Wendy took hold of her friends shoulders and shook her. “Suzy stop trying to peek, you aren’t being fair,” Wendy was pouting and frowning. “You promised me and if…  if you want to be my best friend,” Wendy had fat tears hanging from her lashes, threatening to fall. They worked their way deeper into the tree line, Suzy wobbled and tripped her way over the uneven ground.

Wendy pulling her friends hands led her in wide circles over fallen logs and tinkling streams. Suzy constantly moaned and flinched “Are we there yet” she called.” But on they trod, Wendy stopped her and let her smell some bluebells and listen to the woodland creatures rustling and birds in full song. “Listen… can you hear the magic? Do you feel the special? Oh Suzy we are almost there it smells like candy floss doesn’t it? We have to do the thing now… the secret words then it will happen.”

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