Lovisma A Teenage Witch

It was quiet in Mudpile Wood. Not a single buzzing bee was around. Suddenly, a loud rustle made Breeze jump to his feet.

It must be a big mouse. I hope it is not a bat, Breeze thought. He liked mice. And thought bats were creepy. He went in search of this noise maker. “There you are hiding above the trees in the sky,” he shouted. He ran along the path from tree to tree, staring upwards.

Suddenly, he tripped and hit the ground with a loud thump.  Oops, that wasn’t a mouse, Breeze decided. He looked down. It was Hamish, a goblin.

“Have you no manners?” yelled Hamish. “What are you doing tripping over goblins?”

Pulling himself to his feet, Breeze replied, “I’m looking for a mouse.”

“Try standing on your head. They live on the ground, not in trees.” Hamish lay back on his bed of moss. “Go away, it’s nap time.”

Breeze searched everywhere, but couldn’t find the mouse. He decided to visit Tulip, his friend who was a fairy. On his way to her house, he spotted a colourful shape hanging from a branch. It was an odd animal with a long tail of ribbons.

“Well, that’s not a mouse, but what is it? Tulip will know, ” he said, walking around a giant bramble bush and bumping into her.

“Ouch, Breeze, watch where you are walking, please. And Tulip will know what?” Tulip asked, brushing leaves off her wings.

“What is now living in the large beech tree near your garden?”

Tulip looked at the tree that Breeze pointed to. She smiled.

“It’s a kite.”

“Okay. Now, what does it do?”

“I’ll show you.” Tulip flew upwards and grabbed the length of string tangled in a branch. When she returned to the ground with the kite, she said, “Watch this.” Tulip flew a short distance away. The wind caught hold, and the kite soared into the sky. With its long tail dancing in the wind, it attracted a lot of attention.

Mrs. Groundsel and her grandchildren came to watch the fun.

“Make it do a loop,” Matt cried. 

The kite tumbled about in the air. It was amazing. Then something very peculiar began to happen. Each time it danced off in a certain direction, so did everyone on the ground. If the kite dived to the earth, they did. If it jumped high into the sky, everyone watching floated high into the air.  Lily was screaming, “Make it stop, I don’t like it.”

“This is not funny.” Mrs Groundsel said, soaring towards a large branch.  “Ouch,” her head hit the branch.

Breeze heard the musical laughter. He knew who was laughing.

“I think I know who did this.” Breeze marched into the woods. “I will fix it. Stay here, everyone.”

Tulip released the kite. But the kite continued to dance in the sky. Everyone watching danced a foot or two above the grass.

“I’m too old for this.” Mrs. Groundsel said.

“I’m too grumpy for this,” Hamish said.

Breeze arrived back with a squealing small witch called Lovisma tucked under his right arm.

 “Let me down, you silly giant.”

He did, saying, “Lovisma, you know I am Breeze and an ogre.”

She saw the dancing crowd before her. She cackled with delight. “Oh, they look funny. I should bring my friends to see this.”

Breeze said,  “Make it stop right now or I will lock you in with Smelly.”

“No, No, No.  You can’t. Besides, it wouldn’t work.  I’m a witch. I’d be out in a second.”

“It’s Hamish’s cabin, and it is his skunk. Your magic won’t work in his home.  So why shouldn’t we do it?”

“Because Tulip and Mrs. Groundsel are nice people who don’t do stuff like that.”

Lovisma was smiling.

Breeze groaned. “Tulip, what do you think?”

“I agree with you, put her in with the skunk. I will help you get her to Hamish’s house.”

Lovisma looked unhappy. “I hate goblins and skunks. Okay, I will make it stop.” With a wave of her wand, the kite raced back to earth. Everyone landed on the ground with a thump.

“You are one mean witch,” Tulip said.

“But it was funny, wasn’t it?” Lovisma whispered.

“No. And, you should still be punished.” Hamish said.

“You can clean our houses every week for a month.” Mrs. Groundsel said.

“I wasn’t that bad,” Lovisma grumbled. Suddenly, she did a happy dance. “It was funny. How about if the next time I do it, I make only one person follow the kite?”

Breeze said, “No, you won’t do it ever again.”

“Okay.” Lovisma trudged away, saying, “Breeze is a big nasty spoilsport.”