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It’s a beautiful day in the magical world of Lorvil. The bluebirds are singing, the bumblebees are bumbling, and I’m just as happy as can be, skipping around my modest cottage, singing a silly song, and enjoying the glorious summer sunshine. Life is good, and I can't complain.

I spent most of the morning applying new thatch to my roof. It was hard work, but I’m awfully proud of it! I pause my skipping to admire it, hands on hips, chest puffed up like a proud pixie parent.

A warm breeze ruffles my long, powder-blue hair and nudges my toadstool hat sideways. I yank it back down with a huff, trying to cover my long, pointy ears. The last thing I want is dust getting in my precious ears!

Just as I’m tugging my hat straight, I hear something. A faint sound—almost like a scream. I freeze, tilting my head. My ears twitch to and fro like antennae, trying to pick it apart. My blue eyes widen in alarm.

I don’t know what it is… but it’s getting closer.

I let out a tiny squeak and scurry back into my cottage, slamming the door shut behind me. Whatever it is, I most certainly do not want to find out if it’s friend or foe.

I duck under my kitchen table, curling myself into the smallest, quietest ball I can muster. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll pass right by.

Then...

CRASH.

A thunderous bang rocks the entire cottage. The floorboards shake, my teacups rattle, and my poor heart jumps into my throat.

“Oh, toadstools!” I gasp, slapping a hand over my mouth.

Peeking out from beneath the table, I squint through the dust. So far… nothing. But then, movement. I glance up and gasp.

There, hanging through the ceiling, are a pair of legs. Kicking. Dangling. Inside my house!

“Oh, my thatch roof!” I screech, leaping to my feet. I grab my broom and begin jabbing at the invader’s backside. “How dare you!”

Jab jab jab.

“Tell me who and what you are!” I demand, brandishing my broom like a knight’s lance, my voice going full shriek-mode.