3 Fairy Spell 2 SPAGHETTERIDOO!

Fairy Spell #2 SPAGHETTERIDOO!

The Great Pasta Playdate My best friends, Tom and Lenka, were coming to my house on Saturday, and I was so excited! At school on Friday, we made a plan for the playdate. Lenka was bringing her puppet theater, and we were going to put on a show. The story was about a princess and a prince and a scary dragon, because those are the puppets Lenka has. Tom said he would be the scary dragon. But Lenka wanted to be the scary dragon too, and so did I. We all started to get frustrated—until Lenka said, "Why don't we take turns being the scary dragon?"

Lenka is good at fixing arguments. Then Zoe came past. She tossed her head and said, "Your stupid playdate sounds really boring." Zoe always says mean things like that, which is why she is my Not-Best Friend. I ignored her, because Mom says it is always best to ignore mean people. But then Zoe added, "Ella's house is really weird. Her whole family is weird." And she wrinkled her nose as though she could smell something bad. I got really mad then. "My house is not weird!" "Yes it is. It's weird and strange," Zoe said. Then Tom stepped in. "You're weird and strange, Zoe."

Lenka and I giggled, and Tom started laughing too. Zoe's eyes went very small and angry. "I'm telling Miss Amy on you!" she screamed. Then she ran off, but I knew she wouldn't tell Miss Amy, because then we would tell her who started it. Once we stopped giggling, Tom turned to me. "Are we still having spaghetti at your house this weekend, Ella?" "Of course!" I had told Mom lots of times that Tom and Lenka's favorite food was spaghetti, and she had promised to make it. I love spaghetti too. (Except not when it has cheese on it.) "Yum!" Tom said. "I'm going to bring my special spaghetti fork. It has a battery and it twirls around and around and it's awesome." I couldn't wait to see Tom's spaghetti fork and I couldn't wait to put on the puppet show. It was going to be the best playdate ever!—

On Saturday I woke up really early and gazed at my unicorn poster for a while. I love my unicorn poster. Then I got up and looked around the house. It didn't look strange or weird—but it did look messy. So I decided to do something about it. "Come on, Wardrobe!" I said. "We're going to clean up." Wardrobe is my magic pet wardrobe. I'm training it to do what I say. It's a bit like having a

dog, except Wardrobe is more wooden than a dog and doesn't say "Woof." Wardrobe followed me around the house on its little legs. I picked up books, toys and odd socks off the floor and threw them into Wardrobe. Wardrobe helped by swinging open its doors to catch things and shuffling things along with its feet.