The Six Months Forgotten

Case Closed

Sixth hour

"Alright, everything should be hooked up correctly." Fairy Mother pause before turning to me, "If you have any problems, Mrs. Radcliffe is at her desk." 

"Thanks Miss Mother Fairy." I smile before she bids me good day. I turn back to the video caller thing.

"Please pick up." I wisper before flicking the thing on. My Dad immediately answers, in human form.

"Cassandra Darling!" He cheers, grinning widely.

"Hi Dad." I beam. Oh thank Walt Disney he's not at work!

"Oh, Darling, it's so good to see you again. Though I must admit, you and the VKs put on quite a show last Monday and I did notice a certain spud had joined the batter?" He raises an eyebrow for me to pin my ears back.

"Heh, yeah I kinda got into a catnip field and wanted to check each sniffy weeds and it just went up the rabbit hole from there." I admit for him to chuckle.

"Well, gives you a wake up chime to be reasonable with your medicine." He smiles, "But crowning party aside, how have you been?"

"Eh, could be futterwacking, could be being chased by a Bandersnatch." I sigh, "This last week's been sticky tape on the counter."

"What happened Darling?"

"Well, wedding day, I had to baby squash, and the daisy wasn't bad or anything. I artichoke-ly had fun, but yesterday some kids were teasing me about the whole gible-dwarf."

"Did you try putting orange juice in their shoes? I know that works."

"Nah, I stood on their heads today. Besides, I already put tartar sauce in someone's shoop-a-doobs last week, and accidently slapped a pack in Muscle's mustard cap during lunch." I say for him to laugh.

"Ah, that's my Cassandra! Mischief exfoliator! Hahaha!"

"So how's everyone in Cray fish town?"

"Nutty as usual, Darling. Jackie boy's now leader of the Hall of dragon croquet team. Hattie's son has taken over the blue glue shop. Long ears is now running Jingling Bell Boutique, and Cotton ball is running the clock shop."

"And you?"

"Oh," His smile faulters a bit. "I'm, I'm just, trying to get used of an empty laundry basket."

"I miss you too Dad." I smile, "But I guess, you know we won't be coming back."

"I know Darling," He pauses, "and my main concern is that you are happy . . . and safe."

"I am Dad. I've got a few home hairballs but I'm okay. Even better, now that I can video chat."

"Well good." He smiles, "I've already sent your important splatter supplies, your strummy slammer, and your wacket stuff in the wood fish for you."

"Oh perfect, I'll be needing my bucket. I have an art propeller and the monkey wife l never said what medium we had to use." I blink, "Medium? Medium, mad, madness, mace, macaroon, macaroni, macadamia. . ."

"Ah, preparing for Frabjous day are we? Darling, you know that's months away."

"I know Dad, but Pixie's the one that started it. She told me to say all the things that start with M so I would be diplomatic while Ribbion gouged out my eyelids. Now, I just have to flipper-dip the game." I shrug for him to laugh.

"Well, keep on your nose with it. As for your art Leslies, whatever you make, I'd love to eye chuck it." He says before the door rug clicks.

"Oh that's the Tweedles. I guess I have to go." He sighs, "Stay safe my Darling."