There is a little confusion about April as Lilian believes she is an angel and Breeze thinks she is a fairy, what do you think?
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Breeze’s Secret Job.
“I will never tell you another truthful story about me.” Breeze said.
Tulip frowned. She didn’t understand why and asked him to explain.
“Because since I told you about the tree all you do is ask me questions.” He folded his arms infront of his chest. “Stop doing it.”
Tulip smiled. “Okay but perhaps you will answer me this one last question. Why did you stop gardening?”
Breeze scowled at her.
Mrs Groundsel was walking past them. She was delivering a batch of blackberry jam to her friend Robyn and heard Tulips question. She stopped and said, “why would you think he has?”
“Because he is always asleep or sitting in a tree?” Tulip said.
“Not always only when you are around.” Mrs Groundsel walked away.
Breeze climbed his tree and Tulip was tired of asking questions so she went home.
Tulip didn’t forget Mrs. Groundsel’s answer. She decided to become a Fairy detective. She began to get up earlier in the morning and go to bed late at night. But it didn’t matter, whenever she went looking for him Breeze was always asleep. Izzy asked Tulip, “do you need a sleeping potion? You look very tired and your wings are droopy looking.”
Tulip told her the reason why she was feeling so tired.
Izzy was quiet for a while as she sipped her tea. Suddenly she said, “I know why you can’t find him working or moving about during the day because he is working at night.”
Tulip shook her head. “No Breeze is not a bat he is that jolly green ogre we keep tripping over on the porch when we have finished baking. He can smell vanilla icing a mile away.”
Izzy said, “tonight you and I will keep watch. I will go to his cave and watch from high above it. You can stay at the edge of the forest. You can follow him.”
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The moon was bright, the sky a dark curtain behind it.
Izzy was sitting a short distance from the entrance to Breeze’s cave. She was knitting a jumper for a baby rabbit. Tulip was writing out new recipes at the edge of the wood as she waited for Izzy’s signal.
Suddenly Izzy heard Breeze stomping out of his cave. Spike was sitting on his shoulder. They walked straight past Izzy without seeing her. She waited until they were a little distance away then she send a ribbon of light shooting into the sky.
Tulip spotted the signal. She sent her recipe book back to her kitchen and hid.
It didn’t take long for Breeze to appear on the path from the mountains. Tulip was surprised when he didn’t enter the wood but turned sharp left and walked towards the flat fields behind the trees.
She stayed well behind him. Tulip didn’t want him to see her. He walked for a long time, through three giant fields.
Then suddenly he came to a small field. Breeze bent low. Spike jumped from his shoulder.
Tulip forgot to watch Breeze she was too busy trying to recognize all of the vegetables she saw growing in the field.
“He is a secret gardener. ” She sat in the hedge for a while and watched him work. He was very good. There were no weeds in his garden just healthy, carrots, potatoes, sweetcorn, peas and beans. Suddenly she had answers to a lot of her questions. It was Breeze who supplied everyone with the vegetables they loved when they couldn’t find them close to Mudpile Wood.
Tulip wanted to rush out and give him a hug. But, she knew she couldn’t. It was his secret to keep or reveal and not hers.
She decided to go home.
Next day at lunch time Tulip was asleep when there was a loud knock at her front door. It was Izzy, ” So you didn’t find out where he went or what he did?”
Tulip said “Yes, I mean no I didn’t.”
Izzy smiled “And I suppose you didn’t bake the giant gingerbread man Breeze is sharing with everyone in the middle of the clearing?”
Tulip looked very innocent and tired. “No, I can only bake small gingerbread men in my small oven.”
Izzy decided not to ask any more questions. “You look tired. I will bring you back some of the amazing gingerbread. Pity we don’t have the recipe, isn’t it?”
Tulip was too tired to worry about her friends twinkling eyes. She went back to bed.
Mudpile Wood: Job Swap
Breeze loves to see Izzy, a tiny smiling fairy, visit Mudpile Wood. Her visit means Winter is over because Izzy’s job is to wake up the trees.
When Breeze met her on a cold frosty morning, Izzy was not smiling. Her red curly hair was bouncing around her face. He guessed she was angry.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“I need another job. I’m tired of doing this stuff.” Izzy glared at him.
Breeze wondered why he was always finding fairies with problems.
He decided it was because he was clever and could help them.
“If you wake up the trees in Mudpile wood then I will take you to lunch at Tulips house. We will help you find a new job.” Breeze crossed his fingers because he hoped Tulip wouldn’t be mad.
Two mad fairies would be tough to deal with.
Izzy flew close to his face. She flew around his head and came back to stare at him. Breeze smiled. He didn’t blink, not once.
She nodded. “Okay just for you I will wake them up in a hurry.”
Breeze climbed high into his favourite tree and sat watching Izzy work.
“She is very good at this,” he told a passing dragon fly.
Izzy flew to each tree in turn, said her magic words, gave the tree a hug and flew on to the next one.
Today she was moving very fast. The rabbits on the ground got dizzy as they followed Izzy.
Breeze saw the rabbits fall over and grinned. Tulip came to join him. “What are you laughing at?”
He stopped smiling and said, “Izzy is making everyone dizzy, watch.”
Tulip did. “It is not funny. Hamish has just stepped on a hedgehog. Now Hamish has a sore foot. ”
When Izzy finished she came to sit with Breeze. “I’m tired and it is your fault.”
Breeze said, “Tulip says that to me, very often. It must be a fairy thing, You are weak and small, while I am strong and tall.”
“No it is because we work and you don’t.” Tulip told him.
Turning to Izzy she said, “Would you care for some rosehip tea and a cookie?” When Izzy agreed Tulip said, “this way.”
They were sitting at Tulips house minutes later sipping tea and nibbling on cookies.
Izzy explained how tired she was of her job. “I’ve been doing it forever.” She sounded sad.
Breeze said, “why don’t you swap with Ellen, the Tooth fairy? She is tired of her job.”
Tulip looked surprised. “That is a good idea. Let’s go visit Ellen.”
Breeze took the last cookie and told them he would mind the house while they went to visit Ellen. He was feeling sleep but chuckled as he heard Izzy sing: “I’m to be a tooth fairy. When do I start, what do I do?”
The Battle of the Party. Part 1
The Party
Breeze was excited. He was jumping up and down like a rabbit. On the fourth jump he was frightened by a loud voice shouting. “Stop! Breeze stop jumping now.”
He paused mid jump by clinging to the trunk of the tree closest to him.
He scowled. It was his best friend, Tulip, who happened to be a fiesty fairy.
Tulip pointed her finger at him .
Breeze spoke first, “You are scary for a fairy.” He giggled at the rhyme.
“Huh, we sent our invitations a month ago for our Fairy Tea Party, what did I get today?”
Breeze puffed out his chest. “An invitation to the Ogres Afternoon Tea Party. It’s on the 12th.”
“I know. It can’t be. We are having our party on the 12th.”
Breeze scratched his chin. “Two parties, well…”
“Exactly we won’t have a full table, neither will you.” Her loud voice drew a crowd of onlookers because Fairies never lost their temper.
“Well then there is only one thing to do..” Breeze said.
“Cancel the Ogres party.”
Breeze shook his head. “No.”
“YOU will!” She roared, making the wind turn and run in fright.
“No need, we will have one giant party.” Before Tulip could say anything. The crowd cheered.
Breeze smiled. “There you go problem solved. I need to go. I must tell the others to make some small ogre cream pies for all the fairies.”
Part two tomorrow…
In the meantime have fun colouring in your own fairy cakes:
Recipe of Mudpile Wood. By Breeze
The recipe for Mudpile Wood
Take one smiling green ogre,
add one fairy who loves to bake,
Sprinkle in a naughty witch,
For flavour add a crowd of elves, goblins, Ogres (big and little) and lepreachauns,
Stir well, pour in to the forgotton world of Mudpile wood.
Leave for a day and return to check on what is happening.
Easter Mystery at Mudpile Wood.
A reminder: Breeze is a very friendly Ogre. Hamish is a grumpy Elf. Lovisma is a tiny mischievous witch and Tulip is a Fairy who adores to bake.
Women’s voices drifted up to Breeze as he lay dreaming on a branch in a tree.
“Humans” he whispered. Breeze let out an ear piercing warning whistle. He spotted rabbits and elves running further into the wood.
“Did you hear that funny bird? ” One woman asked. “Don’t go into the wood. We don’t want the children to get lost in there.”
Breeze noticed the women’s baskets were full of shiny objects which they were hiding in the long grass and under bushes. Finally their baskets were empty and they left.
Breeze slid down the tree. Hamish walked up to him. “Why did you sound the alarm?”
“It was a crowd of humans. They hid somethings,” Breeze was stretching his hand out underneath a bush. “Aha, look what I got!” He pulled out a shiny blue ball.
“What is it?” Hamish asked.
Breeze scratched his head. “I don’t know.”
Hamish smelt it. “Chocolate. Why hide them?”
They asked Tulip. “I don’t know.” She said, “but the tooth fairy might know.”
Mavis, the tooth fairy was tired, “Show me quickly, I need to sleep. “
Hamish handed her the blue ball.
“Ugh it’s an easter egg. They love them, hide them in odd places and call it ‘fun’ to find them.” Mavis scowled then said, “I’m going to sleep, leave.”
The three friends left in a hurry.
“Now we know what they are what are we going to do?” Breeze asked.
“Nothing,” Tulip said, “They will come and collect them.”
Lovisma, heard this conversation and went to look at the eggs.
On Easter Sunday Tulip, Breeze and Hamish were hiding at the top of a tree. They were there to make sure no child entered the wood. “It wouldn’t do for an elderly Ogre or Fairy to meet a child.They might never recover from the shock,” Breeze said.
The children raced into the field watched by their parents. They began to search for eggs. A small girl gave a shout, “I see one.” This was followed by a wailing cry. “Why won’t it stop moving?”
Breeze , Hamish and Tulip watched the field turn into a playground for leaping Easter eggs that could not be caught.
Tulip looked at Breeze and Hamish.
“We didn’t do it.” Breeze said. “Did you?”
“I did not.” Tulip said and waved her wand towards the leaping bouncing eggs. But no amount of Fairy sparkle or magic could stop the eggs from moving.
Suddenly an egg was caught.
It popped open, a bright yellow rabbit jumped out and began hip hop dancing. His ears were spinning around and hit a boy in the legs. He began to cry.
“Lovisma did this. Listen, I can hear her giggling.” Hamish said.
They began to search. Suddenly a bush sneezed. Breeze pounced on it. He emerged with a wiggling fighting Lovisma.
“Leave me be you big ogre.”
“I will if you stop them bouncing eggs and dancing bunnies.” Breeze shook her.
Lovisma was dressed in green, she had bells in her hair. She jingled as he shook her.
“Lovisma you had better place a forgetful spell on them. We don’t want the wood full of nosy humans.” Tulip said.
“What will you give me if I do that?”Lovisma smiled.
Breeze said, “I’ll stop shaking you for a start, and I’ll tell you where to find lovely fresh mud.”
Lovisma loved bathing in mud. “Deal.”
With a flick of her wrist she stopped the eggs from moving and with a wiggle of her nose the children stopped crying.
Hamish’s ears twitched. “No one is talking about the jumping eggs, they are leaving.”
“Pity,” Lovisma said. “I always wanted to create a big stir. Now I will have to think of something else.”
Before they could scold her, Lovisma vanished.
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Have a great Easter everyone.
Mudpile Wood 