A Kind of Magic - page 3
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Curled up into a ball, nose touching her tail, Brie tries to ignore the tappety tap at the window. She’s made a plan of action and this is it, curl up into a ball and pretend everything is okay. The plan doesn’t allow for tapping and, even with her paws clamped firmly over her delicate ears, she can still hear it.
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Reluctantly Brie unfurls herself, slowly turning to face the window then quickly rolls herself back up with a whimper. Olga Owl is the tapper and if she were to believe the chit chat of the chaffinches and gabbling of the goslings then Brie ought to stick with the plan and hope that Olga isn’t too peckish. Brie wishes that Leicester was here, he’d know what to do. Even if he didn’t, they’d be less scared together. Before long the little mouse finds her thoughts are scampering away with her. What if Olga got in? What if the Slumber stayed like this? What if she never saw Leicester again? Brie was so busy getting her whiskers in a knot that she hadn’t noticed the tapping had stopped and a soggy piece of card has been slid under the door. Olga had been trying to help by delivering a message. The card reads…
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My good friend Brie
Don’t get your whiskers in a knot. The Slumber will be back to normal, one day soon and on that day we’ll meet again. Remember, even though you can’t see me just now, I am still with you Brie stops reading and scratches her head, feeling confused, then reads on. and stop scratching your head, you’ll understand what I mean Brie if you just look inside yourself. Love Leicester |
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