Late one night, when the wood was quiet. A soft swooshing sound was heard in the night sky.
Breeze peeped out of his cave door and saw an odd thing in the sky.
He went back to bed and dreamed of flying witches hats.
The next morning he told Tulip of his dream.
She smiled then said, “I don’t think it was a dream. Because the witches have moved their home.”
Breeze frowned. He closed his eyes and said, “It is down by the giant grasses at the edge of the wood. That is where I saw it yesterday.”
Tulip shook her head. “Well it is gone, poof, gone in the night sky. They said they would let us know where there new address is.”
Breeze chuckled. “Lovisma has gone.” He rubbed his hands together, “no more nasty pranks. This is too good to be true.”
“Don’t be silly they have only moved, not gone. We will find out shortly where they are as Elegant is drawing a new map of the wood. She is tired of everyone complaining that they don’t know how to find a shoe maker or a baker.”
Breeze sighed. “Now that is stupid all you have to do is sniff and follow your nose. The smell of leather means shoes, the smell of cakes or bread means the bakers.”
He left her and went for a nap. He knew better than to worry about a silly map as there was nothing wrong with his nose..
Mudpile Wood 