Photo by Trevor Cole
“Another enchanted forest,” said Phil as they drove through the grove of trees.
Louise frowned at him sick of his constant whinging.
“We are on a fairy tour and fairies, and enchanted forests go hand in hand.”
“But every day,” he complained.
“Pull over. The guide says there are magic forces in this forest.”
“Oh look,” she exclaimed, “an elf up in the tree.”
“Looks ornamental to me.”
“It’s so cute,” she said.
She looked, and Phil had disappeared. On the ground sat a small green frog looking very forlorn.
“Oh, dear Phil, back to your natural state, are you?”