DAY 5 OF THE PARTY FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

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On the last day of the Party, the Dwarves knew they had a lot of work to do.

They were keen to do the heavy lifting and the cleaning up when the Party began but after the Feast and the Concert, they didn’t feel their best.

Dwarves drink strange drinks at parties and the thumping and banging of their music shakes the drinks around in their tummies.

Some of them wished they never had to wake up again but they did wake up.

A dwarf is a dwarf is a dwarf. A dwarf’s promise is as solid as ROCK.  The Dwarves had promised to be first up and first to start cleaning and that’s just what they did.

After a little while, they started feeling pretty cheery again. They never do like sunlight very much so they stayed in the darkest places they could find, had a little breakfast and something to drink.
I think that they were drinking some of Mickey’s BLUE WATER but I can’t be sure.
All I know is that they started working and they started singing and Day 5 had begun. Endings are just as important as beginnings.
 

The Dwarves started in on the kitchen. Not the Dragon Pits but the ordinary kitchen in Poppy’s Place. It was nice and cool and dark in there.

They began to scrub and rub and chuck out the rubbish near the front door.

Then they heard some laughing and some singing and the sound of feet on stone floors.  Mickey’s water can make even a Dwarf see things which aren’t there but when they turned around and saw eighteen tiny cooks dancing, they were more than a little bit shocked.

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The Dwarves were all ready to go back to Stone Mountain and sleep it off when Andrew spotted one little cook with bright red hair.

SAFFRON !!!!! What are you doing ?  Who are all these children and why are you in the kitchen?

I wonder what they have been up to. We will find out later. For now, there is work to do. If you know what the 18 little cooks were doing, please leave a note here.

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A WIZARD MANUAL

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Poppy’s Father is a good cook. He plays guitar and mandolin and banjo and he can sing. He DOES kick off to the side when he’s playing football. That is not usually a good sign – except when someone has wizard’s blood in them.

Poppy’s father DOES HAVE wizard’s blood in him. Not many people knew that. For now, he is cooking and playing music and kicking off to the side but the Signs of the Wizard are starting to show.

He cannot pretend anymore that he does not understand NUMBERS. He understands numbers VERY WELL indeed. He can create numbers of his own and he can make numbers do anything he wants them to.

Wizard_hat (1)That is one of the early Signs of the Wizard.

And just across the creek from Poppy’s Place, creatures have begun to build a tower. It doesn’t look like a Tower yet. It looks like a stone wall and Poppy has been curious about the strange beings building it. She doesn’t know that a New Wizard’s Helpers start to find him before he even finds himself.

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Poppy’s Father goes by the name of Mad O’Brian and he was one of Wizzy’s Musical Playmates for the big Concert. While he was helping the Wiz, Poppy and Saffron sneaked down to the Creek with Eric the dog and Mad Flynn. (There are quite a few Mad people on Triflora. Sometimes, Poppy was called Mad Eline and Saffron was called Mad Lola. )

They took a boat and started to row across to get a closer look at the stone wall on the Mad Island.

BANG. FLASH. KABOOM.

The tiny little creek seemed to turn into a wild river. Waves splashed over them and the boat splashed and bounced.

It is not easy to get near a Wizard’s Tower unless you  have been invited. They only just made it back to shore safely.

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Back on Land, they met the Organ Man. He was walking in the Gardens playing the Organ and leading people back to the Concert. Poppy and Saffron went straight in to listen to the Music. They would go looking at the Mad Island some other time – maybe. When their legs stopped shaking and the Creek was just a creek again.

TONIGHT WAS MUSIC. MUSIC. MUSIC.