It all started but a few weeks ago. Traditionally this time of year, I like doing some of the rituals of my youth. It began with me blowing on a seedling dandelion and making my ‘Wish’ as I did of old. Then I felt a tug! If anyone can figure out why I would be having these feelings, it would be Belvedere with all of his worldly travels and experiences.
The ‘tug’ isn’t very strong, more of an annoyance actually. Normally this feeling would come when a wish had connected to a Wish Dragon.
With my son’s return to the Mansion, I guess I might as well return too. He and I have much to discuss as I have been feeling this strange ‘summoning’ type of feeling which I have not experienced for many, many, many years.
As a child, I was given the Wish Dragon sign to wear on my hand. My clan was selected from the Village to be the Wish Dragon Guardians and Nurturers. In some ways we failed, as the Wish Dragons disappeared many, many years ago and I still wish I knew why. That is why my heart is confused as I know they don’t exist anymore.
Now, I am off to find my son and to see what it is that is calling me...
At this point, the Baron thinks it might be a good idea to discover just what is going on beneath his mansion. Of course that includes dragging along Fiddlefaddle, his faithful but sometimes grumpy manservant, whether he wants to or not.
"Is that okay? Granny Flare and the Baroness said I could stay here and that I should because I am a secret," replied the Dragon.
"Of course you can. I hope you and I will become close friends. Now, are you HUNGRY?"
The blue one, the Pyksee (I think) was shouting that she had a "secret" and she wasn’t going to share it! The other one with the wings kept telling the Pyksee she didn't have any secrets worth keeping... So there! And the argument started.
While I hid behind a large mushroom observing, I almost felt like my friend, Snoop, the newspaper man.
Pretty soon the shouting was just so loud that I decided it was time to intervene. As I approached them, I simply said they should not be arguing like this. They both turned to stare at me as if I was a three-headed beast (which I have seen -- See Notes) and immediately they both shouted at the same time, "We were not arguing!"
How quickly the Pyksee said for me not to pick on the Fairy... and the Fairy said for me to not pick on the Pyksee. I tried to explain that I wasn't. I was only trying to help them understand that yelling isn't the best way to talk. Pretty soon they had me going around and around - leaping to defend each other and in the process confusing me. I soon came to the conclusion that there is more than one way to be Pyksee-lated (to become confused, confounded and lost). I also realized that they were fast friends with strong opinions.
"No sweets?" But I like sweets," Hungry growled.
"Hungry! Where have you been? I have been looking high and low for you. You know you aren't to leave this cave! Do you want someone to see you?" Granny Flare shouts, pointing her finger at the little Dragon. "Do you know what would happen if anyone saw you?"
"No, what would happen?" he asks. "Would they feed me?" Granny could tell, this was not going to be easy raising a baby Dragon.
Meanwhile, as the Baron was starting to settle down on a chair in the parlor, he thought he heard voices. "What's this? Hearing voices at my age? I'm not that old!" he mumbled to himself. "Now I am talking to myself... Fiddlefaddle, where are you?"
Entering the parlor, he sees the Baron sitting near the fireplace.
"Fiddlefaddle, we need to check out the Mansion." says the Baron. "I am hearing voices."
Turning around to do as the Baron asked, Fiddlefaddle notices the letter on the mantle. "It appears a message has been left for you." Taking the message from the mantle, he hands it to the Baron as he reads the cover. "It is from your granddaughter, Dragonia."
Did you see the hidden message? --- Dragon below mansion in cave
“I heard that,” smiled the Baron, “and it’s not what you think. We are not leaving on another trip. We are actually going to stay right here for this adventure,” he told his batman. “You can even unpack the big pieces of luggage this time. I intend to stay here for quite a while.”
“I know that look sir. It means you are up to something. Do I want to know your plan?” Fiddlefaddle asked.
"“Nope. Too early to tell - too early to tell… drag in the luggage and we will see. Ha, Ha, 'Drag-in' the luggage… that was a good one,” laughed the Baron at his own joke.
After years of traveling with the Baron, helping to save magical creatures in both strange and mundane lands...
it feels good to finally be back home . I can't wait to be back in the Mansion and put my feet up before the Baron shows up.
And to be away from all of those beasties - even for just a little while... is soooo nice.
About this time, the Baron started to appear around a bend in the trail and was heading right for them. "Get down, now Hungry, don't let him see you," reminded Meen.
Sitting there for someone to just wander by wasn't that exciting, thought Hungry. Besides, he was starting to get hungry.
As the Baron was now closer to the log, Meen decided it was time to leap out. Meen jumps from the log and lands in front of the Baron, startled he jumps back and raises his cane in defense. "What are you? Or more like, who are you?" asks the Baron. "You wouldn't be trying to get me lost now would you?"
"Are you asking for directions?" smiles Meen. Whispering to Hungry, "Let's hope so, that way we can send him around in circles. Otherwise this won't be as much fun".
But, then again, it was my own people that took the Magic for granted and nearly destroyed it here in the Village. I was here when the last Dragon left and the Dragon Stones started disappearing. That is what set my itchy feet in motion, to go out and seek the Magic and to see what I could do to save it.
I think I will take the trail by the way of the Frog Pond. My Man, Mr. Fiddlefaddle, knows his way to the Mansion and can take the short cut. I think I will take the time to see what changes if any have been made while I have been gone.
Soon she was at the front of the caves and the voice was pretty insistent that she come inside, so she peered inside the dark and shadowy entrance, not sure what she was going to see. Suddenly she was staring into two bright eyes!
"Hello", said the baby dragon, "I'm Hungry!"
Meen immediately stepped back and shouted "You aren't eating me!"
"No", the dragon said, "That is my name, Hungry, and I would like to play with you. Sounds like fun to go see baby frogs."
"What are you? I haven't seen something like you ever!" shouted Meen.
"What do you mean, what am I? I am Hungry!" replied the little Dragon.
"No, not how do you feel, but what are you?" Exasperated, the little Dragon said again, "I am NOT Hungry! That is my name. As far as what I am... I don't know other than a Secret. My mother, Granny Flare, keeps telling me to be quiet cause I'm a Secret, but I want to play and the Frog Pond sounds like fun."
By this time, Meen was exhausted trying to figure out her new friend and also wanted to go play. "Yes!" said Meen, "Let's go to the Frog Pond. Did you know that a group of baby tadpoles are called 'a knotty'?. Sounds silly to me cause how could anyone be naughty when you are so little and haven't even had time to get into trouble."
That was enough of a deep thought for the two of them; so off they went to the Frog Pond to go play with the tadpoles.
Then he started to play softer, haunting tunes, that made a person yearn for someone to be with and share the magical moment.
As he played, he did not notice that the fish were not biting as he was so caught up in his playing. But they were watching him. They liked how the rhythm of the music made the water ripple in time to his playing.
Finally, he decided he should check his fishing line. He saw the school of fish all staring at him. "What do you want? You should be nibbling on my hook!" he shouted out. “Wait a minute, fish can’t clap”, he uttered, “something else is going on here.”
Now Ichthy no longer takes his fishing pole when he goes on his trips to the docks, just his fiddle and occasionally his chalk board to help school the fish in their scales. For they are working together on a song that will make it to the Top 40's charts... and beat out the ever popular Whales' song.
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