The Magic

“Please help my father,” said Roxane, a ten-year-old girl with long black hair, as she knelt beside her bed looking out the window at a bright star in the sky. “My father needs help with his business, and he is very sad.”

Roxane stood up and crawled into bed and was soon asleep.

In a nearby forest, a bright light shone down from the sky, into a little clearing deep in the woods. The leaves on the trees rustled, and the grasses waved as a strong wind suddenly blow over the land.

Fairies peeked around trees and from behind rocks to see a man with a long white beard standing in the middle of the clearing.

“It’s ok, little ones,” he said with a deep gentle voice. “I have a job for you.”

The fairies came out from their hiding places and walked toward the man.

“What job do you have for us, father,” said Joni, the oldest of the group?

“A little girl asked that I help her father,” he said waving his arm in a circle revealing the scene of Roxane on her knees.

“Oh, she is so cute,” said one fairy, stepping forward to inspect the scene.

“Her father, thirty-two-year-old Henry Phillips, owns a construction company,” said the man. “he has been working long hours because he can’t find anyone to work for him. He has very little money left, and he worries he will not finish the job in time to get paid.”

“Yes, we will help him,” said Joni proudly.

“He can’t know that it is you that is helping,” said the man.

“Yes, we know the rules,” said Joni. “We will start preparing immediately.”