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strawberries, she nearly fell off her seat. “We have to tell Grandpop!” she exclaimed. “Or better yet, let’s show him. Hurry, help me fill this basket!”
Quickly, they picked strawberries until Daphne’s basket was full. When they called Mac down to the kitchen and presented the basket, then pointed out toward the field, his eyes filled with wonder.
“I don’t believe it. Strawberries haven’t grown on this field since the terrible Battle of Sodden Field,” he said. “But I don’t understand. How could a field of strawberries just grow up overnight?”
Luna shrugged. “Mysterious things happen a lot in Scotland,” she said.
Mac pronged a berry between his thumb and finger. “With all-season strawberries, I suppose we’ll have plenty of visitors wanting to spend a weekend at our bed-and-breakfast. And that means perhaps well be able to purchase Glenn Bly back from the Shrillingbirds,” he said. His eyes glowed with future plans and prospects. “And then we’ll turn some of this land into a public park, for people to visit. Would you like that, Daphne?”
“Like it?” Daphne jumped up and down. “I couldn’t think of a better birthday present!”
Then everyone felt terrible, because in all the excitement they had forgotten that today was Daphne’s birthday. Everyone, that is, except for Mac, who had given her the new blue bicycle earlier that morning.
“Crumbs, we don’t even have any gifts for her,” Luna whispered behind her hand to her twin.
Luckily, when Grandy and Grampy came home later (after placing second-to-last in the golf tournament) they were able to wrap up a couple of items from the Silver Loch Pro Shop that they had been planning to give Justin.
“Not that a golf umbrella and three pairs of athletic socks are the greatest gift, but I guess they’re better than nothing,” said Luna.
“Yeah, and thank goodness for those strawberries,” said Claire, “otherwise Daphne wouldn’t have had a very good birthday from us, gifts-wise.”
It didn’t take long for the word of the magical strawberries to spread. By afternoon, the people who lived on the surrounding farms and towns had come to witness the magical straw berry field. While some onlookers clicked pictures, others sampled the berries.
Afterward, Mac invited everyone into the castle kitchen, where he blew the dust off an ancient Glenn Bly cookbook, Four Score and Twenty Recipes for Strawberries, and made a giant, gooey, gorgeous strawberry birthday cake.
“By the way, where are the Shrillingbirds?” asked Grampy
“They might be halfway to Baja by now,” said Grandy. “And Mac, I don’t think you’ll have a problem buying back your castle. I have a hunch those two won’t be visiting here anytime soon.”
“And why do I have a feeling your special charms did the trick, Arianna?” asked Mac with a warm wink. “You are one of my favorite problem solvers.”
Grandy smiled back. “I do what I can,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh, I can’t wait to be old and have old flames,” said Luna.
“Harrumph. I can’t wait to be old and hog all the credit for stuff,” said Claire.
When the twins went looking for Sir Percival, they found him in his usual place, behind the clock on the landing.
“I knew it!” exclaimed Luna. “I knew you wouldn’t stay popped for long.”
“Not a chance. I’m this castle’s guardian ghost,” he explained. “I’m here to protect Glenn Bly forever.” He jingled his amulet proudly. He looked a little bit bolder after last night’s stunning victory over the Shrillingbirds.
“If you ever need help guarding,” said Claire, “you can call on us.”
The final night at Glenn Bly was the best yet. In honor of Daphne’s birthday, the Bundkins, Blys, and Bramblewines stayed up late playing five-card poker and charades. Afterward, Mac taught them a Scottish reel.
“The best things about the Shrillingbirds being vamoosed is that we get our beds back,” said
Quickly, they picked strawberries until Daphne’s basket was full. When they called Mac down to the kitchen and presented the basket, then pointed out toward the field, his eyes filled with wonder.
“I don’t believe it. Strawberries haven’t grown on this field since the terrible Battle of Sodden Field,” he said. “But I don’t understand. How could a field of strawberries just grow up overnight?”
Luna shrugged. “Mysterious things happen a lot in Scotland,” she said.
Mac pronged a berry between his thumb and finger. “With all-season strawberries, I suppose we’ll have plenty of visitors wanting to spend a weekend at our bed-and-breakfast. And that means perhaps well be able to purchase Glenn Bly back from the Shrillingbirds,” he said. His eyes glowed with future plans and prospects. “And then we’ll turn some of this land into a public park, for people to visit. Would you like that, Daphne?”
“Like it?” Daphne jumped up and down. “I couldn’t think of a better birthday present!”
Then everyone felt terrible, because in all the excitement they had forgotten that today was Daphne’s birthday. Everyone, that is, except for Mac, who had given her the new blue bicycle earlier that morning.
“Crumbs, we don’t even have any gifts for her,” Luna whispered behind her hand to her twin.
Luckily, when Grandy and Grampy came home later (after placing second-to-last in the golf tournament) they were able to wrap up a couple of items from the Silver Loch Pro Shop that they had been planning to give Justin.
“Not that a golf umbrella and three pairs of athletic socks are the greatest gift, but I guess they’re better than nothing,” said Luna.
“Yeah, and thank goodness for those strawberries,” said Claire, “otherwise Daphne wouldn’t have had a very good birthday from us, gifts-wise.”
It didn’t take long for the word of the magical strawberries to spread. By afternoon, the people who lived on the surrounding farms and towns had come to witness the magical straw berry field. While some onlookers clicked pictures, others sampled the berries.
Afterward, Mac invited everyone into the castle kitchen, where he blew the dust off an ancient Glenn Bly cookbook, Four Score and Twenty Recipes for Strawberries, and made a giant, gooey, gorgeous strawberry birthday cake.
“By the way, where are the Shrillingbirds?” asked Grampy
“They might be halfway to Baja by now,” said Grandy. “And Mac, I don’t think you’ll have a problem buying back your castle. I have a hunch those two won’t be visiting here anytime soon.”
“And why do I have a feeling your special charms did the trick, Arianna?” asked Mac with a warm wink. “You are one of my favorite problem solvers.”
Grandy smiled back. “I do what I can,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh, I can’t wait to be old and have old flames,” said Luna.
“Harrumph. I can’t wait to be old and hog all the credit for stuff,” said Claire.
When the twins went looking for Sir Percival, they found him in his usual place, behind the clock on the landing.
“I knew it!” exclaimed Luna. “I knew you wouldn’t stay popped for long.”
“Not a chance. I’m this castle’s guardian ghost,” he explained. “I’m here to protect Glenn Bly forever.” He jingled his amulet proudly. He looked a little bit bolder after last night’s stunning victory over the Shrillingbirds.
“If you ever need help guarding,” said Claire, “you can call on us.”
The final night at Glenn Bly was the best yet. In honor of Daphne’s birthday, the Bundkins, Blys, and Bramblewines stayed up late playing five-card poker and charades. Afterward, Mac taught them a Scottish reel.
“The best things about the Shrillingbirds being vamoosed is that we get our beds back,” said
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