The
Celebration
“Look at the
lovebirds!” said Molly, delighted to see Prince and Kelly speaking softly to
each other, as they held hands and dangled their feet in the water. “This is so
romantic!”
“It
is silly,” replied Moe. “I’ll never do that with a colleen!”
“You
will, too,” replied Molly, smiling.
Timothy
was making dancing slippers for Molly and Moe, even though Moe insisted he did
not want to dance in front of strangers.
“It’ll
be fun,” Kelly promised.
Meanwhile,
Tauren and Jon were building a fire pit. Then, they unloaded the contents of
the boat and raft and put everything into the room Prince had found. Tauren
made Irish stew for supper, while Jon concocted something green to drink.
“This
is very pretty,” said Kelly. In the evening light, they could see a fire on the
far shoreline. “It’s our very first celebration.”
“And
a wonderful one, it is too,” replied Prince. He was in love. Kelly was shy, but
stayed close to him, even when the children were around. “We will be together,
forever.”
After
supper, Timothy pulled out his flute, Tauren, his fiddle and a drum for Jon.
They played catchy, alluring Irish tunes. Prince and Kelly taught the
children how to dance an Irish jig. Soon, Molly and Moe were the center of
attention and had everyone dancing. Later, as they sat in front of the fire pit, Tauren
passed around a platter of scones, while Jon took charge of the drinks.
“This
is so perfect,” thought Kelly. “And I still have three more wishes.”
“The
world can be so perfect,” thought Prince. “I was a frog, and now…”
Suddenly,
he spotted the lifeboat heading towards them.
“We’re
getting company,” he said calmly. “But, we don’t know who they are.”
For
their protection, Timothy, Tauren, Jon and the children, all disappeared into
the room at the base of the chimney, while Prince and Kelly climbed up the
ladder to the fireplace hearth and pulled the ladder up after them.
As
the embers died down, they cuddled close together, watching the moon, like true
romantics.
“We
are safe here.”
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