2 Fairy Spell 1 Fixeridoo!

Fairy Spell #1 FIXERIDOO!

The Fixing Spell Mix-Up and the Fairy Dust t began Saturday morning. We were having breakfast and Ollie grabbed the milk jug. "Careful, Ollie!" Mom said. There is no point in saying "careful" to Ollie. "Put it down!" I said. I tried to get the jug, but Ollie wouldn't give it to me. "Give me the jug, darling," Mom said to Ollie. She tried to take it from him, but Ollie hugged it tighter, like a teddy bear. Mom pulled his hands off, Ollie grabbed it again…and suddenly the milk was all over the floor. "Weezi-weezi-weezi!" Ollie said.

"He doesn't know what he's doing," Mom remarked. I think he did know what he was doing. The milk ran all over the floor, under the chairs and into the corners of the room. "Never mind," my dad said. "I'll pop to the supermarket." "That will take too long," Mom said. "We need more milk right now." She stamped her feet three times, clapped her hands, wiggled her behind and said, "Marshmallow,"…and POOF! She was a fairy.

Every time Mom turns into a fairy, I stare at her in amazement. When Mom is a fairy, she is sparkly all over. She has beautiful shimmery wings, and when they move, they send little breezes around. Even her smile is more sparkly. Mom took her Computawand out of her bag. As soon as she touched it, it started to glow and grew into a wand. "Are you sure about this?" my dad asked. "Of course I'm sure!" Mom said. "You know I'm getting better at magic every day." Dad muttered something, but we couldn't hear him. "What?" Mom asked. "Nothing," Dad said. "Go ahead." Mom pressed a code on the screen—bleep bleep-bloop—then waved it and said, "Milkeridoo!" In an instant, there was a cow in our kitchen. A great big brown cow with a bell around its neck.

"Oops," Mom said. "I don't know how that happened." "Do you know how to milk a cow?" Dad asked. "No!" Mom said. "Of course I don't!" "Moo!" the cow said. It tried to walk around, but there wasn't room. So it flicked its tail and knocked all the apples out of the fruit bowl. Then it broke three of Mom's favorite cups with the pink flowers. "Stop that!" Mom shouted, and she steered the cow away. Then the cow pooed on the floor.

"For heaven's sake," Dad said. "I'm sorry," Mom said. "I'll try again." She pressed a different code on her Computawand —bleep-bleep-bleep-bloop—and shouted, "Milkeridoo!" for the second time.