It is our Birthday and Breeze is happy, so happy he is doing a happy dance around the wood.
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Birthday’s were special to Breeze but he kept his birthdays a secret. He always treated himself on his birthday. Last year it had been an extra 6 fairy cakes.
A few days before his birthday he woke to find Tulip staring at him.
“You were talking in your sleep.” She said.
“Well I hope I was polite.” Breeze watched a very large bumble bee fly overhead. It reminded him of Lovisma. He decided it was his imagination.
“You were muttering something about a birthday. Whose birthday is it?”
Breeze scratched his head. “I have no idea.”
On the morning of his birthday Breeze woke to discover Spike his pet frog was missing. Most mornings he woke to the sound of Spike darting around collecting his breakfast of flies and insects. This morning there was no happy “ribbit” sounds. He walked to the entrance of the cave and stubbed his toe off a chunky sized box. On top of the box was a bow and a card.
He read the card: “Happy birthday, Mr. Breeze.”
Breeze looked at the box. He nudged it with his toe. It jumped three inches into the air and landed on the same spot. He bent down and carefully lifted the lid. There was a loud angry “Ribbit…ribbit” and a frog jumped out. The frog looked sad and odd.
It jumped onto Breezes knee and jumped once more landing on his hand. Breeze raised the frog close to his face.
The frog said “ribbbiiiiitt..” He looked ill to Breeze.
“Oh Spike, what happened? Are you ill? Why are you yellow with smarties on your skin?” Breeze suspected it was a trick played by one of the goblins.
To cheer Spike up, Breeze took him to the Hiccuping pond close to Mudpile Wood. Within minutes of arriving Spike was happily catching flies. Breeze however wasn’t happy because he made another discovery. Each time Spike hopped his skin color changed. One moment he was a smarty covered frog and the next he looked like a pair of pajama’s all stripes. The flashing colorful frog was attracting a lot of attention. Spike hid in Breeze’s pocket.
Breeze concentrated on solving the problem of poor Spikes skin of many moving colors. Tulip was not impressed either. “Why would someone do such a thing?” She demanded with red poofs of angry smoke shooting from her wand.
Breeze moved away from the wand and showed her the card. “It’s your birthday!” She shook her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I celebrate it quietly in the way I want to.”
Tulip put her hands on her hips. “That sounds like a load of rubbish to me, but it is your day. However I will bake you a special cake. ” She looked at Spike. ” First we will ask Elegant to fix this.”
“But don’t tell her about my birthday.” Breeze hissed.
“You are very peculiar for an Ogre. Most stand on the mountain tops and shout it out. But don’t worry I won’t.”
They found Elegant hanging out her washing.
“I thought Witches just zap things and they get done.” Breeze said.
“That is the lazy Lovisma way of doing it.” Elegant said. She looked at Breeze. “What has my little sister done now.”
“Why would you think she has done anything?” Tulip asked.
“Because she was so happy today and she was up before the sun, which is most odd for her.”
Breeze whispered, “Please Elegant. It’s poor Spike, please fix him.”
When the kind hearted witch saw Spike she took him in her hands and whispered to him, “Oh Spike you poor fella. Don’t worry, close your eyes I will have you back to normal.”
Spike and Breeze closed their eyes. When they opened them Spike was back to green. He was so happy he did a happy frog dance tumbling and hopping around Breeze.
Breeze looked at Elegant. “What about Lovisma? Who will punish her?”
Elegant tapped the side of her nose and said, “already done, you won’t see her for a day or two.”
Suddenly they heard a terrible screech. Breeze hid behind a bed sheet on the clothes line.
Lovisma appeared before them.”Who did this to me? I look like Goldilocks. Help me Elegant…” Her hair was golden, her skin like milk and her lips a soft cherry red. She was dressed in a pale pink dress. Her hat and shoes matched perfectly.
When she spotted Tulip, Lovisma screamed and vanished.
Tulip said, “Come to tea Elegant, about five o clock, I am baking a special cake for Breeze.”
“Will it have cherries?” Elegant asked.
Though Breeze felt sad for Spike he was delighted to hear about his special cake and decided that next year he might remind Tulip about his birthday and leave creating the surprise up to her.
It was the 3rd day of June. Breeze remembered this the moment he woke. The reason why was simple. It was his birthday.
He fell out of his broken rickity bed, got dressed in a hurry singing happy birthday to me. He raced into his kitchen and stopped.
The kitchen table was bare. There was not one gift sitting on it. He felt sad.”No one has remembered.” He muttered as he made his breakfast of oatmeal, apples and fresh spring water.
After eating he felt a little better, perhaps they left it outside, he thought. He peeped out his cave door and saw nothing. He checked under every bush and shrub on the steep mountain path. He got to the wood and checked the path into the wood. There was nothing. Not one thing dangling from a branch not a muffin or a cupcake. No sandwishes for me today, he thought and decided he should go for a nap.
On the way to the tree he met a rabbit called Bucket. “Please help me I’ve lost one of my children.”
“Which one?” Breeze asked but the rabbit was running away shouting, “I’ll check the rabbit tunnels you checkout the pathways.”
Breeze walked the whole way around the wood, he didn’t find one young rabbit. He thought it rather strange that he did not meet one of anything. “Stranger and stranger,” he muttered.
Then he spotted Bucket running and hopping towards the mountain. He decided to follow him.
As Breeze climbed he began to suspect he was having a dream. It was the first time in his life when he had not been greeted by many animals and beings singing “Happy Birthday” when he entered the wood.
“I might as well go home and bake my own cake,” he mumbled.
At the entrance to the cave he stopped and sniffed the air. There was a strange smell of sugar and a whiff of what he suspected was sandwishes. “Wishful thinking,” he said and trudged into the kitchen.
“Happy Birthday” The roar from his friends made him jump. He banged his head off the stone ceiling. The mountain shook. Maisie who had accompanied the witches fell into the bowl of birthday orange juice and had to be fished out by Elegant using her wand. Mrs. Groundsel who had fallen asleep on Breeze’s chair woke when the chair toppled over. Luckily she landed on Lovisma.
Breeze stood rubbing his head and smiling. He began to chuckle. “I thought you forgot.”
Tulip flew up to him, “Of course we didn’t but we needed to get your present ready. Look.”
Breeze looked. “You baked. It is the largest cake I have ever seen. Thank you everyone.”
Hamish was rubbing his back. “It is the heaviest cake I have ever carried. I’m not carrying it back. Let’s eat.”
Breeze frowned then asked. “But why did you need me out of here?”
Everyone moved aside to reveal a brand new giant bed made out of a fallen beech tree.
Breeze didn’t know what to say, luckily Lillian and Lovisma knew what to do, they both clambered onto the bed.
“It’s really bouncy.” They said and they showed how bouncy the thick layer of moss was as they did tumbles and rolls on it.
Breeze thanked everyone and said, “It’s my birthday, lets enjoy the party.” And they did.
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