The hunt for the Snow Dragon.

Snowflakes twirled and danced about Molly. ” I love snow,” she said.

“Woof” Bob said jumping around her.

Molly whispered, “Quiet Bob. A  Snow Dragon might hear us and run away.”

The dog nudged her with his nose, making her giggle.

They began their search in the garden. No Snow Dragon. They walked through the gate, looking right and left. Molly walked past Gran’s kitchen door. They looked in the garden shed, and behind the coal bags but didn’t find a Snow Dragon. They did meet many birds and Gran’s fat cat.

They walked to the front garden. They met the postman. “Hi Molly. Where are you going?” he asked.

“We are going to catch a Snow Dragon.” She whispered.

“Well – don’t let him catch you.” He said.

“No we won’t.” Molly told him.

Bob looked behind every tree.  Molly looked at the bare branches. No Snow Dragon. “Not even a squirrel, Bob.” She said.

Molly looked behind them. The snow was falling onto the ground covering her footprints. She couldn’t see her house. “Let’s go home,” She said.

Molly made a snow ball. She threw it. “Go get it Bob,” She said.

He sat and watched it land.  Molly sighed. Bob never chased tennis balls.

“Lets make a snowman instead.” She began by making a small ball and then dropped it on the ground. As she rolled it along the ground the snowball changed from being a round ball into a wobbly, wonky shape. It was big and getting bigger. Finally she reached her garden,  they left it there and went indoors .

It was warm inside. Molly felt tired. She forgot about her snowball but told dad about her search for a Snow Dragon.

“I think there are no Snow Dragons,” she said. Molly felt sad.

“Maybe they are shy, creatures. Perhaps you should send an email to one and see what happens.”

“What would I say?” She liked this idea.

“That you believe in them but you would love to know what they look like. Wait then and see what happens. Granddad always said, they were magical creatures.”

Molly wiggled her nose as she thought about this. “Let’s do it, can you help please?”

The email was sent and Molly went to bed.

Next morning she got up and peeped out the window.

Her heart jumped for there in the garden was a large dragon. He was white and very still. Molly raced outside to see him. “Its a Snow Dragon.” She said to her dad who came to look at it. “He is not alive though he is just made of snow, how did he get here?”

“Molly you did say you would love to know what they look like, didn’t you?”

“I did. Now I know they are amazing.” She giggled, “he looks like Bob does when you say no to him.”

They took pictures of the Snow Dragon and a large picture hangs on Molly’s bedroom wall in case she forgets what they look like.

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Lilian’s Friend : Part two.

Tulip was surprised when Breeze offered to mind Lilian the following afternoon. “I won’t have time to bake you pies or cupcakes.” She told him.

“I don’t want any pies or cupcakes.” Breeze said.

Tulip frowned. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I am fine. Lilian is helping me with the ducks. They are not running away from me anymore.” He told her with his fingers crossed. And it was sort of true. They weren’t running away from him because he hid behind the biggest bramble bush he could find.

Much later when he was sitting with his back to a tree he asked Lilian to tell him more about the angel called April.

“I don’t know anything else except she is nice. But why don’t you ask her yourself.” Lilian said and moved closer to the pond to chat with the ducks. Breeze smiled as he heard her talking to the ducks.

Breeze looked around the woodland and the pond. He could see nothing but Lilian, ducks, ducklings, trees, water and the clouds. “I don’t know where she is.” He muttered.

Then he heard it. A soft giggling, gurgling sound,  like water flowing across loose gravel. “So you are here. Can I see you?” When he got no answer he said, “Please, can I see you.”

She appeared as slowly and gently as a Summer mist. The air shimmered and he saw a pair of tiny feet encased in green slippers, a long flowing dress and finally her smiling face framed in chestnut coloured hair. Her wings were glimmering in the light.

Breeze thought she looked very frail. He stared at her. “You are tiny. How can such a tiny angel mind so many trees and keep them happy?”

She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “Angel dust.”

Breezed nodded. “Ahh, I understand, ” he said though he didn’t really understand.

She smiled. “I will show you, when Lilian is ready to go, there is a sad lonely tree living near Lovisma’s house. I think the tree is afraid of the troublesome witch.”

“April, you came to see me.” Lilian ran up to them and hugged the fairy.

“Of course I did, now would you like to help me?”

“Yes, please.” Lilian danced about them as they walked.

They stopped before an odd looking tree. “It looked bigger yesterday.” Breeze whispered.

“Yes he is trying to make himself small and invisible.” April replied.

She walked towards the tree and slowly flew upwards to the very tip of the tree. As she moved upward, there was a gentle rustling noise as the leaves in the tree sprang to life, catching the sunlight and dancing about. The movement crept along the branches making them stretch outwards and upwards. Then he noticed the trunk of the tree grew broader,  and moved towards the sky.

“It is growing,” Breeze said.

Lilian giggled. “No it is stretching and wait for it.” She stood pointing at the tree.

As each branch bent gracefully towards the sun high above it looked to him like the tree was – smiling.

“It is smiling.” He said and noticed April was back at his side.

“Yes it is. That is what my fairy dust does. ”

Breeze smiled. “Thank you for showing me. I never knew it until now. I will try to h elp by telling the trees jokes and talking to them.”

“Thank you  Mr. Breeze that would be a great help.” With a wave and a smile she left them.