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understand one word, but I don’t want
to either. What intrigues me more is what this tree can do. “Tree
of wishes, you said? Is that a random name you gave it, or is there
a deeper meaning?”
    Putting down
the watering can, Bre stems her fists to her slim waist and tilts
her head. “What do you think, James? That I take a sip of
creativity juice every morning and then give common plants exotic
names?”
    Obviously, that’s not what she’s doing. At
her wry look, I gulp and shake my head.
    “This little fellow here will soon carry
fruits. With the potion you just helped me to hone, it might happen
within the next month…instead of the usual ten years we have to
wait on a new tree.” She turns and starts to walk back. “Bring the
can,” she tells me over her shoulder. I hurry to follow her and
hear more about the tree. “Once the fruits are ripe and a person
eats one, they can make a wish. But beware, wishes are tricky.
Remona ate a fruit a hundred and ten years ago. She wished she
wouldn’t have to work around the house and help me in the garden
for a decade.”
    “Did she get that wish fulfilled?”
    “ Oh yes, she
did.” Her face scrunches up. “She caught
a nasty disease that bound her to bed for the entire time. Good
thing she didn’t wish for a century…”
    This is totally weird but, heck, so awesome.
I’m thinking about the wish I would make if I had the chance to. I
sure would word it right, avoiding possible side-effects.
    “It won’t help you find Angel,” Bre states
dryly, dashing all my hopes in a millisecond. “I told you what you
have to do first. And then bring me a rainbow. You shall be able to
find her then.”
    Taking off my hat, I rake my hand through my
hair. “This is impossible. How should I ever catch a rainbow?”
    “ Nothing is
impossible, James Hook. You only have to do it.” Bre’Shun leads me
through the high hall in the tiny house to the front again. Before
we exit together, I glimpse a fluffy brown rabbit in the corner
with hanging ears and a trembling little tail. A fox is lying on
the stony windowsill. The tea? I’ll never get used to this place.
But it’s always a pleasure to come here and be
surprised.
    By the gate at the fence, the fairy squeezes
my hand as she says goodbye. Another ice-cold shiver zooms through
my limbs. I lick my lips that feel cold and numb. They must have
turned blue from what I can tell. Slipping my hand out of hers, I
turn and start to walk away.
    Bre’Shun’s voice follows me. “Make him break
the spell, Jamie, and you are free to go.”
    If only it was so simple. I slide a glance
over my shoulder. Her gaze is on me, friendly, but intense.
Mystical. It raises a bad feeling inside me. “There’s more, isn’t
there?” I say in a low voice as I stop.
    Bre inclines her head and rubs her arms as if
she’s feeling the cold she emits for the first time herself. “Dear
boy, there’s always more.”

 
Peter Pan
     
    SNEAKING THROUGH THE underbrush of the
jungle, I place my forefinger to my lips and then signal Loney and
Skippy behind me that the enemy is just in front. Loney pulls at
the ears of his fox hat in return, showing he understood. Skippy
wiggles his own big ears.
    The others are merely steps away. If we
attack at the right moment, we win this game, and Toby, Sparky,
Stan and Tami have to cook us dinner tonight.
    I chew a handful of clover, spit it in my
hand and form a lump of it, which I shove into the reed
blowtube—the only weapon allowed in this game. Gliding up a tree, I
land hunkering on a massive branch. If I can surprise them from
above, victory is under our belt. Without a sound, I crawl forward
on the branch then reach out to flatten a nest of leaves in my
way.
    Bad mistake.
    Behind the leaves, I find a sneering pixie
with sparkling green eyes and pointy ears sticking out of her
golden locks. She has a blowpipe at her mouth and, fluttering
excitedly with her gossamer wings, she spits a lump of slimy greens
dead