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.