The Tooth Fairy's Mistake by Linda Dawley

Author:Linda Dawley [Dawley, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Linda Dawley, The Tooth Fairy's Mistake, Wee Mac, Children, Story, Fiction, Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Magic, Imagination, Play
Publisher: CCB Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

The forest was dark. Tall leafy trees, close and watchful, chatted quietly together.

Most fairies didn’t relish going into the forest. The muted colours created by the filtered sunlight were too indistinct for the sun worshiping entities. Time in the forest could spark dark thoughts or fears believed long ago resolved.

Fairies, sensitive creatures, walked a fine line between worlds. They preferred a place with open spaces and few shadows. Lots of sun was best.

“We’re here,” whispered Sara

They stopped before an imposing tree with what looked like an archway hollowed out of the centre, and a massive wooden throne in the middle of the space. The high back of the chair showed ornate carved faces of people and animals jutting out as if they would come to life when necessary.

Annabelle thought one or two of the faces were interested in them. She took a step closer to Sara.

The arms of the chair were broad and glowing. The seat was worn, almost white, from centuries of being sat upon. The curved legs were short, the chair almost sat on the ground.

“What a great chair,” said Molly, smiling, “but why are the legs so short?”

“Shush, Molly...” began Annabelle

“The legs are short, because I am built close to the ground.”

A disembodied voice came from the back of the chair. All three jumped, taking an involuntary step backward. Annabelle saw first a hand then an arm and then a small wizened man appear at the side of the chair. Shuffling to the front, he lifted up a hip, and swivelled to a satisfactory position on the seat. A sigh emerged from his full lips. His eyes half-closed for a second.

He looked like the Dalai Lama without the robes, and was covered with grey-streaked, curly hair.

“What can I do for you three?”

Opening his ancient watery eyes, he scanned their faces.

Fear stuck in Annabelle’s throat and forced her to swallow repeatedly. She was dizzy and worried she would actually de-materialize on the spot.

Sara was just as discombobulated. She stood stock-still, her gaze locked on the man before them.

“Well!” Molly stood legs apart, hands on hips. She was staring at him and demanded, “Who are you?”

“It would appear I am the one you have come to see, as you did the traveling not me.”

“Are you a Wise Man? Because Annabelle said we were going to see a Wise Man. Is that like the ones that showed up when Jesus was born?”

A slow rumble started in the belly of the tiny figure on the throne. It grew louder and became a choking, sputtering cough. He was shaking and they glimpsed white teeth in his bushy grey beard. Could he be laughing?

Humiliation over-riding fear, Annabelle, her voice trembling, said, “Please, sir, she doesn’t mean to be rude.” She stepped forward and pulled Molly back behind her. “I think it is just her way. Molly’s human and should not really be here at all.”

“Ah well, should any of us be here?” He sighed and shook himself. “There seems to be a muddle here.

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