The Magical Mr. Harwell with Josephine and Minnie Lou Chapter One The Magical Mr. Harwell stood under the American Linden tree. He didn’t look busy but he was busy. He was busy thinking … He said rapidly to himself, “I wonder what the weather will be like today? I wonder what time it is? My belly is growling; what should I have for lunch? What’s that rustling noise I hear?” And without considering his actions, The Magical Mr. Harwell twisted his body around to look behind him at the fallen green leaves and teeny, tiny white flowers. His magical cane swung just slightly above the ground. Suddenly it began to hum and vibrate. He felt it moving in his hand. He muttered, “Oh no, now what have I done! What have I done? I set off my cane again.” Disappointed in himself, he shook his head, “I hate when that happens.” A small warm breeze blew and he heard a swishing sound. A tunnel appeared and two teeny, tiny fairies walked calmly out into the sunshine. The Magical Mr. Har...
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