As they approached the shoreline, the scaley creatures crouched, looking round cautiously. One kept low to the ground as he made a run for the woods.

Tuesday:

Good day to you, my sweet Lady. My but you spin a good yarn!

Skyking:

Further out at sea, a small fort sat in the shipping lane. Around the base, movement could just be seen as creatures swam near the surface of the water towards the shore.

A little ~ Just noticed darksideclown. Good to see you back on-line old chap.

ughaibu: The angel looked up at the huge shadow.
'Come, child. Do not be afraid' said the Shadow. 'Spread your wings and take a gentle flight with me. Let me take you away from here.'

ughaibu: The young angel sat crying, a hyperdermic lay broken on the floor.
As she sobbed, shaking and trembling with fear, a shadow appeared at the window.

Lucky man, that Bwilderedman! boo hoo! The Hare sits crying in his rabbit hole.

Running into the dining room, Mr Hare grabs a bottle of Souther Comfort and hops away to the nearest rabbit hole ~ hastily retreating from the horse.

A man may look, my Lady. A man may enjoy what he sees, my Lady.
T'would be a duller place without such damsels to view, and I am not afraid to say so!

My Lady! Me - run? I think not. I also fence.

My day is complete! She speaks as well! Music to my ears, my dear!

The table was laden with all kinds of delicacies and beautifully decorated, as was the rest of the house.
'Your home is quite something,' said Brad.

My Lady Tuesday ~ I woke saddened because it is Monday. Then I came in here. Suddenly my spirits are soaring again ~ for here 'tis Tuesday, every single day. What Joy!

June came in doors. 'Brad, how good of you to come.' She kissed him on one cheek and greeted Christine similarly. Picking up her glass of sherry, she sat down in an armchair.

'Dinner is Served' Announced a voice.

Christine looked round. She could not see anyone. Brad caught her eye and pointed to a speaker in one corner.

Brad offered an arm to June as Ward did the same to his wife, and they all went into the dining room for dinner.

My Lady Tuesday ~ (bows) ~ a pleasure to see you, my dear. You make me wish every day was Tuesday.

My Lady Tuesday ~ a pleasure to meet such a vision of loveliness.
Enchanted, my dear :-D (bows)

As his body burned in the driver's seat his ghostly form emerged and walked slowly away.

A mist was creeping round the base of the tree.'Is it me, George, or is it getting foggy?' Cecil was becoming anxious as the whole are around the tree was becoming cloaked in a blanket of very cold mist.
George wormed his way hastily back up the elastic, shivering as the cold fog touched his body. 'brrrrrrrrrrrrr' muttered George.

A door opened in the side of the tree, and out stepped one of the ugliest fairies you could every hope to see.
'Botheration!' said the fairy.'Icemachine is set too high again!' Coughing a bit in the foggy area, she raised her wand:
'I am the Fairy of the Oak Tree' she announced. 'I will grant you one wish each,' she said to the astonished George and Cecil'
Sebastian Spider opened one eye, yawned, and went back to sleep, thinking: 'Good grief! not again .... wish she would get that icemaking machine fixed.' as he dozed off once more he switched to 'auto mode' and spun extra webbing to keep warm. 'brrrrrrrrrrrr Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

George blinked a bit. One wish. He couldn't believe his luck! Without any hesitation he immediately said ' I want to be able to fly ~ more than anything in the World, it's my greatest dream.'

Glenda, the Oak Tree Fairy, cackled, waved her wand and a futfut fut sound was heard, a bit like an outboard motor that wouldn't start. 'Damn! ' she muttered. 'Engine's cold again'
George watched as Glenda's wart-covered face reddened with annoyance. Her long black cloak was open to show off a body that resembled a sack of porridge, all lumpy and appearing to overflow from the loose string vest she wore. Her spindly legs were all nobbly and had hairs sticking out all over them, all going in different directions, rather like her orange hair, so that George couldn't help wondering if she had put her finger in a plug socket or something.
'One moment, young Worm.! Glenda tapped the wand on the tree trunk.
A sort of spluttering coughing sound was heard and then fut-fut-fut BANG! 'There' Said Glenda, looking pleased. That should fix it! waving the wand in George's direction, she added' Give this Worm his wish!'
George felt what he thought was some kind of mild electric shock. Then nothing.

Cecil, in the mean time, was thinking hard. He wanted to see more of the World, but he didn't want to fly exactly. But he had seen people in air balloons sometimes, and often wondered what it would be like to go in one. So, after careful thought, he said politely: 'Please, Miss. I would lke to have an air balloon, so that I too may see more of the World'
Glenda cackled once more. 'Hehehe! then that is what you shall have, oh many~limbed One!'
She aimed the wand at Cecil. He too felt a mild electric shock, then nothing.
As the two friends stared at Glenda's rather daunting figure, they realised the mist was beginning to clear.
'Eeeeheheheh!' Glenda cackled. 'Be sure to use your gifts to the full!'
'Thank you ' chorussed Georege and Cecil, as Glenda turned back towards the open door. ' Thank you very much'
Glenda disappeared back into the tree and the hinges creaked as she closed the door.
Slowly the mist began to clear.
George and Cecil climbed down from their lofty branch and sat looking at each other.