Lallys Lost Wand

 LALLYS LOST WAND

  By Nancy C. Wilson

   

   

  Lally was gazing down at her reflection in old Mr. Feather’s pond.

   

  "Oh how lovely, how adorable, how sweet!" She said in her tiny little voice.

   

  "Admiring yourself again I see." Lallys friend Miggie giggled flitting above.

   

  “Certainly not, I was just telling little guppy there how pretty she looked today.” Lally snipped, peering down at a bright orange guppy new to the pond.

   

  “Oh Lally, where is your wand? You haven’t lost it again have you?” Miggie cried.

   

  “No, I haven’t lost it again! It’s right where I left it. Now, let me see, which buttercup was I sprinkling?”

   

  The two fairies fluttered down to the flowers encircling the pond and searched for Lallys wand.

   

  “Oh dear, you have lost it again.” Miggie squeaked with her tiny arms folded across her chest.

   

  “Give me a second, maybe it was the blue bells, yes, I’m sure that’s where I left it.” Lally assured her friend.

   

  “It better be there or you are going to be in big trouble.” Miggie said.

   

  Lally gave her friend a frantic look then flew off to the other side of the pond with Miggie flying close behind.

   

  “Queen Serika will be furious at you if you don’t find it.” Miggie hovered.

   

  “Stop it; just stop making me so nervous. I’ll find it, I promise.” Lally sniffed.

   

  “Uh Oh.” Miggie whispered.

   

  The fairies quickly dashed into branches of a lilac bush just as two giggling human girls ran by the pond.

   

  They continued to chase each other round and round the pond with one of the girls finally collapsing in laughter in the tall grass.

   

  “Oh, look at the daisies!” My mom always says a bouquet of daisies is good luck, especially if a bride is carrying them. Simple, but elegant she always says.”

   

  “They are pretty.” The other girl said.

   

  “Yeah, they look kind of sparkly, don’t they?”

   

  “Fiona, why don’t we pick some for your mom?” Her friend suggested.

   

  “Oh, that would be a nice surprise Elizabeth, come on, let’s pick some.”

   

  Lally and Miggie watched the two girls gathering daisies, Lally yawned and decided to curl up and take a nap on the branch while Miggie watched.

   

  “Elizabeth, look what I found!” Fiona cried out triumphantly holding a tiny pink stick with a tiny yellow tip on the end of it.

   

  “What on earth?” Fiona turned the wand over and over examining it.

   

  "It looks like a match stick doesn't it?"

   

  “That’s strange!” Elizabeth said watching it. “Look, it’s starting to blink.”

   

  "No, it can't be a match stick, but it's the same size?"

   

  Miggie’s eyes grew twice as big as she watched the girls examine Lallys wand.

   

  “Lally! You’re in big trouble now; what are you going to do?” Miggie whispered.

   

  Lally was sound asleep.

   

  Finally Miggie shoved Lally off the branch and she fell to the ground right in front of a squirrel.

   

  She woke up, shook her head and looked up at Miggie with an angry glare.

   

  “What is your problem Miggie?” Lally asked brushing off her new spider web slip.

   

  “They are your problem Lally!” Miggie said pointing to the two human girls examining Lallys wand.

   

  “Oh No!” Lally said flying toward the two girls.

   

  “Lally, stop! What on earth are you thinking? They can see you, that’s another rule you’re breaking.

   

  Queen Serika will send you to the barren trees!”

   

  “We must show this to mother at once.” Fiona’s eyes were bright with wonder.

   

  “Yes, let’s go, this is a wonderful find whatever it is.” Elizabeth agreed.

   

  Off the two little girls ran while Lally and Miggie followed staying out of sight.

   

  Down below, Quiver the rabbit was munching on some newly planted red salvia when Lally spotted him.

   

  “Quiver, Quiver you’ve got to help me, please.” Lally cried as she swooped down towards the rabbit.

   

  “Who’s there? What’s’ wrong?” Quiver’s ears stood straight up.

   

  “It’s me Lally and I need you to do something to stop those two little human girls. They’ve got my wand Quiver!”

   

  “Oh no, you’ve lost it again? Well, I’m not helping this time. And besides, I don’t like humans, they scare me.” Quiver started to scurry away.

   

  “Please.” Lally begged.

   

  “Okay, but all I’m going to do is race in front of them to make them fall. That’s it.” Quiver said.

   

  Off he went faster than any rabbit on the farm. He caught up with the little girls then made a sudden turn in front of Elizabeth who tripped and fell.

   

  Into the bushes Quiver ran giggling as he went.

   

  “Oh Elizabeth, are you all right?” Fiona helped her friend up.

   

  “Wrong girl!” Lally called out to Quiver.

   

  Even Miggie had to stifle a giggle over Quiver’s little race.

   

  “It did work.” Miggie laughed.

   

  “No, it didn’t.” Lally said as they followed the two girls on to the farmhouse.

   

  “I know what I have to do now.” Lally said determined.

   

  “What?” Miggie asked.

   

  “I’m going to see Mr. Feathers.”

   

  Lally changed directions and headed off to the barn.

   

  When the two fairies reached the barn they both flitted around looking for their friend.

   

  There was a small room inside the barn past the cow stalls. They turned left after the last stall and came to an old wooden door. Old milk cans, some straw dust and a useless broom stood outside the door.

   

  Mr. Feathers could almost always be found there.

   

  There was a light on under the door.

   

  The barn was very old and no longer in use. To tell the truth the old barn that use to be home to cows and horses was just falling apart. There were gaps in the wood planks and no one seemed interested in fixing them.

   

  Lally and Miggie flew through one of the gaps.

   

  There sat Mr. Feathers in a worn out old rocking chair with a worn shawl across his lap.

   

  Lally quickly flew to his ear and whispered in it.

   

  “Mr. Feathers, please wake up, I need your help.”

   

  “Who’s that? Who’s there?” Mr. Feathers sat u
p right.

   

  “It’s me, Lally.” The fairy said.

   

  “Oh, Lally; that Gully isn’t with you is he?” Mr. Feathers looked up warily.

   

  “No, Mr. Feathers this is very important, I’ve lost my wand.”

   

  “What again?” Mr. Feathers laughed.

   

  “Yes, again.” Miggie flew to his other ear.

   

  “Miggie, is that you?” Mr. Feathers asked.

   

  Miggie flew around his head and whispered in his other ear.

   

  “Yes, it’s me.” She said shyly.

   

  Fairies didn’t have much to do with humans, but Mr. Feathers was a human of most unusual insight and acceptance. He never got excited or overwhelmed by the mere presence of fairies or angels or even a few animals that could talk. He just accepted all.

   

  “Well, Lally, as I always say, I don’t know how I can help. I can barely see anymore. I wish I could someday see you two. I don’t care if I ever see that Gully friend of yours. He’s just plain mischievous.

   

  “Gully’s not really our friend Mr. Feathers; he’s just a nerdy little fairy, that’s all he is. He followed us here the last time. We didn’t even know he was following us.”

   

  “Mr. Feathers, you don’t need to see me, I’ll describe myself again to you. I am very beautiful with long blue hair and bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks, oh, and I have a bow shaped mouth with little heart shaped lips.” Lally blushed.

   

  Miggie laughed at this description.

   

  “Lally, that’s not fair! Mr. Feathers will think you’re telling the truth.”

   

  To be quite honest Lally and her fairy friend had hair that stood straight up and looked like cotton candy. Lally’s hair was blue, Miggie’s hair was green, and they both looked kind of silly in a sweet way. It almost looked like someone lit a match on each of his or her heads. One flame was blue, the other green.

   

  “My hair is long and blue.” Lally said indignantly.

   

  “Yes, but it stands straight up, like mine. Oh to have long shining hair like those two little girls that took your wand.” Miggie sighed.

   

  “What two little girls?” Mr. Feather said anxiously.

   

  “The two human girls that were playing around your pond; they found Lallys wand and took it to their mother.” Miggie explained.

   

  “Oh dear.” Mr. Feathers said. “I’m afraid you’ll have to get a new wand Lally. I can’t see you ever getting that one back.”

   

  “No, fairies never get new wands. It’s the law. You get one when the four-O’clocks open, you know; when a new fairy is born, and you never get