The Magical Mr. Harwell with Josephine and Minnie Lou

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. Harwell declared, “This is the most special magic I ever made.”

Chapter Two

Josephine, the taller of the two fairies, giggled and said, “What can we do for you sir?” Minnie Lou coughed a little. She was nervous because they rarely get any company.

The Magical Mr. Harwell asked, “What special powers do you have?”

Minnie Lou explained, “We keep the stars in our portal during the day. We only let them out of the tunnel at night.”

Josephine added, “That way they never burn out. The stars in the sky will glow forever.”

The Magical Mr. Harwell was happy that he found the fairies. He never knew they were there. He said, “Thank you for the important work you do.”

And then he turned to walk away. Uh oh! The spinning of his body turned on his magic cane again.

What will he discover next?

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