The Spell

Flora was so mad! She had planned to cast a spell at the king’s ball but had been a little too late. By the time all the fairies had completed their spells, Flora was still downstairs eating cake. By the time she made it up the stairs, it was just too late! Flora was so mad she could just spit.

“Why am I always a day late and a dollar short?” she asked herself.

Flora was smaller than most of the other fairies, so people didn’t take her very seriously. She had a high, squeaky voice, and that didn’t help the situation much.

Flora’s reputation was further marred by the fact that she always got her spells mixed up. You never knew what you would get with one of Flora’s spells.

The king always took pity on Flora and always invited her back, but Flora knew that it wasn’t because he had confidence in her.

As the crowd moved away from the line of fairies, Flora held up her wand. She knew it was too late, but she wanted to cast her spell anyway. She closed her eyes and said the words of the spell slowly and distinctly. Flora felt the jiggle of her wand and opened her eyes. There before her, crawling all over the dance floor were lizards. Flora could hardly believe her eyes. She looked up to the king and saw his crown fall off his lizard head.