Mischief in the Mushroom Patch. Amanda M. Thrasher

seemed to have the same look on their tiny, beautiful faces—fear and worry, all rolled up into one tiny twisted look of concern. Rosie stalled; she could barely breathe but finally managed to squeak.

      “Well, with all due respect, Madame, could you please define ‘wrong’?” Rosie asked. Her voice quivered and her cheeks turned bright red.

      Madame Louise stood up straight and looked around the room. The fairies didn’t dare move for fear that she would address them. They had no idea where Lilly was and didn’t want to be the one to say so.

      Madame Louise cleared her throat and stroked Rosie’s long, golden hair. She was under the distinct impression that someone was missing, and she was very worried. A missing fairy was not good at all.

      “Well, I’d be happy to dear,” Madame Louise, said softly trying very hard not to alarm the fairies. “To define wrong, that is, though I’m more than certain you know what it is.”

      She took a deep breath before continuing.

      “Wrong, Rosie, as in out of the ordinary, suspicious, not right.” She paused for a moment, “Or missing, as in a missing fairy, a very, very dangerous situation indeed.”

      Rosie was shaking; she didn’t want anyone to be missing. Once again she searched the room for help. Thankfully Ivy spoke up.

      “Madame Louise, may I speak?” she asked politely.

      Madame nodded, and Ivy knew this was her cue to speak.

      “Well, it seems we can’t find Lilly, Madame.”

      Madame stared at Ivy. “Can’t find Lilly?” she repeated.

      “Well, Madame,” Ivy continued, “Rosie noticed Lilly wasn’t in front of her bed for roll call, you see.”

      Madame Louise nodded her head and waved her hand for Ivy to continue.

      “So, well, we called out to her, and she didn’t answer.”

      Ivy noticed that everyone was nodding their head in agreement. “We even searched the dorm, but unfortunately, we can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

      She smiled nervously as she continued.

      “That’s about the time you appeared, Madame.”

      Ivy had nothing else to say, so she took two steps backward and stood with the other fairies.

      Madame Louise looked into the faces of each fairy. “Does anybody, anybody at all have anything to add?” she asked. No one did.

      Madame instructed the fairies to line up at the ends of their beds. She quickly confirmed that everyone else in the dorm, except for Lilly, was accounted for. She told the fairies that Lilly was probably in the infirmary, that she probably wasn’t feeling well, and that she would go and check on her to be sure. She hovered a few inches off the floor, excused herself, and within seconds was gone. Madame Louise’s explanation seemed to put the fairies minds at ease, except for Rosie’s.

      Rosie knew Lilly well and had even been with her earlier that day. During lunch Lilly hadn’t mentioned that she wasn’t feeling well. Rosie sat on the edge of her bed and thought as hard as she possibly could.

      “We ate lunch, we cleared our plates, and we went for a walk.”

      Rosie tried very hard to retrace their steps, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

      “We climbed the tallest mushroom in the patch and sunned ourselves for a while.”

      Rosie grabbed Ivy’s hands and pulled her onto the bed.

      “The last time I saw Lilly, we were sunbathing on the tall mushroom, the one in the middle of the patch.”

      “Well, did you leave together?” Ivy asked. “The mushroom, did you leave together?”

      Rosie shook her head.

      “No. I had an assignment due and left early to go by the study.” She suddenly had a worried look on her face. “Ivy, did you see her at supper?” she asked.

      “No, as a matter of fact I didn’t,” Ivy replied. “I’ll go and ask the others if they ate supper with her or saw her at all in the dining hall. I’ll be right back.”

      Madame Louise fluttered down the hall toward the elders’ ward. She was becoming flustered because no one had seen Lilly at all. Just as she turned the corner she bumped directly into Monsieur Claude. She noticed immediately that he was flustered himself. His face was beet red and his brow was perspiring. He had loosened his shirt collar, and his bow tie was dangling to one side. His pocket watch was in his tiny hand, his waistcoat was undone, and his jacket was practically falling of his shoulders due to the excessive hovering speed he had been doing down the hallway.

      Madame Louise gently pulled his jacket back onto his shoulders and discreetly pointed to his brow. Monsieur Claude smiled gratefully for her discretion and mopped his brow with a clean handkerchief.

      “Monsieur Claude, what on Earth is the matter?” Madame asked.

      Still gasping for air, Monsieur tried to speak but couldn’t.

      “Take your time, Monsieur; take a deep breath.”

      Monsieur Claude did just that. He took one, two, three, and one more for luck. Finally he composed himself long enough to speak.

      “Oh dear, Madame,” he managed to say. “It’s Boris, one of my young fairlings. Well, I’m afraid I can’t find him.”

      Madame’s ears perked up immediately. She grabbed Monsieur Claude’s hands.

      “We must hurry, Monsieur, we have a problem.”

      Monsieur Claude knew that. He had searched everywhere and Boris was nowhere to be found. The other fairlings had looked everywhere too, but to no avail. Boris had simply disappeared. Monsieur suddenly noticed that Madame Louise looked unusual as well. Her cheeks were flushed, she was hovering too fast for indoor flight, and the normally neat bun on her head looked, well, crooked.

      “Forgive me, Madame, but are you all right?” he asked.

      Madame Louise shook her head.

      “No, I’m not, actually,” she said. “It’s Lilly, one of my fairlings. She’s gone.”

      Monsieur’s eyes grew huge. He grabbed Madame Louise’s arm.

      “Do you think by chance they’re together?” he asked hopefully.

      Without slowing down, Madame shrugged, and threw her hands into the air. She didn’t know for sure, but she was hopeful. Being away from the patch for any length of time, for any reason, was cause for concern, especially for a young fairy who wasn’t supposed to leave the patch without elder supervision. The world for any fairling was a dangerous place, but for a young, naïve, inexperienced fairy, danger seemingly loomed around every corner.

      “We must report this immediately,” Monsieur Claude said as he opened the door to the elders’ office for Madame.

      “After you,” he said nervously. “I’m right behind you.”

      Madame Louise rushed to the roll-top desk of the secretary. She gathered herself as best she could.

      “We have an emergency,” she blurted out to the secretary. “I’m pretty sure it’s an emergency.”

      Monsieur agreed. He had reason to believe that this truly was an emergency. Boris and Lilly were both missing and had been so for a while. It was already dark and was starting to get cold. They had a problem, a huge problem. Anger had turned into disappointment and disappointment had now given in to fear. Two of their fairies were missing, but where should their search start?

      It was imperative that they move quickly. They had to find Lilly and Boris. There was no telling how much danger they were in. What if they had been seen? What if they were hurt? Surely at the very least they were cold and hungry.

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