A Midsummer Afternoon

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
― William Shakespear, A Midsummer Night’s Dream ―

Tempted outside by sunshine, birdsong and the smell of newly mown grass, Chloe and Merlin set off paw in paw for the meadow. Merlin carries a hamper full of sossidge pies and lemon drizzle cayk lovingly made by Mama @AngelKeely and packed by Papa @PuppyNumber7, plus a nicely chilled bottle of pink bubbles to wash it all down.

Laying out their picnic rug near the willow tree at #KeelysPlace, they set out the noms and lie in the sunshine. It’s a typical English summer day; the sun is shining, the birds are flying high in the blue sky and butterflies and dragonflies skim over the pond and meadow grasses. Buttercups, daisies and poppies nod and sway in the warm breeze. It’s a perfect day for the fairies to be about their magic business.

Drinking bubbly

The loving youngsters share their feast and toast each other with glasses of pink fizz. No sossidge pie or lemon drizzle cayk ever tasted so delicious. As the sun rises higher in the sky, Merlin puts up the sun umbrella to protect his darling’s complexion and sets out soft blankies and cushions for them to lie back on. The happy doggies chat about their upcoming engagement pawty. It is going to be such fun to see all their pals dressed up and having fun in the meadow. Slowly, overcome by warm sunshine and pink fizz they drift off to sleep in each other’s paws …

A short while later Chloe opens her eyes. She can hear a squealing noise coming from the pond. Leaving Merlin to snooze, she goes to investigate; maybe a hedgehog is stuck or a baby bird has fallen from his nest, or maybe the willow grove fairies are up to their mischief. Tippy-toeing around the pond she is astonished to see a tiny puppy floating on a lily pad & in imminent danger of falling off!

Rita on lily pad2

Rita arrives on a lily pad, watched over by a dragonfly and clutching a purple freesia.

“Merly! Merly! Wake up, come quickly!” she shouts. Merlin comes running, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his paw. “What is it, my love?” “Look Merly, a puppy in the pond!” she points excitedly. “I’m going in to rescue her.” Not waiting a second longer she dives into the pond and comes up spluttering next to the lily pad, which she tows to the bank where Merlin helps her and the pup reach dry land. The puppy scampers over to Merlin, completely unaware of the danger she was in and giggling at the dragonfly fluttering around her. Merlin wraps her in warm soft blankies, and she looks up at him adoringly and says “Papa?” Chloe bends to pocket  something that was on the lily pad then turns to Merlin. “We must get her back to the house and dried off darling, she may need feeding and I don’t think she’s old enough for sossidge pie and cayk”. Merlin splutters “She called me Papa darling, but I’m not her Papa”. Chloe looks at the dragonfly that has landed on the purple freesia and smiles. “Oh, I think there is a resemblance darling. Maybe she knows you better than you think BOL!”

Chloe & Merlin run up to the summerhouse carrying the pup and Thomas comes out to see what all the fuss is about. Gazing down at the little furry bundle, he wonders if it is possible that history is repeating itself, remembering a similar event almost 4 years ago when Chloe came to them. Chloe whispers, “Papa, I think the fairies left her for me to find, I’m sure I heard them whispering and look at this” Chloe carefully pulls something from her pocket and triumphantly holds up a tiny pair of fairy wings.

Thomas smiles at the happy young faces. “Are you ready to raise a pup as your own, darlings?” Chloe nods, “I am Papa. Merly and I were just saying we couldn’t wait to have our own lickle one.” Merlin nods eagerly, his eyes shining. The little pup says nothing but grips Merlin’s paw tightly and blows a bubble at Thomas.

And so our happy little family is increased once more and Thomas has his dearest wish come true … a grandpapa at last.

Rita with toy cart

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