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The King That Almost Wasn't Pt.2

With wings that did flutter, with wings that did fly. Through kingdom and valley, both far and nearby. They searched, they scoured, they hunted twice more. On hills and in towns where they’d been once before. Then suddenly through the clouds they did see, a camp in the clover where none used to be. Three pixies were sighted all young and quite fair, with ribbons and bangles and stars in their hair. One wearing yellow, with another in blue. The third all in pink with two holes in her shoe. The pixie in blue had a questioning glare, when the fairies flew in from the indigo air. They spake all at once with a voice like a song, 'Of where do you come? Have you traveled for long?' 'Yea, the journey’s been far, our wings need a rest! Might we sit for a time and tell of our quest?' They told of their king, of his wondrous plight. They spake of their search to find him a sprite. When tale had been told they had such a feast. Of berries and dewdrops Nay, they had no roast beast! The pixies did whisper, they smiled often, too. Especially the one with two holes in her shoe. She giggled and smiled, she had so much fun. She tugged at the holes till two became one. She flew upside down then flipped with a shout. She looked quite odd  with her toes hanging out. She landed nearby, turning somersault over. Her eyes all a twinkle in midst of the clover. She danced and she twirled, from a rose gave a peek. 'I know where she’s at, I know who you seek!' She told of a kingdom that was far, far away. There dwells a sprite,  most lovely they say. They gave the young pixie a kiss on the head. And laughed to themselves as she turned five shades red. With smiles on their faces again, they took flight. The journey would take them two days and a night. They flew over fields  and valleys of green. Such incredible sights, no fairy had seen. One day and a half they flew without cease. Then stopped for a night in a grove full of trees. They settled in beds of leaves and new shells. And drifted to sleep to the chime of bluebells. They slept for an hour or maybe ‘twas two. When suddenly a sound came out of the blue! Confused and a-frightened they all had awoke, To a loud and obnoxious bellowing croak. He came with a bound, a bound and a leap. A fat bullfrog had awoke them from sleep. They asked why he woke them and gave them a fright. 'I neeedeeep your help!' He croaked with such might. He was bumpy and slimy and his croak was so loud, that before they had noticed he’d gathered a crowd. There were squirrels and rabbits, fireflies and ants. Foxes and mices but no elephants! All mumbling and stumbling, with some half asleep. All chattering, not flattering, then the frog starts to weep. He stuttered, he stammered, he spake with forlorn. 'A mean, evil wizard has stolen my horn!' 'Your horn?! they all chimed. Oh what a sad day, for a wandering minstrel with no horn to play.' 'No jazz, no blues, nor even hip hop!' They all started crying till the frog hollered,'Stop!' 'You don’t understand, you have it all wrong! I’m not a musician, no music, no song!'

Copyright © September 2001 Anita Lanza

Additional Notes:
As previously stated, this is part of a children's story I am writing, my first try in this genre. I have posted only pts. 1 & 2 for now.


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