisma trudged away saying, “Breeze is an oaf, a big spoilsport oaf.”
Everyone shouted after her, “No he is an Ogre!”