​Efem had been looking at her feet the whole time Parsley and Cornelia had been speaking.  Finally she lifted her head and looked at Parsley.  “Parsley, I know that it has been a long time since we last talked.  I know I have been a stubborn old oak  but right now we don't have time for chit-chat, we need your help.”

​“Does the Mushroom Line know where to find him?” they asked Parsley at the same time.  Slightly embarrassed, Efem nodded to her sister to continue, “We must find him. We think it is important that we become his first teachers.  At least that is according to the Sleeping Ladies and their Petal Post.  Otherwise great havoc will occur in all of the realms.”  Cornelia quickly explained to Parsley what they knew about the young Dragon and that they were aware that there were others now trying to find the young Wish Dragon too.  The Sleeping Ladies felt that this must not happen until he understood the consequences of his abilities.

​“I will help you both as this emergency affects us all,” decided Parsley.  "Now come inside so we can start making plans."  As they all entered Parsley's mushroom home, Efem did have something to say and knew if she did not say it now, it would not get any easier later.  ​“Parsley, I am sorry.  It never should have taken a Dragon to make me realize the friendship I lost through my obstinance."

"Efem, I regret that it took something as important as this to bring you here to my door too.  You don’t have to say anymore, let us focus on what needs to be done now."  Parsley wondered  if the Wish Dragon was already granting wishes for she had wished for a long time to have this misunderstanding end.

“Now then let’s get started, we have a Wish Dragon to find!” smiled Efem at Parsley and Cornelia.

​How fun it was to run carefree and let the wind blow through my hair or squishing mud between my toes (which to be honest, I still squish mud...).  After all, isn't this the main purpose of a fairy - to awaken the child within us?  The child within holds our dreams, wishes, and our laughter and beliefs that we carry with us into adulthood.  Don't lock them away... let them run free and be 'happy feet'.

Now that she has shown me her 'happy feet' she is willing to reveal herself to me.  Which is good because I am a little out-of-shape for all the chasing after her.  But, like any good exercise the more I practice the better I will get... even if it is only a little skip to begin with.

... Parsley is running the "boss" ragged - so this is that helpful Hubby filling in on this week's Brambles to talk about fishing (or is that wishing?) before the Christmas season starts (you know what I am talking about - where Halloween and Thanksgiving have not even happened yet but the stores are filling up with Christmas decorations).  Anyhow, here at MisPlace Dolls I have found the best way for me to get new toys is to drop those little "helpful" hints.  You know, like when the "boss" is creating something and then I hint something like 'oh, if I had a (fill in the blank) tool, I could do that for you'.  The other day was no exception.

Sooo, being the dutiful minion, I cut a dowel rod into a short stick and scraped out the walnut shell with my meager set of tools and showed them to the "boss".  "Well.... hmmm .  It might work" was her reply.  Which means it's okay but what if we did this... was the decision.  Now here is where timing adds to the perfect happy ending to this story (also called baiting the line)!  Somewhere in the conversation certain words might have been said...  'If I had a Dremel tool with the right attachments, this would be so much easier and would probably look better' (the hook!).

Oh, I am sure that Parsley is wishing there was a fairy godmother to just wish her hairdo in with a wave of her wand. But for me the hair is my second favorite thing to play with during the doll making process.  I know that I am a "wanna be" beautician and that my sons were so thrilled when I moved on to doing dolls' hair instead of theirs.  So what to do about Parsley's hair?

I had to admit... they got me and I then just had to open some more to see what was inside.

Each book had something different and when you pressed a switch on the side, they would light up (wished I had some of those little lights in my cottage...).

This one really caught my eye.  It took a minute to find the mouse (can you see it?).  It helped when I turned the light on... 

It was at this time the Outies here at MisPlace Dolls showed up and I decided it was time to go...  as I was leaving, I realized that I had not opened the last book that I had taken out and it was still in my reading spot.  I wonder what was in it?  I guess I will just have to check soon in the PeddlersCache to see...  maybe it will look good on my shelf in the cottage.

Anyhow, that is how I have spent the last two weekends (and probably a couple of more) redesigning the website.  Many of the changes most won't notice, but with these changes, we can now offer new things on the website.  What are some of them?  Well... I am here to tell you.

We don't share these lists as we see you as a guest to the Realm - not someone to whom we want to bombard your email accounts.  We don't like it when it happens to us, so why would we want to do it to our guests?​

Next, several of our characters in the Realms told us that we don't let them out much to see the 'Outies' (that is those people who don't live in the Realms - read more about Outies in the journal - when it is back on-line in the next couple of days that is...).  So we gave them a job.  You will see one of them before you leave the site today... so please don't forget to say hi.

As they continued on the trail, suddenly Cornelia realized that after all of these years of feuding, it was going to take a Dragon to get these two to talk to each other again?  Chuckling with that thought, she decided that she better start talking before Efem asked her what she was snickering about.

​​“This isn’t so bad,” she told Efem as they walked.  “I mean, after all, you probably don’t even remember why you and Parsley are still squabbling.”

​“That is not so,” retorted Efem, but as she said these words, she realized that all the time they had been walking she had been trying to remember what started the feud in the first place.  Her and Parsley were once the best of friends, the closest two could be without actually being sisters.  They grew up next to each other and did almost everything together.  “When did it change?” she thought.  She stayed silent - thinking, while Cornelia continued talking about the things they must do to find the young Wish Dragon.  Silent and only slightly listening she mused on what was it that had come between her and Parsley.

Suddenly she noticed it was quiet and that Cornelia had stopped talking.  She was just standing there staring at her.  ​“Okay Cornelia.  I will be on my best behavior.  I know that seeing Parsley is for the best and that we need her help.”  As they continued their journey, Efem decided that actually now she was wanting to see Parsley again after all of these years.  Smiling, she thought it might just be time to apply a little of "Cornelia's honey" to the situation and do a little healing herself.  Maybe it was time to swallow a little pride and put the past behind her. After all, everything tastes better with a little honey applied to it.

Cornelia only looked at her sister and worried about that smile. "Hmmm," she thought to herself and wondered why Efem was starting to glow?

​Efem nodded her head as she had to agree, for where ever a shadow lay - a mushroom was sure to sprout, and even though their ears don’t stick out they hear everything that is happening in the woods.

​Pull the pan out of the freezer and then place a layer of the peanut butter mixture over the chocolate.

A few minutes in the freezer might help keep the chocolate that is the top layer from blending with the peanut butter level or leave a bigger space to add more chocolate to top it off with.  Either way, place the final layer of the chocolate sauce on top and then place in the freezer for a good hour (I did mine overnight). ​