"Molly!" I said while running after her. "Molly, wait up!" "Oh, hello." molloy said as nothing strange had happened in the past hour. "Two thing: One, how did YOU get here? And two, how do I get back to Oregon?" I said." One, same as you did silly." Molly said while a smile appeared on her face. “Two, there is a door in one of the weeping willow trees in the garden that will transport you back to Oregon.” Molly said. “Piece of cake.” I said. “One thing: how are we going to find the right weeping willow that has the door? I mean, there must be some easy way to find the door.” I said. “ I guess so.” Molly said. “ Does this place have a library?” I asked. “ I believe so.” Molly answered. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I said. After a few flights of stairs and a couple of hallways, we finally came to the library. “ Whoa, this place is huge!” I said. “ Do you think the library has a book about the hidden rooms or trap doors of the palace?” I asked. “ Well, I just found a book titled The Secrets of the Royal Palace.” Molly said. “ I think luck is on our side today.” I said. Molly opened up the book. She looked through the table of contents. “Transportation, transportation.” Molly said. “Ah Ha!” “Transportation.” I said. ‘To find the weeping willow you seek, befriend a fairy who will then lead the way.’ Molly read. “How do we find a fairy?” I asked. “That’s easy.” Molly said. “ There are tons of fairies in the meadow.” “Ok,” I said, “let’s find a fairy!” We walked and walked until our feet hurt. Soon after, I saw floating lights. I saw a floating light resting on a mushroom. I went over to the light and crouched down.” “Excuse me,” I said , “would you mind helping my friend and me?” I said. The fairy had long strawberry blonde hair and a dress made out of a rose petal. “Oh dear me, I wouldn’t mind at all!” Said the fairy, “ Just follow me!” We followed the fairy into the garden. It was getting late and the sun was beginning to set. We continued to follow the fairy onto a stone pathway. We followed it for about an hour. We turned to the right, off the path. The fairy was now the only source of light. “Here we are!” the fairy chirped happily. In front of us stood a weeping willow that was the elder of them all. There was a handle on the trunk of the tree. I pulled it open. “Well, I thank you for helping us find the door Uh....” “Rosemary.” The fairy said. “ Thank you, Rosemary.” I said. “We Must be on our way.” Molly said. “Thank you again!” I said. “Any time!” Rosemary said. Molly and I stepped through the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was back in Oregon.
The End
