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“We’re safe, we’re free!” squealed Lady Shrillingbird. “Safe and free!” She swung open the car door and tossed her husband in the back.
“Step on it!” yelped Lord Shrillingbird.
Lady Shrillingbird hopped in the driver’s seat and revved the engine. With a screech of tires, the Shrillingbirds’ car plowed across the lawn and disappeared down the hill and into the darkness.
“ Adios, creeps!” called Claire.
The goat bleated agreement. Lord Shrillingbird’s toes had left a terrible, crumbled-cheese aftertaste.
“They’re better off in the city, anyway,” declared Luna. “There’s more stuff to complain about in cities.”
Grandy yawned. “Twins, you’ll catch cold if you stay outside too long. It’s your life, but I’d get back to bed. And thank you, Sir Percival,” she added, with a nod to the knight, “for a job well done.”
Then she snapped her fingers and vanished into the mist.
“A three-star spell,” murmured Claire. “Crumbs, I wish I knew how to do it. Well, maybe next year.”
“What a lovely night,” said Sir Percival.
Claire looked up. The knight was right. It was cold and beautiful. A full moon hung in the navy blue sky. The silvery moonlight and the silvery light of the ghostly knights shone softly over the meadow.
But something strange was happening.
“Look around, Clairsie,” said Luna. “The ghosts are fading.”
Sure enough, right before Claire’s eyes, the ghosts were beginning to curl up along their edges. The faint popping as each departed— plip blip plip —sounded like a thousand bath bubbles were escaping into the air.
“Where are they going?” wondered Claire.
“Off to haunt another needy castle?” suggested Luna.
Together, the twins watched the misty veil that sparkled in the air after the ghost knights were gone. Now the night was rich with a faint but sweet and lingering scent. Claire sniffed, then inhaled deeply. What was that delicious smell?
Then she knew.
Strawberries.
And then all at once, a heavy mass of clouds swept across the clear sky, hiding the moon and stars.
“Oh, no, not again!” wailed Luna. “Here comes the rain!”
9
Strawberry Birthday Surprise
W HEN LUNA WOKE UP the next morning, she could feel the difference immediately. Maybe it was on account of her witch-smarts, or maybe it was because she was a light sleeper. But something about Glenn Bly seemed a little bit less creaky and a little bit more cheery.
She leaped out of bed and ran directly to the window. What she saw outside made her smile with delight.
Instead of a brown and wintry lawn, her eyes were dazzled by a field of blazing green.
“Claire!” she cried. “Come look!”
“Wha...?” Her sister rolled out from under the quilts and crept up sleepily behind her to see. “Thickets and thistledown! It’s like summertime in November!” exclaimed Claire. “Now, here’s the Scotland I always wanted!”
“Clairsie, I think what we’re looking at is a giant strawberry patch,” speculated Luna. “It’s right at the exact same place where all the ghosts popped.” She put her hands to her heart. “How romantic. The brave knights gave us something to remember them by.”
“Well, I’m remembering that I’m hungry. Let’s go get some strawberries for breakfast!” said Claire, pulling on her rainbow-sleeves jacket.
Together, the twins flew out into the cold morning, which was filled with summertime smells. They plomped right down in the middle of the strawberry patch, and soon were feasting on the biggest, juiciest, most divine wild straw berries they’d ever tasted in their lives.
“Mmm-mmm. Even if we didn’t end up with half-stars for driving out the Shrillingbirds, these strawberries were worth the effort,” said Claire, sitting back to wipe her strawberry-stained hands on the grass.
“Hey, here comes Daphne.” Luna pointed just as Daphne rode up on a shiny blue bicycle with a straw handlebar basket.
When Daphne saw the
“We’re safe, we’re free!” squealed Lady Shrillingbird. “Safe and free!” She swung open the car door and tossed her husband in the back.
“Step on it!” yelped Lord Shrillingbird.
Lady Shrillingbird hopped in the driver’s seat and revved the engine. With a screech of tires, the Shrillingbirds’ car plowed across the lawn and disappeared down the hill and into the darkness.
“ Adios, creeps!” called Claire.
The goat bleated agreement. Lord Shrillingbird’s toes had left a terrible, crumbled-cheese aftertaste.
“They’re better off in the city, anyway,” declared Luna. “There’s more stuff to complain about in cities.”
Grandy yawned. “Twins, you’ll catch cold if you stay outside too long. It’s your life, but I’d get back to bed. And thank you, Sir Percival,” she added, with a nod to the knight, “for a job well done.”
Then she snapped her fingers and vanished into the mist.
“A three-star spell,” murmured Claire. “Crumbs, I wish I knew how to do it. Well, maybe next year.”
“What a lovely night,” said Sir Percival.
Claire looked up. The knight was right. It was cold and beautiful. A full moon hung in the navy blue sky. The silvery moonlight and the silvery light of the ghostly knights shone softly over the meadow.
But something strange was happening.
“Look around, Clairsie,” said Luna. “The ghosts are fading.”
Sure enough, right before Claire’s eyes, the ghosts were beginning to curl up along their edges. The faint popping as each departed— plip blip plip —sounded like a thousand bath bubbles were escaping into the air.
“Where are they going?” wondered Claire.
“Off to haunt another needy castle?” suggested Luna.
Together, the twins watched the misty veil that sparkled in the air after the ghost knights were gone. Now the night was rich with a faint but sweet and lingering scent. Claire sniffed, then inhaled deeply. What was that delicious smell?
Then she knew.
Strawberries.
And then all at once, a heavy mass of clouds swept across the clear sky, hiding the moon and stars.
“Oh, no, not again!” wailed Luna. “Here comes the rain!”
9
Strawberry Birthday Surprise
W HEN LUNA WOKE UP the next morning, she could feel the difference immediately. Maybe it was on account of her witch-smarts, or maybe it was because she was a light sleeper. But something about Glenn Bly seemed a little bit less creaky and a little bit more cheery.
She leaped out of bed and ran directly to the window. What she saw outside made her smile with delight.
Instead of a brown and wintry lawn, her eyes were dazzled by a field of blazing green.
“Claire!” she cried. “Come look!”
“Wha...?” Her sister rolled out from under the quilts and crept up sleepily behind her to see. “Thickets and thistledown! It’s like summertime in November!” exclaimed Claire. “Now, here’s the Scotland I always wanted!”
“Clairsie, I think what we’re looking at is a giant strawberry patch,” speculated Luna. “It’s right at the exact same place where all the ghosts popped.” She put her hands to her heart. “How romantic. The brave knights gave us something to remember them by.”
“Well, I’m remembering that I’m hungry. Let’s go get some strawberries for breakfast!” said Claire, pulling on her rainbow-sleeves jacket.
Together, the twins flew out into the cold morning, which was filled with summertime smells. They plomped right down in the middle of the strawberry patch, and soon were feasting on the biggest, juiciest, most divine wild straw berries they’d ever tasted in their lives.
“Mmm-mmm. Even if we didn’t end up with half-stars for driving out the Shrillingbirds, these strawberries were worth the effort,” said Claire, sitting back to wipe her strawberry-stained hands on the grass.
“Hey, here comes Daphne.” Luna pointed just as Daphne rode up on a shiny blue bicycle with a straw handlebar basket.
When Daphne saw the
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