The trouble with trees.
Breeze loves to sit in trees. In general, Ogres hate trees. From his seat in a tree that sits alongside the river, he is hidden. This means Breeze can see everything that is happening in Mudpile wood.
It was Monday afternoon. Breeze climbed the tallest tree in the wood and looked at his favourite branch. It now looked like a slide. A slide across a small river.
Breeze tried it out, with a tremendous shout, ‘Yay, this is fun.’ He splashed his hands into the water as he slid down the branch.
The female voice that roared back was not tiny or polite. Breeze stopped. He knew that voice.
Fairy Tulip sounded mad, “You sank an entire batch of fairy cakes.” She waved her hand in his direction. “Come with me and explain to my customers why they sank.” Her wings flapped so fast she was hopping up and down. “Stop scowling at me. You thundering big oaf.”
“Ogre,” he said. “I’m a thundering big Ogre.”
Her answer surprised him. She laughed so hard she tumbled upwards until she was level with his eyes. “Well for a Thundering Big Ogre, you have surprisingly blue eyes.”
Two days later Tulip paid him a visit. “I have an order for two hundred fairy cakes. So, I need you to sit quietly from two o’clock until three. No, shouting and I will bring you a fairy cake.”
He smiled. “Okay, could it be a large fairy cake?”
Tulip said, “Perhaps.”
At three o clock, he saw her struggling to fly. Tulip said, “Help me, please.”
Breeze smiled. He climbed to the branch below his favourite one, in case he was tempted to slide.
“That is a giant fairy cake.” He said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you eat it.”
And she did. It was late when Tulip said, “How odd. I know we were sitting on a high branch. The sun should be sinking, not us.”
“Yes. The sun always sinks.” Breeze agreed.
Tulip looked at her feet. She said. “I thought it would be a long flight to the ground. But watch.”
With a flick of her wings she took a step and landed on the ground. Breeze slid down the tree trunk. “Hmm I was faster than normal, strange.” He said.
They looked at the tree. Instead of one branch bent towards the ground now there were two branches. They looked like steps.
“Tulip, I bent the branch. How did that happen?”
She looked at his large belly.
“I think it might be a fairy cake problem. You do eat a lot, maybe you should eat apples instead?
Breeze said nothing. He didn’t like apples. “Let’s play I spy.”
Tulip agreed. Together they strolled along, making the woods rumble as they went. Breeze was happy that Tulip forgot about his fairy cake problem. And she was delighted that Breeze was walking instead of sitting.
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That was a fun and imaginative fairy tale. I can imagine that children would love it.
Thank you Thomas for taking the time to read the story.