Sticky Toffee Surprise: A story retold

Lovisma was planning a big surprise for Halloween night.

Last year Breeze spoiled her surprise, this year she was being careful.

“He won’t ruin my Halloween night.” She muttered. She sat on a fat mushroom watching her spoon do laps of the pot as it stirred the thick bubbling mixture.  “Hmm vanilla toffee apples who can resist them?” She giggled.

On hearing a twig snap she looked up, then relaxed as one of the Muppet Bunnies dashed past her. He was carrying a carrot and intent on getting back home.

“Nothing will spoil this surprise. I am safe here as that stupid Ogre is helping Elegant and the Fairies make bobbing marshmallows.” She said.

Breeze was standing a short distance away disguised as a giant pumpkin.  He got the idea from Bob (click here to see him as a pumpkin.)  Breeze wished to prevent another Halloween disaster created by the tiny witch.  Everyone knew Lovisma hates pumpkins.

Sometime later the wood was filled with the silence, as everyone was preparing by dressing as either their favourite witch or ghost, Lovisma placed buckets of her special toffee apples around the party tables. The apples sparkled and glowed. “What child or ogre could resist these twinkling smiling apples?” she muttered.

Meanwhile, Breeze was holding a meeting with the adults. “I am not sure what will happen when you take a bite so I took one from her basket.” He stared at the Fairies and Elves who were busy shaking their heads as they muttered things like, “well you would have to be mad to take a bite”.

He held an apple in his hand and stared at it.

Tulip said, “Well we won’t know until you take a bite from it.”

Breeze didn’t want anyone to think he was afraid. He closed his eyes and took a bite. Hmm, it tastes lovely. Then as he watched the toffee ran off the apple like a river and lay around his feet. He made an important discovery. I am stuck. He groaned.

Elegant said, “I bet she plans on taking all of the children’s treats while they are stuck to the ground. I am sure it will wear off soon Breeze.”

“How soon? I don’t want to miss the best party ever.”

He sounded so sad that the fairies and elves started working on a spell to free his feet. Once he was free. Breeze said, “I think you should create a special spell for Lovisma.”

The party was great. The children loved the bobbing marshmallows that looked like giant spiders. They laughed when Matt tried to eat a real spider thinking it would taste of marshmallow. The spider was not happy as he scuttled away into the dark night.

The children turned their attention on the toffee apples. Lovisma held her breath and waited.

Matt grabbed an apple. He took a bite. She flew upwards impatient to see his distress when his feet became stuck. However, once he broke the skin, the apple fizzled and sparkled sending bolts of dancing lights into the night sky.

Lisbeth, Lillian and Daisy-Lyah’s apples played a musical tune the minute they held them.  Children were grabbing apples and dancing and laughing with delight as each apple revealed a treat.

Lovisma was angry. Her face was bright red. Something was not right.

“Give me one!” She grabbed an apple and instantly the ground beneath her feet began to shake. Everyone ran for cover as two tall scarecrows appeared carrying pumpkins. They placed the pumpkins on the ground and rolled them at Lovisma.

She was knocked off her feet to land on a huge pumkin. It seemed to swallow her then with a soft, pop, her feet and arms and head appeared.

Lovisma screamed.”I’m Trapped. Help. I’m not a pumpkin.I don’t even like pumpkins.”

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She waddled off into the wood crying, “I bet you did this Breeze.  I will get out and then you had better watch out.”

Lisbeth was sitting beside Breeze shivering. “I hope she doesn’t get out. She is nasty.  But why do you look happy? You should be worried Mr. Breeze.”

He smiled and said, “I am not, because Elegant added her forgetful potion to the spell so Lovisma will escape from the pumpkin but she will have forgotten everything and we will have a great party.”

Daisy-lyah and Lillian were kind Fairies and they filled a basket full of treats for the naughty witch.


Spring and the problems it brings

On the first day of Spring, every being, except for Breeze, spend their time cleaning. His plan was to sit and watch Spring work its magic on the wood.


Lilian walked beneath the tree he sat in and shouted to him, “Mr. Breeze how come you get to sit around all day while I work?”

“I dunno ask your mum.” He said, hoping she would go away.

“I did – she said, either you love dirt or you are just plain lazy.”

“I am not lazy” Breeze said.

“That is what I said, you love dirt.” Lilian said goodbye and went home.

Breeze smiled, “I do love dirt,” he told a passing bird.

However he lost his smile when he returned home. His cave sparkled. He screamed and ran back into the wood. Banging his fist on Hamish’s door he tumbled inside the moment the door opened, yelling, “It is horrible, just horrible you got to help me. I can’t live in a sparkling house. Do I look like a princess,no, I don’t. “

Hamish said, “Good.”

Breeze stopped and stared at Hamish. “What do you mean good?”

“Great,no more dust flying around you, clogging up the air when you walk, I can go visit you, have tea without my allergies kicking off..”

“Then others would want to come visit – I would have to be nice and not eat all the cakes.” Breeze considered the problem. He smiled then said, “ I’d best go and find some dirt for my home.”

Breeze spent the evening spreading dirt about his home. Next morning he went out side for ten minutes to stretch and admire the morning sunshine. Walking back inside he groaned, “How is this possible?” His home was gleaming, sparkling, super clean. “Ahghhhhhhhhh”

He ran to Elegant witches house where he found his favorite baker, Tulip, having breakfast with Elegant. “Did you do it?” he demanded.

“Do what?” Elegant and Tulip asked.

“Put a magic clean spell on my house?”

“No we didn’t but I am sorry I didn’t think of it. And we can’t blame Lovisma she is on spring holiday.””

Breeze marched away, he needed to think about this problem. As he marched through the wood he spotted a pair of purple boots dangling from a branch in a tree ahead of him. “Hello, now that is a funny place to put a pair of purple boots.” He tweaked the boots.

“Hey let go of my boots.” Penelope demanded.

“Sorry I didn’t realise there was a Penelope attached to them.” Breeze chuckled. “What are you doing up there?”

“I was watching for something to happen.”

“Did it?” Breeze looked about him.

“I dunno I slept late today, all of the super cleaning yesterday made me tired.” Penelope jumped to the ground.

Breeze blinked, her dress was brighter than the sun and her gleaming skin made it hard to look at her. “You look colourful.”

“Thanks. Are you going home now?” She smiled at him and waited for his answer.

“Yes. Bye” Breeze was in a hurry to get home for he hadn’t eaten breakfast. His stomach rumbled with each step he took. As he walked he scooped up lumps of earth from the ground and stuffed them in his pockets. When he reached his home he closed his eyes and walking inside he began to drop bits of dirt against the walls, on the floors, furniture and on him. Then he opened his eyes in time to see each bit of dirt roll back outside.

He sniffed the rolling dirt and whispered, “this stinks of Elf magic.”

While he ate his three bowls of cereal he considered the likelihood of meeting Penelope who was watching for something in a tree on a day when an elf spell had been placed on his home.

“Penelope did it.” Now he knew who cleaned his house, it was time for him to persuade her to let him continue as normal. Trouble was Elves are tricky beings to deal with, for they are clever. But Breeze knew they were kind and Hamish’s words gave him an idea.

So he set to work. The next time he met Penelope she got a fright. “Oh my, what happened to you?”

Breeze looked ill, his normally green skin was an unhealthy orange colour and sprinkled with bright blue spots. He sat down and whispered, “I don’t feel well, my house…”

“What about your house?”

Breeze said, “I am allergic to cleanliness. I need dirt to make me feel well, happy and …alive.”

At his words Penelope began to panic, “Oh dear, oh dear. Let me come home with you and see what I can do to help.”

“That would be most kind of you but there is some evil spell working on my house, every time I get it right – poof – it is clean again.”

Penelope looked horrified. “I will do my best, I won’t promise much but I will do my best.”

And she did, of course, though Hamish did scold Breeze for tricking the kindly Elf. “Well she shouldn’t muddle in other people’s lives, we are all different you know.”

Hamish simply shrugged his shoulders.

The boy that water hated.


Noah,  collected his name as he was born during a rainstorm.

The rain pounded down on his parents. If you had been able to wring their clothes, you would have collected enough to fill three barrels.  Everyone except Noah was wet that night.

As his mum held him close to her, she noticed that the rain did not land on him or her. So it continued as he grew, water did not linger on him. Bathing Noah was a puzzle until the accepted a simple truth – water did not like him!

His world was different to yours, soaps and creams were his way of bathing. Drinking was not a problem. He loved to drink water but whenever he held his hand out to catch some it skirted around his outstretched hand.

At four years of age he was walking with his mum. They watched other children splashing about in puddles on the ground. Noah tried to do the same and the water simply jumped away from him.

“I don’t like water.” He moaned.

“It might not always be like this, Noah, things happen for a reason.” She consoled him.

When Noah was six he went to swimming lessons. His instructor stood on the side of the swimming pool and asked everyone of the new swimmers to sit on the edge of the pool. They did. When Noah dipped his foot in, the water ran away from him. He scratched his head and tried again. Where is the water going? He wondered.

A loud shout from beside him answered that question, “Hoi, Stop splashing me!” The boy scowled at Noah.

“I didn’t do anything.” Noah told him as he got up and left the class.

Noah envied the other children. He never arrived at school with wet shoes or clothes, he was always dry.  His hair was shiny because it was washed in shampoo and conditioner with a thimble full of water added. Dogs loved to follow him and lick his skin because they loved the fruity taste of the creams he used.

He was ten years of age when it happened.

However one afternoon on his walk home from school he heard a cry for help. It was coming from the river that ran close to the road. Noah raced to the bank and stared in horror. A tiny girl had fallen in and was being pulled away by the current. Without thinking Noah ran along the bank until he reached the bridge, then he watched until he saw she was being carried close to the bridge. With one jump he fell from the bridge and landed on the soft muddy riverbed. The water had stopped flowing and a giggling sound alerted him that he was no longer alone. Noah opened his eyes and saw the very wet smiling toddler lying on the muddy river bed before him. He scooped her up and carried her to the bank.

Much later he walked home feeling very happy. He could not wait to tell his mum, but he did wonder what other adventures were lying in wait for him.

Upside down but not inside out.

image001Breeze woke  then asked many questions.

Why are the bees flying around my feet? Why are the trees hiding in the ground waving their roots at the clouds?  The answer was because he was hanging upside down with his jacket flapping about below his head in the light wind. A passing bird flew into his jacket pocket and settled there.

He pinched his arm. “Nope I am not dreaming , that hurt.”

Breeze knew of only one person who could do this to him…. he scowled, “Lovisma.”

He removed the bird from his pocket, loosened his feet in the branch and landed head first on the soft grass beneath him. Back the right way up Breeze discovered he was walking in circles. His head felt strange so he sat on the ground and waited for everything to stop spinning.  He discovered the only upside down thing in the whole forest was him and the tree he had fallen asleep in.

Feeling better he set off to find Lovisma.  He glanced at the sky and saw the sun sitting high above him. Having decided it was lunch time he guessed she would be  trying to persuade Elegant her sister to make her a snazzy, tasty lunch.

When Breeze arrived at their house he heard Elegant say, “What have you done now Lovisma? Breeze looks angry.”

Lovisma giggled, “he always looks mad.  I didn’t do anything.”

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Breeze peered in at the window and demanded to know if she had flipped him.

“I didn’t but I wish I thought of it you must have looked funny.” She smiled at him and licked strawberry jam off her fingertips.

Elegant asked him, “Would you care for a strawberry jam tart?”

Breeze ate six then told them he would not move unti l he discovered the truth. Elegant decided to bake more tarts. He sat down to wait. Something soft went ‘plonk’ on his head. It was a scrunched up bit of paper. He opened it and saw an arrow pointing to his left towards the river. He got up and wandered close to the bank. At the edge he saw another arrow pointing down at the water. He peered into the water. “Strange,” He muttered and walked back to his favorite tree. Much later he woke to discover the world had flipped upside down again.

Elegant arrived before him. “What time of the year is it?” She asked.

“Spring.” He said. Then he smiled. “I always sleep well in Spring time.”

“Exactly.” She left him to unravel the mystery.

Breeze started to think.  They all grumbled as the large ogre trampled through their gardens and bumped into everything.

What are you doing? Hamish, his best friend asked.

“Solving a puzzle.”

“Can I help?” Hamish asked. They sat outside his house drinking tea and eating Chamomile sandwiches.

Breeze woke when Hamish roared at  him. “Look what you did to my garden.”

Breeze frowned. The scarecrow was shivering as he was not wearing his clothes. The flowers were shaped like the letter n with their heads near the ground.

“I didn’t do this.” Breeze said.

“You did. Your  loud snoring blew the clothes off my scarecrow, and scared the flowers.”

Breeze smiled “Thank you Hamish you solved the puzzle.” He headed home singing “I was upside down but not inside out” while poor Hamish had to find some new clothes for his scarecrow and persuade the flowers to raise their heads.

An Artistic Fairy.

Lucy the smallest, bubbliest fairy, darted around a rose bush and bumped straight into Yolanda.
“Morning Lucy”
Yolanda loved Fairies.
“Could I have a different job…. please” Lucy fluttered her wings and smiled sweetly. “I am tired of waking trees up. Its boring! This year I won’t be seen turning the trees green,”Lucy nodded her head up and down sending Lucy fairy dust flying in all directions. Some landed on hedgehogs, they began to walk backwards and their spikes seemed to become curly. Centipedes were mixing their legs up and falling over. Dust flew high in the air making birds spin in circles and they were singing the wrong notes.
“You could scatter wildflower seeds, Lucy” Yolanda said. “They become colourful flowers.”
Lucy shook her head.
“Um  I think that I’ll need to sit for a bit, and find a job to fit.”
Lucy did n’t hang about. “Time to play” she thought and flew away.
A little while later she was sitting on a toadstool flicking morning dew with her bare feet. “Hoi stop that!” a cross looking rabbit stuck his head up from the long grass. “I don’t like getting wet.”
“What do you like then?” the cheeky fairy asked.
“I don’t like rude fairies!” He said.
Lucy stuck her tongue out.  “I don’t like funny bunnies,” she flew away.

Lucy was in a large garden making faces at her reflection in the bird bath.
“Excuse me pleeth,” said a blackbird, “but that ith my bath.
The blackbird looked at her from the tip of her dark curly hair to her bare feet, “Are you a fairy or what?”
“Course I’m a fairy.” Lucy said. “Why?”
“Fairies are usually dainty, pale yellow haired things and very polite.”
The bird jumped into the bowl. He began to take a bath. She left him splashing about in the water and singing loudly.
A field mouse scurried by, Lucy chased it. For a while they dodged in and out of the hedgerow. He turned to face her. “Are you following me?” he demanded in a very squeaky voice. “Spring is late which means the fairy is lazy.” Lucy’s face was getting red. She decided to hide. She looked all around her and spotted a Postbox.She flew in through its tiny opening and sat on the letters. She settled deeper into the letters and fell asleep.
She woke when she heard her name being called. Lucy darted outside and bumped into Yolanda who said “Now I have thought of this long and hard and there is only one thing for you to do.”
Lucy groaned , “I knew it, I am back to being a tree leaf putter on-er again.”
Yolanda said “Can I please finish what I was saying.”
Lucy closed her eyes.
“I have decided to give you a job as a Web cleaner!” Yolanda looked at Lucy, “You don’t seem very happy.”
Everyone knew being a web cleaner was a terrible dirty job.
Yolanda smiled then said, “I was joking. The tooth fairy needs a helper for a few days. So if you are willing..”
“When do I start, where do I go!” Lucy said. “Oh goody, can I start now?”
“Most certainly not! Rose has been working all through the night she is asleep ;you are to  meet her at dusk tonight at the old oak tree.”
Lucy wandered around telling anyone who would listen of her new important job. A large cat called Squeaky was not too pleased to be woken. “SSShhh please, I’m trying to sleep. Buzz off, you ‘re not taking any of my teeth .”
The worm family looked happy when she told them but asked, “Whats a tooth?”

At dusk Lucy met Rose. “We have to hurry,.”.Rose pulled a long list of names from her pocket. “This is a lot of travelling for one fairy and her helper.”
They stopped at last in front of a pretty cottage. Rose consulted her list.“This is the house, we go down the corridor and take the third door on the right.” That said she flew through the keyhole and Lucy followed.
“First we collect the money.” Rose said and flew into the sitting room, straight to a big sofa. Rose seemed to disappear between the cushions.
“Lucy” she puffed,” Help.” Together they pulled out the large shiny coin. “You carry that .Lucy looked at the coin and then looked at Rose. The coin was as big as Lucy. ““How?” she whispered.
Rose threw a handful of fairy dust on the coin and it became small enough for Lucy to pick up. At the side of a narrow bed Rose handed Lucy the tooth and taking the coin placed it beneath the pillow . The tiny figure in the bed stirred in his sleep as they left.

Lucy discovered the childrens rooms were a rainbow of treasures to feel and look at, hundreds of dolls, teddy bears, tiny cars, boots with rollers on the bottom and loads and loads of colourfuls sticks.
Lucy prodded a teddy bear in his middle as she walked by. “GGGGrrrrrrrr,” he growled. “Oh dear I’m so sorry” Lucy whispered. One by one she discovered what the toys did or didn’t do. She drew squiqqly lines with the colourful sticks, when Rose wasn’t looking. But there was one odd thing which puzzled her. It was a large box with a shiny dark screen. Underneath lay a funny looking board with letters on it. When Lucy stood on the letters they sank with a definite click. She was puzzled and fascinated by it. “Its broken” she muttered as she jumped from key to key, waiting to hear music.
Rose laughed and said, “It’s not a piano. I don’t know what it is but now we have to leave.”
“Oh dear we are missing a tooth.”
Lucy searched everywhere. “No its not here.”
Rose said, “But it must be somewhere.”
“Well maybe it didn’t fall out on time so then it wouldn’t be here!” Lucy suggested.
Rose looked grumpy “This has never happened before.We’ll have to hope we have a quiet night tomorrow night and come back here to check.”
However the next night was very busy. Rose sent Lucy back to collect the missing tooth.
Lucy entered the room quietly and stood at the foot of the bed. There was no gentle snoring but a lot of sniffling and then a gentle cough. Suddenly a small voice said “Who are you?”
Lucy being a truthful fairy said. “Lucy”
Sara sneezed then said,“What are you?”
Lucy was at a loss, without her boss. “You should be asleep.”
“I know but I’m all stuffed up with a cold”
“Poor you, what toy is that?” Lucy pointed at the screen.
Sara pushed back the covers and moved closer to Lucy. “I’ll show you if you tell me what you are, I’m Sara.”
Sara switched on the computer. Lucy waited. Her eyes grew big and round as she watched and listened without a sound.
Sara handed Lucy some paper and crayons. “Let’s draw, it will take it a minute to wake up.”

They had fun drawing funny looking houses, animals, smiling suns and moons. Lucy almost forgot why she had been sent. Sara fell asleep and lucy peeped beneath her pillow. She found a tiny tootha dn replaced it with a shiny coing.
Lucy tried to forget the computer but she couldn’t. After work the next night Lucy went back to Sara’s room.

Sara woke when Lucy entered the room. “Hi, ”
“Hi… I I wondered if…” Lucy looked at the computer.
“Okay, but first tell me about you.”
Lucy patted her bag of fairy dust and said “I’m a fairy”
“Really, wow wait till I tell Ava/”
Lucy stared at the computer. “Why couldn’t our pictures move?”
Sara struggled with the answer, “They were just drawings I can’t make them move.”
Lucy said, “I could.”
Sara looked at the screen at her half drawn horse. He looked like he was made of hundreds of wobbling jellies, he had a big funny grin and wore wellies. Sara finished him. She gave him a spikey mane and a fuzzy tail.
Lucy smiled “He looks like fun, we should let him run”
As Sara watched Lucy took some Lucy fairy dust and threw it. The horse turned towards them, very carefully, wellies and all he stepped out onto the desk.
“How do, got anything to eat?” The wobblying horse asked.
“No.” Sara said.
“Huh, I suppose I’ll just have to go and find some for my self.” With that he jumped down from the desk and troted towards the kitchen.
“He seems a bit wobbly perhaps we should follow him.” Sara suggested but Lucy was busy drawing. “What is it?”Sara asked.
Lucy giggled “Its a fairy house.” Sara began to help her.

Much later Lucy said goodbye to Sara. As soon as she arrived home Lucy knew she was in trouble. Yolanda looked angry, Rose was tapping her feet and yawning loudly. Between them stood a familiar looking pink spotted wobbly horse with wellies on his hooves.
“George says you made him.”
“I told you…” George said, but Yolanda scowled at him. He stopped speaking.
“I.I.I.. Sara showed me and then we made our drawing of a dopey horse….”
“I’m no dope!” George said and turned his back on Lucy.
Lucy tried to look sorry but Yolanda said,“I’ll go away for a bit and when I return I want everything here looking lickity spit..”
“Back to normal. “ agreed Rose.
Lucy wondered what would happen. “I’m finished as a tooth fairy, I’ll have to spend my life doing something absolutely terrible, like putting the leaves on the trees. “ She kicked out at a blade of grass.
Rose said, “It was my fault and some of it was just ..”
“Bad luck,” Lucy suggested.

Yolanda agreed with her and told her she had a special job for Lucy because she found the wobbly horse was not only wobbly but interesting and artistic.

“I think the sky could use a little help in becoming less boring.”

Lucy’s eyes were shining and there was colour back in her chubby cheeks. Yolanda  “But Lucy remember I want soft fluffy white people and images made from clouds with nothing to come to life. In other words they are to stay in the sky.”

Lucy absolutely loves her work. Just take a peep at the sky and see how many flying sheep or wobbly horses you can see there along with the odd colourful rainbow.

Squish Squash.

Breeze was babysitting Lily and Daisy-lyah. They wanted to hear a story. “A nice story, Mr. Breeze. Please.” Lily said.

Breeze looked around him and noticed Hamish planting some new cowslips in the hedges close to the wood. Hamish was bashing the ground with his shovel.

“Okay, I will do my best.” He said handing each of them a fairy cake to eat.

This was the story he told.


“Squish, squash,” Millie sang jumping up and down in a puddle. She wore her favorite bright green boots. “I’m going to grow ideas.” She said to her Granddad.

“No we are going to grow flowers Millie,” Granddad said, “we are going to plant sunflowers.”

“Super sunflowers.” Millie sang stomping along in her boots.

Granddad took a long time to plant his seeds.

First, he dug the soil. Next, he raked it carefully before drawing a line in the soil with a stick. Then carefully he dropped in a seed every few centimeters. Next, he covered the seeds with earth and finally he watered them lightly.

Millie watched him and giggled. “You are slow at planting seeds.”

“Okay Millie show me how you can do it,” Granddad said.


“Lets go digging Fred.” She said to her dog.

They both dug a big hole then Millie stood with her back to the hole and threw the seeds into it. Next they covered the seeds in a mound of soil. Then they watered it with loads of water. The soil looked very soppy and wet.

Millie smiled, “now for the fun part. Come on Fred. Lets stomp them in.” They both jumped on the ground while Millie sang, “First you squish them, then you squash them, and then you watch them grow.”


Every morning Millie checked the garden. One week later she ran into the kitchen, “Come look, we’ have plants.”

Granddad ran out to his patch and scratched his head. There was not one plant in sight.

Millie said, “look at mine.”

Granddad looked and the ground was full of baby plants popping out of the ground as they began the race to the sky.

One month later, Granddads plants had emerged.

“They look tired.” Millie said. “Perhaps they should take a rest like mine.” Granddad looked over and saw tall sunflowers resting against the fence, the greenhouse and one was leaning against a tree.

After that Granddad began to plant his seeds just like Millie.

The Tale of the Curious Tree as told by Breeze.

Breeze was left in charge of  Mrs. Groundsels Grandchildren.  “Tell us a story, please.” Lisbeth demanded flashing her dark blue eyes at him.

Breeze sat and stared all around him. In the distance an old twisted tree caught his eye.

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Lowering his voice he said, “A tiny oak tree was planted in the wood many years ago by a kind and friendly witch. ”

“It wasn’t Lovisma then.” Lisbeth said and moved closer to him.

Breeze smiled then said,

“The tree was planted in a good place. It began to grow. A rabbit stopped one day beside the tree to scratch his ear. The tree bent sideways to  ask the rabbit what it was doing. 

“I am itchy. So I am scratching the itch.” The rabbit said and then he hopped away.

The tree decided it was good to know answers to simple questions.

Whenever an animal stopped close to the oak it would move its body to look at the animal and ask a question or two. Over time the tree grew very knowledgeable about everyday things.

It knew why the clouds danced across the sky on sunny days and why they emptied buckets of raindrops on the forest on dark cold days. It also learnt the names of all the plants and animals in the forest. “

“Really?” Lisbeth asked.

Before Breeze could speak, Matt said, “That is rubbish there is no twisted oak tree in this wood and if there was it wouldn’t know anything about anything. Trees are just trees.”

Lisbeth looked sad. “Mr. Breeze, that is not true. Is it? Your story is beautiful. I think trees are great.”

“Thank you Lisbeth. Matt will discover the truth some day soon.” He hoisted her on his shoulder and said, “we are going to visit the tree.”

He walked a long way then stopped before the tree. Lisbeth ran her hand along the bark.  “You are a super-duper old tree. ” Breeze placed her on a low branch and jumped up beside her.

“Does it know everything?” She asked Breeze.

“Maybe not everything but it does know a lot of stuff.” He looked at her. “Why?”

“I would like to know what there is far beyond the Sugar lump mountains. Please Mr. Tree can you tell me?”

Breeze looked at her and said, “why don’t you write a note and pin it to the tree?”

She grinned at him. “Trees can’t write.”

“No but fairies can and I bet Tulip or Izzy could talk to it, or Elegant. I will ask them. They could write the answer down for you.”

So Lisbeth left her note pinned to the tree.

Next day she woke Breeze from a nap by shouting at him, “I got an answer.” Lisbeth read the note: “Beyond the Sugar Lump mountains lies a green valley. It is filled with cows grazing, sheep sleeping and lambs having fun. There is no river but there are many different types of flowers and trees. The air is filled with humming birds who sing as they collect pollen from the plants. ”

Lisbeth was smiling when she finished the note. “I am never going to tell Matt about this. It is great to know something he doesn’t. Someday when he walks miles and miles to find out what is over the mountains I can say, I knew all along because the kind oak tree told me.”

When she left Breeze slept, dreaming of dancing trees who became so knotted they fell over and grew on the ground.