Some Try, Brisbys Do

Flying Dreams

Dream by night, wish by day
Love begins this way
Night's a friend with love to spend
Each new day

Kristy watched as Elizabeth sat by Timmy. The boy had finally woken up, still as sick as before. Elizabeth began feeding Timmy the broth with the medicine in it as the children gathered around the opening as they watched their mother take care of their youngest brother.

Bless your heart, bless your soul
Let your dreams come true
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you

"Cynthia!" Kristy whispered as the child ran into the bedroom.

Elizabeth wanted the children to stay away from Timmy, worried that what he had was contagious. She didn't want any of the other children to get sick and so close to moving day. Theresa followed her sister. Cynthia smiled as she looked over the bed and leaned in close to Timmy. Theresa pushed her down away from the bed, trying to keep her away from Timmy.

Love, it seems, made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, these wings were meant
To prove once more

That love is the key

"How are you feeling, dear?" Kristy asked as she approached the bed.

Timmy shook his head and yawned still feeling tired and weak.

"Is Timmy going to die?" Cynthia asked.

"No, sweetheart", Elizabeth answered. "He's just very sick."

"What's the matter with him, Mother?" Theresa asked.

"Mr. Ages called it... pneumonia."

"Pneumonia?" she repeated.

"When will he get better?" Cynthia asked.

"Soon, I hope", Elizabeth answered.

As you wish, as you will
Dream a flying start
Love and care, the power's there
Trust your heart, trust your heart

As soon as the bowl of broth was empty, Kristy placed a damp rag over Timmy's head to bring down his fever. Elizabeth watched as Timmy closed his eyes, going back to sleep. She stood and looked at the children.

"Off to bed with you, now", she whispered.

She kissed the children goodnight as they went to bed. Elizabeth and Kristy went to the other room to let them sleep in peace.

"Will that medicine really help Timmy?" Kristy asked.

"Mr. Ages said it'll bring down his fever", Elizabeth answered. "He needs to stay in bed for three weeks. The chill in the air could kill him."

Kristy looked at her alarmed. Three weeks? But what about moving day? Auntie Shrew said moving day was at hand. How were they going to move Timmy?

"Are you going to go to bed?" Elizabeth asked putting out the candles.

"You go on ahead", Kristy said. "I'm going to go outside for a minute."

Elizabeth nodded and blew out the candles before going to bed. Kristy crawled out of the opening and stood outside. It was so quiet and peaceful tonight. She climbed onto their stone house and looked up at the stars and watched them twinkle.

"I wish you were here, Jonathan", Kristy said. "Your wife needs you. Your kids need you."

She sighed as she looked away to the Fitzgibbons' farm house which was a mile away from their house. A bit of movement caught her eye as she watched. An electric cord was being taken from the house by a group of the rats.

"What in the world...?"

Kristy scampered to the large stone near the house to get a better look. She climbed to the top and looked at the rosebush near the farmhouse. Her tail twitched as she watched a glowing light come from the bush.

"What are they doing in there?" Kristy wondered.

She yawned too tired to care about it right now. She would go and ask Justin in the morning. She climbed down the stone and back into the house. Elizabeth and the children were already asleep. Kristy crawled into her bed and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep.