They were waiting for Izzy to return. Tulip and Elegant were in Elegant’s house because she had made some breakfast muffins and bars.
Breeze was sitting at the side of the house chatting to Lovisma when they heard a loud screech.
Breeze saw a flash of pink fairy wings, “Izzy.” They followed her indoors.
“Why are you as red as a tomato?” Lovisma asked Izzy who darted behind the sofa in the sitting room. She refused to come out.
Izzy whispered, “You should have told me how horrible they can be.”
“Who?” Elegant asked.
“Children.”
Breeze frowned. “They are not horrible.”
“Well the ones I met were. The first little girl broke my wand. The second demanded more money. The little boy cried and screamed so much his mum came hurtling through the door with a big white face and waving a frying pan at me.”
Ellen went to sit by her. She put an arm about Izzy’s shoulder. “you weren’t supposed to wake them up.”
“I didn’t on purpose. I had never seen so many things I pressed a few buttons and the rooms were bright, things moved, noises were made, they woke up.” Izzy shuddered. “It was horrible, really really horrible.”
“Sweet dandelion tea is good for shock.” Tulip said and handed a cup to her.
“Thanks Tulip. Something smells nice.” Izzy said. “I am really tired and hungry. I had to fly out of the houses really fast.”
“The breakfast buns were excellent.” Breeze confessed. “So excellent I ate them all. Sorry.”
Everyone swung around to look at him. “Well they were.”
Elegant waved her hand in a graceful manner. A huge plate of breakfast muffins appeared beside her. She glared at Breeze and said, “have one of these Izzy. Breeze has had enough muffins.”
There was silence for a long time until Ellen and Izzy had recovered.
When they were finished breakfast, Izzy said. “I don’t want your job I prefer mine.”
Ellen smiled. “I want mine as well.”
Breeze scratched his head. “But I thought you were both fed up with your jobs.”
Izzy said, “I was but it is easy and easy is good.”
Ellen smiled and then said. “You are correct there is nothing wrong with sticking to what you know.”
Breeze felt a little puzzled by this but decided a room full of magic was a little too much for him and he went off to do what he loved to do best, sit in a tree and dream.
Mudpile Wood 