We didn’t know what to make of it. Was it a riddle, was it a rhyme? It must mean something.Penny wondered why we were looking at her so oddly. Well, at least Penny was back, but from where we didn’t know. She couldn’t recall a thing, she thought she’d just fallen asleep, as she so often does.
A beautiful brightly colored sphere of light floated down toward us. It was Breahilda. She had felt our anguish and heard our cry for help. Though she could do little, perhaps a little would do enough.
Breahilda explained that Penny’s rhyme spoke of opposites and in opposites was the key. That the key wasn’t an object of real, but an essence of thought, which lies within. Turning to me she added, “Look deep in your heart, Chloe, for there you will find the key.”
She could say no more, except that when the task was complete we try the red slippers one more time. She now knew why they hadn’t worked: We were still needed here. Breahilda wished us well and drifted away in her sphere of light.
The thought of going home set our minds wandering. Home, to dance with my lady and laze with the cuddle, to burn brownies and play rousing games of Pinochle.It was time to go home.
Hugs,
Miss Chloe ♥
