Saturday, 21 April 2012

The competition

Good afternoon bloggers,

Well website is nowhere in sight so I thought I would just post yet another excerpt of the book for you. I would appreciate a little feedback by way of a couple of comments.

Chapter 7


Chapter Seven
The Competition
The day of the competition had finally arrived. The chickens were overcome with excitement. Mariah was busy preening her feathers.
“It’s not a fashion show” said Whitney, “Practice your vocals!”
The lady came from the house and let the chickens out. She brought them their food and collected the eggs. When she had disappeared from sight, the fairies appeared at the coop.
Blossom, Petunia, Petal and Jack were hovering above them.
“Are you ready girls?” asked Blossom, she continued, “Petal is going to go ahead to the weeping willow tree. I will wish you three girls over to the tree and Jack is on standby to look after me after I have made the spell. Petunia will wish you back here after the competition.”
“Who will look after Petunia?” said Nigella.
“I will.” said an invisible voice.
“Who’s there?” demanded Petunia
“It’s me, Elgar.” He said as he appeared.
Petunia was astonished, “How did you do that?” she asked.
“I can disappear and appear whenever I want to do.” he said.
“That is great! It’s a deal.” she said.
She was very flattered at the thought of being looked after by such a handsome elf.
Petal flew off to the weeping willow tree and awaited the arrival of the three chickens. A few minutes later Blossom made this wish;
Fairy dust,                                                                                                                                                             fairy dust,                                                                                                                                                      Make like a bee,                                                                                                                            Transport these 3 chickens,                                                                                                            To the Old Willow tree.
The chickens disappeared and Blossom collapsed to the ground exhausted. Jack sat with her as she started to fade.
“Blossom you can’t go my darling!”

Maybe more tomorrow
Enjoy x

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