A Fairy Field-Trip to Polliwog Pond
Twenty pairs of smallish barefoot feet stood in the pond water while twenty pairs of eyes scoured the lily pads and reeds. The froggy field trip to pollywog pond was a favorite every year because so many of the children caught their first frog.
But today looked like it would be different. Either the frogs were gone from pollywog pond or they were not going to cooperate on this cloudless, windless day when not a ripple disturbed the surface of the water.
Miss Beebonnet was in a tizzy about the ordeal. In the water, out of the water, hands in the air begging whoever to send some frogs. She was so upset she forgot that she was a fairy who had power over such things.
Miss Beebonnet stopped fussing and stared at the children whose frowns and puffy lower lips showed their disappointment. Miss B stepped back into the pond, whispered over the water, words that no one could understand except her and the frogs.
A moment later, twenty hands held twenty frogs up beside twenty smiling faces. Cell phones appeared and selfies were traded back and forth across the glimmering water as giggles and snickers floated upward into the blue. Miss Beebonnet smiled at the joy she had created.
Silence made an abrupt appearance. Miss Beebonnet stood ankle deep in the water at one end of the pond. At the other end, the rim of a black pointed hat hung low, hiding the face of Trudy, the only person in Fairyland who could be considered bad. Mostly she was mischievous, but sometimes, she went too far––Like today.
Twenty pairs of empty shoes lined the grassy shore of Pollywog pond, while twenty startled frogs swam in circles, croaking their objections.