The magic forest was so magical that the leaves fell upwards instead of down. There was a magic path in the magic forest that lead the trees in the magic forest. If you tip - toed down the path, you could see magical fairies dancing around the wild magical mushrooms which grew on the forest floor. Above in the trees, magical squirrels bounced through the branches and woodpeckers rang out a magical tune. The magical forest did not have rain ... it didn't need it to grow since the magical trees provided a magical umbrella and only sunrays shone through the branches, splattering a pretty pattern on the forest floor. The magic forest path lead to a secret house in a glen where there was peace and harmony. If you knocked on the door with a secret magical code, the secret door opened and inside you could see a secret feast laid out on the table ... with the most tasty fairy cakes. One by one, the elves came back from their daily work in the forest, digging ditches, building bird boxes and fixing fences. Exhausted from their day's labour, they collapsed in a heap in front of the magical fire (that never went out and never needed any more wood) before sitting down for dinner together. They chatted about their antics in the magic forest and all the other gnomes they had met on the magical path through the woods. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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