Writers Untie!

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But then Mr. Toad stopped speaking with a loud crooooak. Before Jeremiah could react, Mr Toad was lying face down in a mud puddle...apparently unconscious.

Jeremiah took several steps backwards in horror. Mr Toad...the only one who would know how to reach Lucinda Toadstool...and now his pocket was flattened, and Mr Toad was-- well, he looked pretty flat too. Jeremiah let out a great fairy sigh in despair. He would never get wings, never, never. As he sat down beside Mr. Toad's dead body, Jeremiah let the tears fall and fall, until there was a great puddle at his feet. All of his dreams for a career, maybe even a wife--they were crushed now, crushed. No one would want to marry a fair without any wings. They would think he was a fraud. But as he looked through his tears at the great puddle he had created, he saw in it the most extraodinary thing...something that might help things to look up for him after all! It was...

posted by Lindsey Charlton @ 3:33 PM