But! Will you be able to make it on Time?
While sipping my morning cup of tea I noticed an invitation waiting for me. “Oh dear!” Was my reply, “today is the day! I surely must fly. Not being a witch and owning no broom I started to wander about my room.
A heard a small whisper from across the way, “at least get out of your Pajamas today. You certainly can’t go dressed to a party THAT WAY!”
So I pulled on my stockings and pointy black shoes, dressed in cream lace then away I flew.
Well, really I just ran out the back door, but I saw the strangest sight...
and very much to my delight! For there were two maids oh so fair, wandering through my brambled lair...
Being followed by pink flamingos?
Odd as it seemed, I thought they might know… which way was needed, for me to go… to arrive at Vanessa’s party.
They sat down and ignored me, as if I weren’t there, then poured themselves a cup o’ tea brewed from mermaid’s hair.
They played cards until late in the afternoon…
While nibbling on pumpkins and tiny white shrooms.
Ooh! What is this? An assortment of treats?
Butterfly Kisses and Faerie Wings? Dust of the Broken Hearts it is said should never be eaten right before bed.
“Would you like some Lavender for your old aching bones?” the maiden sweetly signed. “No, but could you pour me something magical that will give me wings for flight? For I desperately need to get to Vanessa’s before this very night!”
“Butterfly Kisses should work well for that, but tis my fear you’ll morph into a rat!”
“Look in here, this is the way” the little one said with a grin.
“I dare you to peek inside and see what lies within.”
“No thank you!” I said to this sweet little nymph, “I must get to the party before it ends.”
Then suddenly one of them ran out of tea. This
can’t be good as you will soon see.
It appears that the tea is a special brew that keeps sweet maidens from behaving like two old shrews. “Ladies! Ladies! If you please! I will pour you a cup o’ tea, for your behavior is truly frightening me!”
But suddenly they became bored of intrigues and games…
then ever so softly faded away. But before they vanished I heard one say, “look at the foot of your bed. That should point the way.”
At the foot of my bed sits an old pink trunk, mostly it’s filled with nothing but junk.
But what to my surprise did I find?
An old photo album that was left behind. So I did what any curious girl would do…
I opened the cover to the very first page and a chorus of whispers called out my name, “ Cori G., we’re in here, the time is finally drawing near, but hurry now we mustn't be late, that surely can not be our fate.”
There they were, all of the guests in the book, dressed and waiting to leave, but I wondered what these colorful people might have up their sleeve. “Step in to the book,” I heard them say, “we must be on our way.”
“Step into the book? How can that be? I thought I was looking for a secret key.” If Butterfly Kisses nor Faerie Wings can't lift me through the air then certainly stepping into a book
really won’t get me there!”
But none the less I slipped in my toes as a strange sensation swirled up to my nose. Spinning…twirling… up and down…floating up above the ground.
I floated in darkness for who knows how long, until finally I heard it, the sweetest of songs. There was laughter and singing… music once more. When I opened my eyes I was at the back door…
of my own little cottage.
Sadly, I fear, tis too late for me, for peddling my bike I shall ever be. Over the mountains and beyond the shore until I arrive at Vanessa's door. Only to peek through the garden gate long after the party’s been put away.
So hurry now and quickly flee, before the colorful guests come after thee...
and deceive you as they deceived me!
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