“Yes I will get you out of here,” Part 5 of “The Magic Umbrella” Story #40

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Wool fairies I made a year or so ago–one could be Violet

“Yes, I will get you out of here,” Myrtle said to herself.

“Magic Umbrella, what should I do?” Myrtle said mostly to herself.

“Well,” answered the umbrella.  “I’m glad you asked.  I do have an idea.”

Myrtle didn’t say anything.  She was  surprised to hear an umbrella, even a magic one, talk.

But when the umbrella remained silent, she decided she’d better ask.

“What’s your idea? Magic Umbrella?”

“She can’t see you as long as you’re under me.  Big Bad Spider, that is.  So I think you should wait until she falls asleep and then you should climb up the wall and cut down Violet and Sprite and then take your mother, and me, and get out of here as fast as you can.”

Myrtle didn’t think that was a very good idea.  It had several problems.  The first part seemed fine—she could wait for the spider to fall asleep.  But as for the rest—she didn’t think she could climb up a wall, she wasn’t sure how she could get across the web without getting caught herself and she didn’t have anything to cut with.

“Well,” said the umbrella, “You are little Miss Negativity.  How about this, then. We wait for Big Bad Spider to fall asleep—it’s easy to tell because she snores really loudly, then I’ll fly you up to her web.  I’ll give you a knife and I’ll help everyone get out of here.  I thought you were supposed to be the hero, but it sounds like I have to do everything myself, again!”

Myrtle thought that sounded much better, but what about all the babies.  It didn’t seem right to just leave them behind.

“Sure,” said the umbrella.  “We, that is I, will rescue the captured fairies, free your mother and return all of the fairy babies to their mommies and daddies.  Maybe you’d like to have a manicure while I do all the work.”

Myrtle lowered the umbrella to see if it had some eyes she could look into, but as soon as she did, Big Bad Spider spotted her.

“Mmmmm,” she purred.  “A little midnight snack for me.” She lowered herself from the web on a line of silk.

“Use the poison in the tea cup,” shouted Sprite.

Myrtle saw a cup sitting by her mother’s rocking chair.  She didn’t have time to think. She grabbed it.  It was filled with what looked like tea.  Big Bad Spider landed behind her.  She spun around and flung the contents into the spider’s face.  The spider staggered back.

While this was happening, Umbrella had flown up and grabbed the silk she’d used to lower herself.

“Stand back!” said Umbrella to Myrtle.

Myrtle backed up and landed in her mother’s lap.

Umbrella flew around and around the spider, tying her up in her own silk.

Sprite and Violet cheered.

“That doesn’t look like it will hold her for long,” said Myrtle.

“Thanks for saving my life would be nice, and you’re welcome, Miss Critic.  I suspect you’re right, though.  Let’s get those two fairies,” said Umbrella.

Myrtle’s mom had woken up in all the commotion.

“Myrtle, take these,” she said, pulling her knitting off of her knitting needles and handing the needles to Myrtle.

Umbrella flew Myrtle up to where the fairies were X’ed and used the knitting needles to tease off the silk.  Finally, the fairies were free.

Unfortunately, so was Big Bad Spider, who was about to grab Mrytle’s mom.

“Fairy babies,” shouted Violet, “Plan B.  Bottle attack, now!”

Dozens of baby fairies jumped out of their beds, grabbed their bottles and started squirting Big Bad Spider with them.  Mrytle’s Mom backed out of the way.

“No,” yelled the spider.  “Bad babies!  After everything I’ve done for you.”

But that was all she said, for she was fast asleep.

The babies flew everywhere, laughing and throwing their bedcovers over the spider.

“Nighty-night, Big Bad Spider,” one of them said.

And the rest joined in the chorus.

“Nighty, night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

They flew up the stairs, followed by Sprite and Violet.

Myrtle and her Mom, though, held each other and cried with joy to be together again.

“I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I love you!”

Myrtle’s mom was weak, though.  She couldn’t walk up all of those stairs.  Umbrella came and carried them up.

“Thank you, Magic Umbrella,” said Myrtle and her mom.

“That’s more like it,” said Magic Umbrella as he lowered them to the soft moss amid the dozens of shrieking fairy babies.

TO BE CONTINUED–Come back tomorrow (possibly Sunday) for the exciting conclusion!!!!!

In the meantime, thanks for stopping by!

I’m in Naperville (Illinois) at the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Wild Wild Midwest Conference.  The story’s written, but I’m too tired for artwork today.  But I put in some oldies but goodies that have a tenuous relationship to the story — the fairies above and

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This really cool photo I took of a tree at Butchart Gardens on Vancouver Island

 

This is y day in the A to Z Challenge–in the home stretch!

 

 

 

I am a writer, handworker, artist and teacher (a WHAT!), and a mom of two beautiful daughters who are amazingly 17 and 21. I am working on getting my first book, a fantasy novel for young people, published and am busy spinning on my new spinning wheel. I have been a Waldorf early childhood teacher for 10 years now, and before that, I was a lawyer. Teaching is much more fun.

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