The Fairy Godmother Part 117

“So you are a Fairy Godmother?” asked the Doctor.

“Yes,” said Myrtle.

“We don’t usually have your sort in here,” he said.

“My sort?” asked Myrtle. “New mothers?” she added looking at the twins yawning in their sleep. They had a look that said they would be waking up soon and would want to be fed.

“I meant Fairy Godmothers,” he said.

“Well, I’m here now,” said Myrtle. “Why are you here?”

“I’ve come to check up on you,” he said.

“I thought that was the mid wives job,” said Myrtle. “Come to that, I haven’t seen you checking any of the other Mothers,” she looked up and saw him dashing out of the ward.

“Best ring security,” thought Myrtle.

“There was a strange man on the maternity ward,” she explained to the security man on the door.

“There are a lot of people on the wards before visiting hours,” said the man. “Just because you don’t recognise him doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be there.”

“So why did he run away when I asked him why he was there?” she asked.

“We’ll keep a look out for him,” said the man. “But I don’t see anyone running.”

“Considering the distance,” said Myrtle. “He’d have to be very fit to still be running by the time he gets to you.”

“Tell me your name and I’ll let you know if we see anything,” said the security man.

“My name is Myrtle,” she replied. “And don’t worry about it, I’ll get my Mum to sort him out.”

“And who’s your Mother,” he laughed.

“Enid,” Myrtle replied. “She used to be the head of the Fairy Godmothers.”

“God help him,” exclaimed the man. “I think I can see someone running,” he added hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” Enid asked.

“There was a man here, a couple of minutes ago, when I asked who he was, he ran off,” said Myrtle. “I was just on the phone to security.”

“But?” asked Enid.

“He didn’t take me seriously, not till I said I’d ask you to look for him,” Myrtle smiled. “Then he said God help him and suddenly he said he saw someone running.”

“Have you seen that husband of yours yet?” asked Enid.

“He’s been working all night,” said Myrtle.

“So his shift should be finishing soon,” said Enid.

“Finished five minutes ago,” said James. “And how is my beautiful wife and children this fine morning?”

“She’d be feeling a lot better if some strange man hadn’t been here,” said Enid.

“What happened?” asked James.

“He asked me about being a Fairy Godmother and said he was here to check up on me,” said Myrtle. “When I said that the Mid wives did that, he ran out of the ward.”

“I’ll tell security,” said James, fishing his phone out.

“I did that, but I don’t think they took me seriously,” sighed Myrtle.

“I think they should go home. I can look after them there,” said Enid.

“Do you think they are in any danger?” asked James.

“Well you do,” said Enid. “Or you wouldn’t be ringing security.”

“I haven’t left the room or gone invisible have I?” asked Myrtle.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” said Enid.

“Really,” said Myrtle. “I think it is or I wouldn’t have rung security, what I didn’t like was their attitude, but if you think they will take you more seriously, please ring them,” she added as his phone rang.

“I’ll just take this,” James said, waving his phone and walking away from them.

“Does he often do that with phone calls?” asked Enid, watching him walking off.

“Some of the calls he takes are from his patients,” said Myrtle. “They are confidential.”

“If you say so,” said Enid.

“I say so because it happens to be so,” said Myrtle. “Perhaps I should call security again. They may have some answers. It would be nice to at least know that creep was out of the building.”

“He’d still be somewhere,” said Enid ominously.

“That was security,” James smiled. “They have caught the person pretending to be a doctor.”

“And what are they going to do with him?” asked Enid.

“They are talking to him now,” James replied. “It would seem it’s not the first time he’s been in here trying to examine the patients.”

“So what are they doing to stop him coming back?” asked Enid.

“They’ll talk to him again and explain that he shouldn’t do this sort of thing,” said James.

“Is that all?” asked Myrtle. “Because, by my guess, they did that last time.”

“He’s harmless,” said James. “He just talks to people.”

“He isn’t harmless,” shouted Myrtle. “He just didn’t do anything this time. We don’t even know why he was here.”

“I think you are over reacting,” said James.

“I’ve had at least two people try to poison my in the last year or so and when a strange man turns up on the ward wanting to examine me, you think I am over reacting because I don’t think he’s harmless,” said Myrtle. “I think you two are under-reacting and I find that highly surprising of you.”

“I thought she’d twig,” said the person pretending to be Enid as she changed back into Ivy.

“Why are you doing this?” asked Myrtle as the man pretending to be her husband turned back into the man who had run out of the ward less than an hour before.

“You spoiled our plans,” said Ivy. “And I don’t like having my plans spoilt.”

“You are supposed to be my Aunt,” said Myrtle.

“All the more reason for you not to spoil my plans,” snapped Ivy.

“Hard to do that if you don’t tell us what your plans are,” said Myrtle.

“And would you have reacted any differently?” asked Ivy.

“I would advised you against this course of action,” said Myrtle. “Especially the bits where you tried to kill me. I find it very hard trying to eat mushrooms and they were my favourite.”

“You don’t understand,” said Ivy.

“Probably because no one has bothered to try and explain anything to me,” said Myrtle. “If I was asked to draw a family tree, I’d have problems.”

“Look just because you don’t know half of your family,” said Ivy.

“Are you saying that there are even more family members than I thought,” asked Myrtle.

“Well, Enid and I have five full siblings and I think seven half siblings,” said Ivy.

“We could still talk it through,” said Myrtle. “I think there are ways of getting this resolved other than escalating things.”

“And how do you propose that we do that?” asked Ivy.

“We could get some of the family together,” said Myrtle.

“Some?” asked Ivy.

“I’ve been at a do with all the women,” said Myrtle. “They were set to tell me how my wedding was going to be.”

“And did it all go as they planned?” asked Ivy.

“We eloped and did our own thing,” said Myrtle.

“Enid did that,” said Ivy. “Quite surprised me.”

“We married at the same place, Enid suggested it,” said Myrtle. “They remembered her.”

“Hard to forget is our Enid,” said Ivy.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” asked Myrtle.

“I’ll think about it,” said Ivy, fading away as the light came into the ward window.

“I was getting worried there,” said James, shaking her shoulder.

“What!” muttered Myrtle.

“You were having a bad dream,” said Enid.

“You were talking to Ivy,” said James.

“Why on earth would you talk to her?” asked Enid. “She’s tried to kill you twice.”

“I was trying to talk her into sorting everything out by talking to you,” said Myrtle.

“I have nothing to say to her,” said Enid.

“And whilst that state continues she will always be a threat,” said Myrtle. “And I don’t want her trying to use my two little ones in this.”

“What do you mean by that?” asked Enid.

“You need to sort this,” said Myrtle.

“I’ll think about it,” said Enid.

By Janice Nye © 2021

The Fairy Godmother Part 116

“Are you sure you’re in labour?” James asked Myrtle as she was being helped onto a wheel chair.

“The midwife at Rufus and August’s wedding was pretty adamant about it,” said Myrtle, gasping as another contraction took hold.

“She’s in labour,” the nurse insisted.

“James, we need you now!” a voice shouted from the other end of the corridor.

“It’s all right,” said Myrtle. “You’d better go.”

“I’ll be with you as soon as I can,” said James, dashing off.

“Do you want to call anyone else?” asked the nurse. “I wouldn’t want to think of you going into labour without someone to support you.”

“I’m just trying of think of who to ring,” sighed Myrtle.

“Your Mother,” suggested the nurse, pressing the lift button. Myrtle nearly fell out of the chair laughing.

“Sorry,” said Myrtle trying to get herself together. “I think my Mother would be the last person I’d want just now. She never has been much use with mess and she has zero tolerance on pain.”

“Do you mean she’s very sensitive?” asked the nurse.

“No, pretty much the opposite, if she doesn’t feel the pain, then it doesn’t exist,” said Myrtle.

“Do you have any siblings?” asked the nurse, pushing her into the lift.

“Not as far as I know,” said Myrtle. “But I do have some half siblings. I’ll ring their Mother, she might help.”

“Velvet,” said Myrtle gasping as another contraction came.

“Are you OK Myrtle?” Velvet asked. “You sound a bit out of breath.”

“I was wondering if you could help,” Myrtle gasped. “James has a bit on an emergency going on and I don’t think Mum would be any use, well, none at all. The nurse suggested I should have someone here to support me.”

“Have you gone into labour?” asked Velvet.

“Yes,” said Myrtle.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, unless you can wand me over,” said Velvet.

“I can do that,” said Myrtle, giving her wand a quick flick.

“Shame you can’t do that with the baby,” said the nurse as she pushed the wheel chair out of the lift.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said Myrtle.

“Of course I don’t mind, it was nice of you to ask,” said Velvet, sending a quick text out to tell everyone where she was and not to disturb her unless the laundry burnt down.

“I couldn’t think of anyone better to be with me, well apart from James,” said Myrtle.

“Doctors aren’t that good at being the support person at times like this,” said the nurse. “Not in my experience anyway,” she added, pushing the wheel chair into the delivery ward.

“Room 7 is free,” said the nurse on reception.

“Could you get a midwife in,” said the nurse. “I should get back to my duties.”

“Of course,” said the nurse on reception.

“If you two wait there,” said the nurse whilst she rang for the midwife.

“Hello,” she said. “Myrtle has come in.”

“Is she in labour?” asked the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Looks like she is to me,” said the nurse. “I don’t think she’d be here if she wasn’t.”

“I’’ll be there in two ticks,” said the mid wife. “I really didn’t think she’d go through with this.”

“I don’t think any one else did,” said the nurse smiling.

Two minutes later Myrtle was being wheeled into the delivery room followed by a rather nervous Velvet and a couple of mid wives.

“Hello Enid,” her ex-husband said when she answered her phone. “How are things going.”

“Pretty boring really, I thought there might be a punch up between King Rufus and King Augustus, but they are both being very polite, even with the speeches,” said Enid. “Why have you rung?”

“Our daughter, Myrtle?” he asked.

“She left after the wedding,” said Enid. “No staying power.”

“Did you know that she was in labour?” he asked.

“There was a mid wife here saying something about it,” said Enid. “But the baby isn’t due for a month, so I don’t think she knew what she was talking about. Myrtle decided to go and see James just to be on the safe side. Personally I think she was making a mountain out of a mole hill, but then no one listens to me.”

“I think it’s more you don’t listen to anyone,” he shouted.

“Why have you rung me?” asked Enid.

“Our daughter is in labour, her husband is busy with an emergency and she rang Velvet as someone to support her whilst she gives birth to our grandchild,” he shouted.

“Couldn’t think of a better person to have at a time like that,” said Enid. “Our daughter is very intelligent,” she added. “Give me a ring when the baby is born,” she said and hung up.

“Was that your daughter?” asked the mid wife.

“No, it was her Father,” said Enid. “Sounds like you were right about her being in labour.”

“Don’t you want to be with her?” asked the mid wife, looking rather puzzled.

“She has her Father’s second wife with her,” said Enid. “She’s much better at this sort of thing.”

“And you’re happy with that?” asked the mid wife.

“It’s what my daughter wanted,” said Enid, picking up another glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter and turned to find that the mid wife had walked off.

“Well, that’s got rid of her,” she thought, mingling with the other guests. “Myrtle’ll want to know all the details,” she told herself.

The birth was relatively quick and easy, so Myrtle had been cleaned up ready to go onto the ward with all the other Mums and their babies when James finally got to the delivery room.

“I was wondering when you’d turn up,” said the mid wife rather sharply.

“There was an emergency,” said James to the mid wife. “But I’m here now,” he added to Myrtle.

“There is always an emergency,” hissed the mid wife. “Someone else could have seen to that.”

“Would you like to meet your beautiful twins,” said Velvet.

“Twins! You didn’t predict that,” James said to the mid wife.

“As you know, it is easy to miss a multiple birth,” said the mid wife. “As you are here, you can push your wife to the ward.”

“That would be nice,” said Myrtle smiling.

“Shall I push the babies?” asked Velvet.

“I’ll get a nurse to give you a hand,” said the mid wife waving to one of her colleagues and watching as another woman, obviously in labour came into the ward.

“I’ll see you later,” the mid wife said to Myrtle. “I’ll come round to make sure you are settled.”

“Thank-you,” smiled Myrtle.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you,” said James. “I meant to be, honestly.”

“It’s OK, I had Velvet,” said Myrtle.

“How come Enid didn’t come back with you?” James asked.

“She thought it was just wind,” sighed Myrtle.

“You could have rung her when you knew it wasn’t,” James persisted.

“Why? She’s the last person in the world I’d want in the delivery room with me,” said Myrtle.

“But, she’s your Mother!” said James.

“I know and I love her for what she is,” said Myrtle. “But I know what she’s like when it comes to pain, she thinks other people shouldn’t make such a fuss about it.”

“I should have been there,” said James.

“I had Velvet,” said Myrtle. “Now she is the person to have in a delivery room.”

“I was glad to help,” said Velvet. “It feels like I’m a Granny now.”

“You are,” said Myrtle. “You are Granny V,” she smiled.

“Thank-you,” sighed Velvet. “I’d better leave you alone to introduce your twins and I’ll ring your Dad with the good news.”

“I suppose I’d better ring Mum,” said Myrtle looking for her phone.

“Mum,” Myrtle said as soon as Enid answered.

“Hello,” said Enid. “Can’t say you’ve missed much, it’s all been very civilised.”

“You were right when you said it was twins,” said Myrtle.

“What do you mean?” asked Enid.

“You have two beautiful grandchildren, one girl and one boy,” said Myrtle looking proudly at the two babies.

“I had meant to ask,” said James looking from one to the other. “Which is which?”

“The baby girl is wrapped in a pink blanket and the boy in the blue one,” said Myrtle.

“You’ve given birth?” asked Enid.

“Yes, we’ve just got to the ward,” said Myrtle.

“I’ll let you get settled in and come round tomorrow,” said Enid hanging up.

“Is she coming?” asked James.

“Tomorrow, sometime,” sighed Myrtle.

“Sorry,” said James.

“It’s OK, I’m used to it,” said Myrtle looking at the babies.

“I’d better let you get some rest,” said James.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Myrtle yawned.

“Just you and me,” she whispered to the two babies.

“Now, be good for Mummy and let her get some sleep,” said the mid wife.

By Janice Nye © 2021

The Fairy Godmother Part 115

“Wake up,” said James, shaking her shoulder.

“What?” muttered Myrtle trying to open her eyes.

“You were having a bad dream,” said James.

“I went to the wedding and things were going wrong,” said Myrtle sitting up slowly. “What day is it?” she asked.

“Today is the day of the wedding,” smiled James. “You set the alarm for half an hours time.”

“I may as well get up now,” said Myrtle, sitting up slowly.

“What was happening in your dream?” asked James.

“I can’t remember,” said Myrtle. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just in case there’s something to look our for,” said James.

“Such as?” asked Myrtle.

“If the big green giant turns up, stay out doors because he hates it when he can’t join in,” said James. “Any useful tips like that.”

“There weren’t any green giants in my dream,” said Myrtle. “Least I don’t think there were. It was one of those annoying dreams which fades out of your memory as soon as you wake up,” she added standing up and heading for the bathroom.

“You could have another half an hour in bed,” James called after her.

“Then the alarm will wake me up and I’ll be more tired than I am now, if that’s possible,” sighed Myrtle.

“Good morning Myrtle,” Enid called from the living room.

“Could you talk to her?” asked James.

“I’ll try,” said Myrtle. “But you know what she’s like for listening.”

“She thinks that is what other people do when she starts talking,” sighed James.

“Exactly,” said Myrtle. “I’ll go and talk to her now,” she added.

“Couldn’t you make her wait a bit?” asked James.

“Only if you want her to walk in here,” said Myrtle, putting on her dressing gown and walking into the living room.

“Aren’t you ready yet!” snapped Enid.

“I don’t want to spill my breakfast over the dress I intend to wear,” said Myrtle.

“Is that likely to happen?” asked Enid.

“I have spilt quite a bit over the last few days,” said Myrtle. “I think it’s due to me not being able to see my feet and tripping up over things that I hadn’t realised were on the floor.”

“I see,” said Enid. “I don’t remember having that problem when I was expecting you.”

“It was a few years ago,” said Myrtle. Finding a mug that had been left on the carpet before all the contents had been emptied. “I don’t remember leaving that there,” she said looking at the mess the mug was making of the carpet.

“Sorry, I meant to put that in the kitchen,” said James, joining them in the living room. Myrtle marvelled at how quickly he’d managed to pull on his clothes.

“Who was that on the phone?” Myrtle asked.

“Work, sorry, but I’m going to have to go in. There’s an emergency on going,” he sighed.

“This is the only time Myrtle has asked you to do something,” snapped Enid.

“It’s alright,” said Myrtle, I understand.”

“But,” shouted Enid.

“It’s James’s work,” Myrtle explained to her Mother. “Just as he can’t expect me to drop everything for him, I can’t expect him to drop everything for me.”

“If I could, I’d be there by your side,” said James. “But I can’t get out of this.”

“I understand,” said Myrtle. “I’ll let you know how things are going and bring you back a piece of wedding cake.”

“Thanks,” said James, pulling on his coat. “I have to go now.”

“Don’t say anything, Mother,” said Myrtle as the door closed after Enid. “I shall get my breakfast, get changed and then we can go.”

Megan was busy helping Princess August with her dress when they arrived.

“We’ll see you in the church,” Myrtle smiled and they both headed of to the chapel.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t have stopped in there,” said Enid. “I like being at the heart of things.”

“There were enough people there helping her get everything ready,” sighed Myrtle. “I got the impression we would just be in the way.”

“We could drop in on the groom,” Enid suggested.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” replied Myrtle, sitting down in a seat reserved for them. “The guests are starting to arrive, I don’t want someone to pinch our seats.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” said Enid. “They should know that it isn’t a good idea to upset a fairy godmother.”

“Of course mother,” said Myrtle, looking around.

“Would you like a glass of water?” one of the ushers asked Myrtle, looking slightly anxious.”

“Thank-you, that is very kind of you,” said Myrtle taking the glass that was being proffered and taking a long sip of water.

“He’s been hovering near us since we got to this chapel,” said Enid.

“He’s probably been asked to keep an eye on us and make sure we are OK,” said Myrtle, the water picking her up a little.

“I don’t know why,” snapped Enid.

“They probably want to make sure everything goes smoothly and make sure no one upsets the Fairy Godmothers,” sighed Myrtle wishing her Mother would just shut up for a minute or two. She smiled in the direction of the groom and his best man, someone Myrtle hadn’t seen before, with Liam gone it was hard for her to think of who it was who had taken his role as best man.

Then the organist started to play, the guests stood up and all eyes turned to the door which was opening wide, Princess August looked radiant as she walked down the aisle on the arm of King Augustus.

“He should count himself lucky that he’s even allowed to be here,” muttered Enid.

“This is Rufus and Augusts wedding day,” said Myrtle. “I don’t want you doing or saying anything that is going to disrupt that.”

“What do you think I am?” asked Enid. “I didn’t get where I am today by being insensitive to people’s feelings.”

“Of course not,” sighed Myrtle, wondering how much longer the service was going to take because the chapel was getting overly hot and she had a stitch in her stomach that was getting difficult to ignore.

The vows were exchanged, the register signed and the happy couple had left the chapel for the obligatory photos.

“Are you going to sit here all day?” asked Enid. “They’ll be wanting us for the photos.”

“Of course,” said Myrtle slowly standing up and walking out of the chapel into the bright sunshine.

“Myrtle, please, stand next to me,” said August waving her over towards a small group standing in front of the photographer.

“Coming,” smiled Enid. “Can’t you walk any faster than that?” she asked Myrtle.

“Are you alright?” August asked Myrtle as the photographer got ready for the photo.

“Just a bit of a stitch,” sighed Myrtle, smiling for the camera.

The flash went off, the photo was taken and Myrtle sank to the floor.

“I am a midwife,” said one of the people from the group. “If you don’t mind me saying, I think you are about to give birth.”

“But it isn’t due for another month,” said Myrtle.

“Babies come when they come,” smiled the midwife. “They don’t follow our timetables.”

“James, I must tell him,” said Myrtle.

“Is that your husband?” asked the midwife.

“Of course it’s her husband,” snapped Enid. “Though why she should want him now, I don’t know.”

“He’s my husband and I want him at the birth,” said Myrtle, ringing him.

“Is this important?” James asked.

“I’ve gone into labour,” said Myrtle.

“Can you get here?” James asked.

“Does that answer your question?” Myrtle asked looking up at him.

“Nurse, we need to get this patient to maternity,” he said looking round him.

“If you can help her into this wheel chair,” said the nurse pushing it over. “I’ll get her to the delivery ward.”

“Does this James know anything about births?” asked the midwife.

“He’s a Doctor and he’s at the hospital,” said Enid. “If he doesn’t know, I’m sure he can find someone there who will know.”

“That’s OK then,” smiled the midwife and headed back to join the other guests.

“Will she be OK?” August asked.

“She’ll be fine, the baby isn’t due for another month, she’s probably just got trapped wind or something, nothing to make a fuss about,” said Enid.

“If you want to go and check up on her,” said August.

“No, she’ll be fine and she’ll want to know about the wedding breakfast, the speeches and everything she’s missing,” said Enid. “She’ll probably want a piece of wedding cake for her and James.”

By Janice Nye © 2021

The Fairy Godmother Part 114

The sound of her phone ringing dragged Myrtle out of a dream in which she had explained for the millionth time that she was there for a wedding, not a Christening and that it was not necessary to hide all the spinning wheels in the country.

“Hello,” said Myrtle answering her phone.

“I’m sorry to ring, but I didn’t know who else to turn to,” said the voice.

“No problem,” said Myrtle. “Sorry for asking, I am half asleep. Who are you?”

“I’m Princess August,” came the reply.

“You are marrying King Rufus tomorrow,” said Myrtle. “At least I hope it’s tomorrow.”

“Yes, it’s tomorrow,” Princess August replied.

“Thank God for that,” sighed Myrtle. “I wouldn’t want to be late.”

“There’s no danger of that, not yet anyway,” Princess August replied.

“So what is the problem?” asked Myrtle. “I’m sure we can think of a solution, whatever it is.”

“The wedding dress, my wedding dress, I can’t get into it,” replied Princess August. “I didn’t think it would show this soon! I don’t know what to do! I know that when it’s born there will be some people questioning the date, but I sort of thought we could fudge it at the time, say the baby was early or something. I don’t want anyone saying that I had to get married. I know you are Rufus’s Fairy Godmother, but I don’t have anyone to turn to.”

“Don’t worry,” said Myrtle, getting out of bed slowly. “Next to me anyone would look slim.”

“I,” Princess August stuttered.

“I’ve just had my dress altered to accommodate the fact that my baby is due in about a months time,” said Myrtle. “Am I right in assuming this is a similar problem?”

“Yes,” said Princess August. “I didn’t think it would show yet.”

“The fashions today,” sighed Myrtle. “Eat a bag of chips and you look like you’re about to give birth to a whale.”

“Yes,” sighed Princess August.

“A friend of mine has just worked miracles on my dress,” said Myrtle. “I’ll give her a ring, I’m sure she would be more than happy to give you a hand.”

“Are you sure?” asked Princess August.

“She’s just setting up business by herself, your recommendation would be a great help to her,” said Myrtle. “Don’t worry, we will get this sorted. By the way, have you told Rufus about this.”

“That’s another thing, how do I tell him. The day before his wedding!” sobbed Princess August.

“I’ll make a phone call and be there,” said Myrtle.

“Thank-you,” sobbed Princess August.

“Megan,” Myrtle said when her phone was answered.

“Hello Myrtle. Nothing has happened to the dress, you haven’t put a lot more weight on over night?” asked Megan.

“Not as far as I know,” said Myrtle. “You put plenty of ease into the dress anyway. I’m ringing because someone else wants some ease added to their dress.”

“Is this also for the wedding?” asked Megan.

“Yes,” said Myrtle, trying to work out how to put it. “The bride can’t get into her dress,” she explained, time being of the essence.

“The bride’s dress!” exclaimed Megan.

“Is that OK?” asked Myrtle. “I could come over when I’ve got dressed and take us there if that’s OK.”

“OK! It’s more than OK, it’s wonderful,” said Megan.

“Right,” said Myrtle hanging up the phone and dressing quickly. She sent a quick text to her husband and mother and with a quick flick of her wand appeared next to Megan.

“I just need to get my bag,” said Megan, picking it up. “I’m ready to go,” she smiled as Myrtle waved her wand and they were standing next to Princess August.

“You’re even bigger than you were last time I saw you!” said Princess August before she could stop herself.

“My Mother thinks it might be twins,” Myrtle smiled. “The scan only showed one baby, but I have been told that it is easy to miss one on the scan and it seems twins run in the family.”

“There are a lot of twins in my family,” said Megan.

“It will be easier to fudge the dates if you do have twins,” said Myrtle.

“I hope so,” sighed Princess August.

“This is Megan,” said Myrtle. “She’s here to make adjustments to your dress.”

“The dress,” said Princess August. “It’s through here,” she added taking them through to her dressing room.”

“That is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen,” said Megan. “Could you put it on to see exactly where we need to make the adjustments.”

“Shall I leave you to it,” said Myrtle. “I’m not really needed here, if I am I can be here with a flick of the wand.”

“But what can I do about King Rufus?” asked Princess August.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” asked Myrtle.

“If you would,” said Princess August getting as much into the dress as she could.

“No sooner the word than the wand,” said Myrtle.

“How did you get in here?” asked King Rufus, looking rather startled.

“I’m your Fairy Godmother,” smiled Myrtle. “And you don’t look like someone who is about to marry the love of his life tomorrow, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know, everything was going fine, till about a month ago, then she was sick,” Rufus said. “She said something must have disagreed with her and that she’d be OK the next day. But she wasn’t.”

“She was sick again?” asked Myrtle.

“Not that she’d tell me about,” said Rufus. “But I got the impression that she was hiding something from me. I can’t loose her. She means everything to me. Please tell me she isn’t dying of something,” he sobbed. “I ask her if she’s OK and she keeps changing the subject. I’m going out of my head.”

“I’ve just been talking to her,” said Myrtle. “She has a problem and she doesn’t know how to explain it to you,” Myrtle said, taking a deep breath.

“Tell me please,” begged Rufus. “If she wants the wedding postponed anything.”

“That’s one thing she doesn’t want,” said Myrtle. “My friend is making adjustments to her wedding dress to hide the fact that she is expecting your child. She doesn't know how to explain it to you because she’s afraid that you will run a mile when you find out. She never wants you to think that you married her because of the baby.”

“I want to marry her because I don’t want to think about life without her,” said Rufus.

“Then she needs to know this,” said Myrtle.

“But it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” said Rufus.

“I think that only counts on the day of the wedding,” said Myrtle. “But if we give her a call, you wont be seeing her, but you can talk to her.”

“That’s true,” said Rufus. “But I tried ringing her earlier, but she wouldn’t answer the call.”

“I’ll use my phone,” said Myrtle.

“Hello?” said Princess August.

“I’ve been talking to King Rufus,” said Myrtle.

“He doesn’t want to see me again does he?” asked August.

“I love you,” said Rufus. “I want to grow old with you. I never want to be apart from you, ever.”

“But I’m pregnant!” August stuttered.

“Then it will be the most wonderful baby in the world and I would love to help you look after it,” said Rufus. “I can’t wait to be your husband.”

“There is the possibility that we might have twins,” said August.

“Even better,” said Rufus.

“Everybody happy?” asked Myrtle.

“Ever so,” said Rufus and August.

“Can I leave you to sort out the dress, Megan?” Myrtle asked.

“Fine by me,” said Megan.

“If I can have my phone back,” she asked Rufus. “I’ll be along early tomorrow, but if anyone needs me in the meantime, I’m only a wand away,” she added as King Rufus handed the phone back to her.

By Janice Nye © 2021

The Fairy Godmother Part 113

“So, have you decided what you’re going to wear for this wedding?” Enid asked Myrtle as she appeared in the living room.

“Oh, my God,” muttered James as he walked into the living room. He’d just had a shower and fortunately had wrapped a towel round himself. He dashed back and headed for the bedroom.

“Myrtle,” shouted Enid, heading for the kitchen.

“Could you talk to your mother,” said James. “She just appeared in the living room.”

“I’ve told her and better told her,” sighed Myrtle. “At least she’s stopped appearing in the bedroom.”

“That is an improvement, but it would be nice if she would just give us a warning,” James sighed.

“I’ll try,” said Myrtle, heading off towards the living room.

“Myrtle!” smiled Enid. “I was looking for you. Have you decided what you are going to wear for this wedding?”

“I had,” sighed Myrtle. “I went to try it on just now and it wouldn’t fit.”

“Perhaps if you let the seams out a little,” Enid suggested.

“Let them out, there isn’t enough material in the seams to do that, in fact I don’t think there’s enough material in the whole dress,” said Myrtle.

“Yes, well you have put on a bit of weight,” said Enid. “When is it due?”

“In about a month,” said Myrtle.

“Are you sure it’s just the one baby?” asked Enid. “I don’t think I was that big even when you were due.”

“Only one baby showed up on the scan,” said Myrtle.

“I’d be prepared for twins,” said Enid. “I think there are a few in the family.”

“That’s nice to know,” said James, walking in from the bedroom. “They’ve got an emergency on at work, I’ll have to go back,” he said to Myrtle.

“Take care,” said Myrtle. “And remember you have to sleep sometime.”

“I’m in practice for when this little one makes an appearance,” he said patting the bump before he left.

“So he’s planning on taking care of the baby as well,” said Enid.

“This is a partnership of equals,” said Myrtle. “He will help look after baby when he’s here.”

“Just make sure he is here some of the time,” said Enid.

“Of course,” sighed Myrtle.

“It’s just,” Enid started.

“This doesn’t solve the problem of what I am going to wear to the wedding and it’s only a couple of days away,” sighed Myrtle.

“OK,” said Enid. “Do you have any other dresses that might do?”

“None,” sighed Myrtle. “I had a waist when I got them,” she added, pointing to the dresses on her bed.

“A very slim waist at that,” said Enid holding up one of the dresses. “It will be a long time, if ever, before you fit in those again.”

“That isn’t very helpful,” said Myrtle.

“The only thing you can do is get another dress,” said Enid.

“That’s what James said,” Myrtle sighed.

“Something we agree on,” smiled Enid.

“I’m sure there would be more if you tried,” said Myrtle.

“So, lets go to the shops,” said Enid.

“Have you seen what the latest fashion is?” asked Myrtle. “This stuff is baggy in comparison!”

“We could ring round first and see what they have,” suggested Enid as her daughter flopped down on the sofa.

“It isn’t easy carrying this weight around all the time,” sighed Myrtle. “I feel like a beached whale and people look at me funny when I go into shops. Yesterday I got handed a slimming club leaflet.”

“I would have thought it was obvious that you are pregnant,” said Enid, trying to search for maternity wear on her smart phone.

“So many fairies find it easier to get a human to carry their child,” said Myrtle. “There isn’t much call for maternity wear.”

“Perhaps we could get something made for you,” suggested Enid.

“But the wedding is the day after tomorrow!” sobbed Myrtle. “I said I’d be there, now I have nothing decent to wear.”

“Can’t you wear what you normally wear, I’m sure they wont mind,” smiled Enid.

“It’s a bag, they are both bags, in fact a bag would have more shape,” snapped Myrtle looking down at the dress she was wearing. “And even they are getting tight!”

“So clothes are important and not just for this wedding,” said Enid.

“But I wont be wearing them for long,” said Myrtle. “So it would be a waste.”

“You aren’t going to go back to how you looked before as soon as the baby is born,” Enid reminded her. “Get something that makes you feel good and is nice and floaty and you’ll be able to wear it whilst the little one grows a bit.”

“But,” sighed Myrtle.

“It’s a present from me,” Enid insisted, ringing a number that had come up on her phone.

“Hello and how may I help you?” the voice came over on her phone.

“My daughter is pregnant, she is rapidly growing out of all her clothes and we have a wedding to go to in a couple of days,” Enid explained.

“Would your daughter be Myrtle?” the voice asked.

“Yes, how did you guess?” asked Enid.

“I’ve seen her around. I would be delighted to make some clothes for her,” the voice replied. “Could I tell people that I have made them?”

“Why?” asked Enid.

“There are a lot of the fairy’s seeing her as a role model and they are going to need maternity wear,” said the voice. “It would help me start my career as a fashion designer.”

“Can she come here?” Myrtle asked.

“I can be there in half an hour,” said the voice.

“We’ll see you then,” said Enid.

“Who is she?” asked Myrtle when Enid had hung up.

“She is the daughter of a cousin of Maud’s,” said Enid. “She’s still feeling guilty about the mushrooms and Belladonna.”

“She could do guilt for the whole nation,” said Myrtle. “She’s probably feeling more guilty than that lot ever did in the whole of their lives.”

“Yes, well,” said Enid.

“I just wish she would stop apologising for everything, it wasn’t her fault,” said Myrtle. “It just makes it difficult going there, I feel obliged to eat the mushrooms and I’ve been advised against that till after the baby is born.”

“So you don’t go there, but you can’t eat anywhere else in case she hears about it and thinks you are holding a grudge,” said Enid.

“Exactly,” sighed Myrtle. “And I get hungry when I go out, especially when I walk past the cafe.”

“I’ll talk to Maud for you,” Enid suggested.

“I think I aught to do that,” said Myrtle as the door bell rang.

“I’ll get the door,” said Enid.

“Megan!” said Myrtle as she walked into the room.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me,” said Megan.

“You were the best person with a needle and thread at the nursery,” said Myrtle. “You got me out of a lot of trouble with the people there, mending the clothes I’d damaged.”

“Damaged!” said Megan. “Some of the stuff you damaged had to be almost remade.”

“I think the sewing you did was stronger than the original sewing,” Myrtle replied. “It never needed redoing.”

“We need to sort you a dress for this wedding,” said Enid, trying to bring the conversation back on track.

“King Rufus and Princess August?” asked Megan.

“That’s the one,” said Myrtle.

“Two days isn’t much time, perhaps we should look at the dresses you already have and see if we can alter them,” said Megan.

“There are a few in here,” said Myrtle leading the way. “But they are going to take a lot of altering.”

“You know me,” said Megan lifting up the one Myrtle had wanted to wear. “I could put a lot more material into this and you’d never know it wasn’t made that way.”

“Do you need a sewing machine or anything?” asked Enid.

“It’s OK, I have everything I need here,” said Megan, pointing to her bag.

“It doesn’t look very big,” said Enid.

“It’s magic,” smiled Megan. “It’s bigger on the inside than on the outside.”

“Well, we don’t have any time to loose,” said Myrtle.

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The Fairy Godmother Pat 112

“Sleeping Beauty! What part of that do you plan to emulate?” asked Enid as their wands slipped under the door of the cleaners staff room.

“Not sure,” said Myrtle. “I was thinking of putting them to sleep, probably not for a hundred years, but a week or so, should give us time to move out a lot of their security people.”

“Where to and how did you get our wands here?” asked Enid, giving hers a bit of a shake to make sure it still worked.

“I upgraded the software to include a homing device,” said Myrtle. “You just use your smart phone to tell it where to go to. I can send you the app, or I could if you had a smart phone.”

“I’ll think about it,” said Enid.

“So what’s the plan,” asked the Mirror.

“Well, one thought would be to move the East Wing, as a whole, somewhere else,” said Myrtle.

“But there will be a lot of our people working in there,” said Enid.

“And we don’t want to give them hostages,” said Myrtle. “Which also rules out sealing the wing off.”

“Couldn’t we move them out?” asked Enid.

“As a whole, yes, but you don’t know what they are all doing, some may be having baths, it could be a shock to find themselves, suddenly, in the back of beyond and without their bath,” said Myrtle.

“Could be quite funny,” the Mirror giggled.

“Could be,” smiled Enid.

“They may not think that,” said Myrtle. “And we don’t want to put them in a bad mood.”

“So what do you think we should do?” asked Enid.

“I was thinking of putting them to sleep,” said Myrtle.

“Shame, it would waste the effect of whatever the kitchen staff were going to put in the food,” said the Mirror.

“Well, most of them wont come to the banquet,” said Myrtle. “We could wait till the banquet has started and then put all those still in the wing to sleep.”

“Then they won’t be able to intervene,” said Enid.

“Next we seal the doors to the Hall, so no one can leave till we have some answers,” Myrtle continued.

“That should give them an incentive to think of something quickly,” said the Mirror. “Before things get a bit smelly.”

“Nice plan,” said Enid.

“It has the virtue of being simple,” said Myrtle. “Reduces the chances of things going wrong.”

“Reduces?” asked the Mirror.

“There is always the scope for things to go wrong,” smiled Myrtle.

“There is the question of how we get them to talk about a solution, without actually going in there,” said Enid.

“What have you got against going in there?” asked the Mirror.

“I want to know that I can get out again before I’m gassed,” said Enid.

“There is a large screen monitor in the banqueting hall, it was set it up to do video conferencing,” said Myrtle. “It’s on the Fairy Network, we can use that.”

“That will tell them that the Fairy Network is up and running,” said the Mirror.

“And if they try to stop it, it will tell them that they can’t do that,” added Myrtle. “And if they try to get to their people in the East Wing, they will find them all fast asleep.”

“They may try to take the Fairy Council hostage,” said Enid.

“Is that a problem?” asked the Mirror.

“Not really,” said Myrtle. “Should things turn nasty we can always wand the council out of there and carry on the negations though the conferencing.”

“When do we turn on the monitor?” asked Enid as they watched the delegates and the Council members arrive and sit themselves down at the banqueting table.

“Not yet,” said Myrtle. “We need to give them time to eat at least one course, possibly two.”

“But,” said Enid.

“We have to allow them to eat whatever the kitchen staff added to the meal and give it time to take effect,” said Myrtle.

“OK,” sighed Enid. “I just want to know that it all works.”

“We all want it over with,” said Myrtle. “It’s just a question of patience, some things can’t be rushed.”

“It isn’t easy watching them eating,” Enid muttered as the delegates slurped their way though the soup.

“Their tables manners aren’t the best,” Myrtle muttered.

“I wasn’t thinking of that,” said Enid. “I haven’t had anything to eat all day.”

“I could ask Maud to send us something, only that might give our position away,” said Myrtle.

“So I shall just have to wait,” sighed Enid.

“So will I,” said Myrtle.

“The first course is being cleared away,” said the Mirror.

“Do we act now or wait till they are into the second course?” asked Enid.

“Some of the diners are beginning to look uncomfortable,” said Myrtle. “I think that the time is now.”

“Who is going to do the talking and what do I say?” asked Enid.

“Sounds like you, as the senior Fairy Godmother here, have just volunteered,” Myrtle smiled.

“So what do I say?” Enid asked.

“Introduce yourself, tell them that the Fairy Network is now clear of all outside influences. If they think that they can control the Fairy Council then they are wrong,” said Myrtle.

“So, how do I do this?” Enid asked. “And wont they recognise the cleaning staff restroom?”

“They wont recognise the room because I can’t imagine any of them having ever come in here and because, I’ve picked a background out of library images,” said Myrtle.

“What is it?” asked Enid, looking behind her.

“You know the bandstand in the park,” said Myrtle.

“Yes,” said Enid. “Rather a nice place.”

“They will think you are sitting there,” said Myrtle. “I have video footage of it, if they try to sneak up on you, I’ll know and change the back drop.”

“Good Evening delegates and Councillors, for those who do not know, my name is Enid and I have come to you via a video link through the Fairy Network. For those of you who may be worried about using it, we have cleared it of all outside influence and so it is back to the secure channel that we always trusted,” Enid smiled.

“I am King Augustus,” shouted the man at the head of the table.

“I thought I recognised him,” Myrtle muttered.

“I have an army of a thousand men in the East Wing ready at my command. What do you hope to gain by this stunt?” King Augustus replied, expecting to hear agreement from the delegates only to see a line of worried expressions, with some excusing themselves to go to the toilet. “You will all stay put,” he hissed at them.

“Your army,” smiled Enid whilst Myrtle put up images of sleeping men from the East Wing, some had got to beds or sofas others had fallen on the floor, but none of them looked like they were in any fit state to do anything.

“Go and wake them,” he said turning to the delegate to his right who looked desperate and dashed to the door without any second telling. The door wouldn’t open.

“You are stuck in that room,” said Enid.

“Where are the serving people,” snapped King Augustus.

“They have taken away the first course and are busy getting the second course ready,” said Enid. “Of course they wont be able to get in when they have done so, but I suspect you wont be particularly bothered about that.”

“We have your Fairy Council here,” said King Augustus, standing up and walking over to the Head of the Fairy Council.

“It would be unwise to threaten them,” said Enid.

“You did get them all out?” Enid hissed to Myrtle.

“Every last one, what they see are just projections,” smiled Myrtle.

“I don’t make threats,” said King Augustus, taking his sword and swing it at the Head of the Fairy Council, it went through her without any effect.

“That wasn’t nice to see,” muttered the Head of the Fairy Council from her seat in the cleaning staffs rest room, just out of range of the laptop camera.

“It’s why we got you out of there,” whispered Myrtle.

“As you can see, you and your delegates are the only ones in there,” smiled Enid. “And with what was put in the soup, the atmosphere there is not going to be very pleasant for much longer.”

“Those are underhand tactics,” shouted King Augustus. “And they are going to leave this room very messy.”

“It could do with a thorough clean and redecorating,” said Enid.

“What’s wrong with it?” asked the Head of the Fairy Council.

“All those exposed beams, so hard to dust and the styling, so, not even last century, more the century before that,” said Enid. “My grandmother would be more than happy to do a full redesign.”

“Natasha, her work is all the rage at the moment,” said one of the Councillors. “There’s quite a queue for her.”

“So I’d heard,” said the Head of the Fairy Council. “Do you think you could interest her in the work.”

“We could put in a good word for you,” said Myrtle.

“What do you want?” asked King Augustus, not sounding quite so in command as he had done.

“We want you to leave,” said the Head of the Fairy Council.

“And we want assurances that you will never come back,” said another member of the Council.

“How can we do that,” said King Augustus looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Good question that one,” said Enid.

“King Rufus needs a bride and King Augustus has a very beautiful daughter,” said Myrtle, picking up her phone and walking to the far corner of the room.

“How is that going to help us?” asked Enid.

“My daughter is not part of the negotiations,” snapped King Augustus. “I have plans for her that don’t involve that waster of a King.

“Then you had better change those plans, Daddy,” said Princess August. “Whether you like it or not, I am in love with King Rufus and we plan to get married.”

“I wont let you our of my kingdom,” shouted King Augustus.

“I’m not in it,” his daughter replied. “I am with King Rufus and our wedding is planned for next Friday, whether you come or not.”

“I don’t see how this is going to help us,” said the Head of the Fairy Council.

“If it wasn’t for the Fairy Godmothers, we would never have met, so Daddy dearest, you do anything to upset them and you will have me to answer to,” said Princess August.

“OK, whatever you say, I agree to it,” said King Augustus. “Just tell me how we are going to get our of here?”

Myrtle waved her wand once, the King and his delegates appeared in the courtyard of his castle and made a dash for the toilets. All the things they brought with them appeared in the great hall. Myrtle waved her wand a second time and the sleeping soldiers appeared, with all their belongings, in their barracks.

“Are we invited to the wedding?” Myrtle asked.

“We wouldn’t have it without you,” said Princess August.

By Janice Nye © 2021

The Fairy Godmother Part 111

 

“What are we going to do about Ethel?” asked Enid.

“It isn’t as if she knows what she is doing,” said Myrtle. “So we can’t exactly punish her for it.”

“No, but there is something which triggers her to do this, whatever she’s done,” said Enid. “And if we don’t do something about it, it could happen again.”

“The problem is that we don’t know what the trigger is, nor how to remove it,” said Myrtle. “But we may know someone who does know.”

“And you think he’s going to tell us?” asked Enid.

“That would depend on what we offer for his co-operation and what he will get if he doesn’t co-operate,” said Myrtle.

“We should go back to the Fairy Council Hall,” said the Mirror.

“Why?” asked Enid and Myrtle together.

“Something is happening there,” the Mirror replied. “I think they have decided what to do.”

“The Council, come to a decision, in this short a time,” said Enid. “This is record breaking!”

“We ‘d better get there,” said Myrtle. “You know what they’re like for making their minds up. If it’s a quick decision, then it’s usually the wrong one.”

“Most of their decisions come under that category,” muttered Enid. “Do we need to avoid anyone or should we be OK.”

“Probably an idea not to be too obvious,” said Myrtle. “The message may not have got through to everyone.”

“Have you any suggestions on how we are going to achieve that?” asked Enid.

“Velvet may have a delivery due,” Myrtle replied. “I’ll go and ask her.”

An hour later Myrtle was busy driving a laundry van up to the Fairy Council Hall.

“Is this lot for that big do this evening?” asked the guard, busy looking past Myrtle and into the van.

“You know how it is with guests,” Myrtle smiled. “Got to have fresh linen and plenty of it.”

“Do you know where about’s it’s needed?” asked Enid. “We wouldn’t want to drop it off at the wrong side of the building and give everyone more work having to move it to where it is needed.”

“The guests are being put up in the East wing, the dining hall is at that side of the building as well,” sighed the guard.

“There must be a lot of them,” said Myrtle. “That’s a big wing.”

“There’s a lot of guests, their servants and their security,” said the guard.

“I wouldn’t have thought they’d need security,” said Myrtle smiling. “Not with you and your colleagues around.”

“We aren’t good enough for them,” he muttered turning to the next person.

“That doesn’t sound good,” muttered Myrtle.

“The visiting dignitary wants his own security people around him,” said Enid. “I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“Sounds like there are a lot of strangers in the place,” said Myrtle.

“I don’t see the problem,” said Enid.

“This thing has only sprung up in the last day and suddenly the place is being flooded with visitors. It’s the first I’ve heard of some grand state visit. I feel sure that the Fairy Godmothers would have been told about it,” said Myrtle.

“I haven’t heard anything about it either,” said the Mirror. “You’d be amazed what people talk about when they don’t realise that you can hear them.”

“That’s a thought,” said Myrtle. “You could get onto all those camera’s that you and Lily put in round the Council Hall. Then we don’t have to go in blind.”

“I was hoping to avoid going in,” said Enid. “It feels a bit like we’d be walking into a trap.”

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” asked Myrtle.

“Because I knew you’d want to go in whatever,” said Enid. “However, it would be an idea to have a look in and see what’s going on.”

“Myrtle!” hissed one of the cleaning staff. “What are you doing bring the clean laundry?”

“We are staging something,” Myrtle smiled. “And we thought this would be a simple way of getting into the building unobserved.”

“Now we are here,” sighed Enid. “We aren’t entirely sure what to do.”

“We need somewhere to hide whilst we check up on some camera feeds,” said Myrtle. “Then we can work on a plan of action.”

“I can hide you easy, no one comes near cleaning if they don’t have to,” said the cleaner. “I’m not sure about the action bit, not in your condition.”

“I agree with you, Elsie,” said Enid. “Action sounds like something that James wouldn’t approve of.”

“Action is something we haven’t yet decided upon,” said Myrtle. “So I will bare in mind my current state.”

“Follow me,” said Elsie. “The sooner you get out of sight, the sooner this lot will get the heave ho and we can get back to normal.”

“Lead on,” said Myrtle as Elsie lead them into the cleaning staff’s rest room.

“If there’s anything I can do to help,” said Elsie as she headed back to her work.

“Keep your eyes peeled as to who is in the guest accommodation,” said Myrtle.

“How do you mean?” Enid asked.

“I suspect there are few if any women amongst the guests,” said Myrtle.

“You think this is some sort of invading army?” asked Elsie.

“And how will we stop them?” asked Enid.

“An army marches on it’s stomach,” said Myrtle. “I think I know better than most how well it wont be able to march if they all have duff stomach's.”

“That’s evil,” laughed Elsie. “I’ll talk to the kitchen staff about it.”

“Thanks,” said Myrtle.

“So we keep hidden till after the banquet,” said Enid.

“To give things time to work,” smiled Myrtle.

“And then what?” asked Enid.

“Let’s see these live feeds,” said Myrtle. “I want to know what’s going on up there.”

“I have a prisoner to take before the Fairy Council,” said the man who had arrested Liam addressing a man standing outside the Hall of the Fairy Council.

“Who is he?” Enid asked.

“No one I’ve seen before,” said the Mirror. “In fact I don’t recognise any of the security in there.”

“I shall take him in,” said the man.

“It is my duty to present him to the council,” the security officer insisted.

“I am in charge now,” he was told. “And if you continue to question my authority you will be standing trial alongside him,” he added nodding to Liam.”

“I did everything she told me to,” said Liam looking confused. “I’m on your side, I shouldn’t be facing trial.”

“You got arrested,” the man told him. “She didn’t tell you to do that, she told you to sit in that room over there and keep out of trouble. You couldn’t do that, you had to meddle.”

“I thought it would help her if I found out what Enid and Myrtle were up too and where they were,” said Liam.

“She has plans for them,” the man told him.

“But they saw through them, they knew who Belladonna was,”

“Arrest Belladonna and bring her here,” the man told someone another security person who dashed off to do his bidding.

“She probably wont be there now,” sighed Liam.

“If she has any sense, she wont be,” said the man. “But I thought she was rather arrogant, so she might be as easy to pick up as you were.”

“But,” stuttered Liam.

“You know how much she hates incompetence,” the man sighed. “Take them away,” he said to another security men.

“I am,” started the security man who had arrested Liam.

“We know who and what you are,” the man said. “If you’d had any sense you’d have left by now, as it is, you are under arrest.”

“Now what do we do?” asked Enid. “I thought they were supposed to give up once we kicked them off the Fairy Network.”

“They may be working on the idea that no one knows that because all the fairies have been staying clear of their computers just in case,” said Myrtle.

“So what do we do?” Enid asked again.

“We take a leaf out of the sleeping beauty story,” said Myrtle. “And get our wands into action.”

by Janice Nye © 2021