Mischief in the Mushroom Patch

By Amanda M. Thrasher

Where do fairies get their magical fairy dust? After leaving the mushroom patch without permission, two mischievous fairies find themselves in more trouble than they can handle. Boris, with a broken ankle and a bent wing, is unable to walk or fly, and Lilly must devise a plan to escort him safely back to the mushroom patch. As with all actions, there are consequences! Lilly and Boris have broken colony rules and wasted precious fairy dust. Sentenced to work in the dust factory, the two learn a valuable lesson about the production of fairy dust, but can they survive the foreman?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Progressive Rising Phoenix Press, LLC
• Release date: Feb 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781944277833

Amanda M. Thrasher

Amanda M. Thrasher was born in England, moved to Texas, and resides there still. She's the award-winning author of YA, General Fiction, MG, Early Reader Chapter, and Picture books. Amanda is a multiple Gold Recipient of The Mom's Choice Awards® (MCA), earning the award in multiple categories including YA, General Fiction, and Early Reader Chapter Books. She is a two-time Gold Medal winner of the Readers' Favorite International Book awards, a New Apple Literary Award winner, and an NTBF award winner. Amanda continues to write, speak, and conducts workshops for all ages. As the Chief Executive Officer at Progressive Rising Phoenix Press, in addition to her regular duties, she assists authors with their work and shares her writing and publishing experience with others through school visits, trade conferences, and writing workshops. Amanda was contracted to write a graphic novel for the Driving on the Right Side of the Road Program. The publication is part of the Driving on the Right Side of the Road (DRSR) program, developed by the Law-Related Education Department of the State Bar of Texas Law Focused Education, Inc., and the Texas Municipal Courts Education Center with funding from the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals and the Texas Department of Transportation. The purpose of the program is to offer a preventive educational program to encourage responsible decision-making when it comes to obeying traffic laws and to following safe practices. The graphic novel titled “What If ? A Story of Shattered Lives” was adapted into a reader's theater for as few as five speakers or as many as twenty-six and remains part of the DRSR program. CAPTAIN FIN was based on a screenplay. Amanda was contracted to adapt the screenplay into a novel for director, actor, and producer Kevin James O'Neill.

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Mischief

in the

Mushroom Patch

Also by Amanda M. Thrasher

The Mischief Series

Book 1 • Mischief in the Mushroom Patch

Book 2 • A Fairy Match in the Mushroom Patch

Book 3 • A Spider Web Scramble in the Mushroom Patch

The Ghost of Whispering Willow

Sadie’s Fairy Tea Party

The Greenlee Project

There’s a Gator Under My Bed!

Bitter Betrayal

Captain Fin

Mischief in

the Mushroom

Patch

Amanda M. Thrasher

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recording, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher.

Text Copyright © 2012 Amanda M. Thrasher

All rights reserved.

Published 2012 by Rising Phoenix Press, LLC.

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www.amandamthrasher.com

ISBN: 978-1-9442778-3-3

Ebook by Kalpart

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Formatting by Polgarus Studio

This book is dedicated to Irene Yvonne Mulroy. She would have adored Lily, embraced Boris, and giggled at precious little Jack!

She laughs and dances still.

Table of Contents

1 • Lost In The Woods

2 • Injured

3 • Panic In The Mushroom Patch

4 • The Plan

5 • Search Party

6 • Consequences

7 • No Visitors

8 • Jack

9 • Boris

10 • Punishment Assigned

11 • Dust Factory

12 • The Foreman

13 • Dust Production

14 • Lesson Learned

15 • Doling Out The Dust

1 • LOST IN THE WOODS

Lilly knelt down in the middle of the daisy patch and carefully placed the basket beside her. She ran her hand over the daisies as she wondered which one to pick. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the perfect one. Gently she snapped the stalk and laid the beautiful daisy carefully in her basket. Lost in her thoughts, she was not prepared for what happened next. It started with a very unusual sound, and it sounded as if it were headed directly toward her.

Ahhhhh, Ohhhhh, Awwwww.

Lilly stopped gathering daisies, jumped up and stared into the treetops. Branches were snapping like twigs and leaves were scattering everywhere.

What on Earth is that? she asked herself, puzzled. I could have sworn in the midst of all the ruckus I heard a cry.

Ahhhhh, Awwwww, Ohhhhhh.

There it was again, only this time the sound was clear. It was a scream. Someone or something was definitely in major distress.

Lilly continued to follow the sound. It was without question getting closer. She glanced around and decided it was in her best interest to hide or at the very least get out of the way. Just as she jumped behind a large oak tree she heard yet another cry; this one, unlike the others, was recognizable.

Oh no, this is going to hurt, a voice said echoing through the treetops, and a body tumbled in the midst of scattering leaves and broken branches toward the forest floor.

The voice was closer than ever and Lilly was scared.

Oh no! she screamed. It’s coming.

She clung to the trunk of the large oak that she was hiding behind and waited for the inevitable, for the thing to land. She closed her eyes, hoping against hope that this thing wouldn’t actually land on her. One last piercing scream filled the air. Whatever this thing was, it hit the ground extremely hard, tumbling for several feet and landing smack in the middle of a large pile of debris—dried leaves, broken branches, and, of all things, a huge pile of nettles.

Barely daring to breathe, Lilly opened one eye. Her heart was pounding louder than ever, so hard that she thought it might actually jump out of her chest. Too afraid to move, she waited to see what would happen next.

Oh, please help me; someone, please help me, a voice whimpered.

Lilly opened her other eye. Wait a minute, she thought, that voice sounds awfully familiar.

Help me, please, she heard again.

Lilly’s eyes grew huge. I know that voice, she thought. She ran over to the nettle patch and stared in disbelief. Boris, Boris is that you?

The pile suddenly broke apart as a mangled figure tried gingerly to stand up.

Lilly, aw, Lilly, is that you?

Lilly rushed over to help Boris. Carefully she knocked the leaves off his clothes and tried very hard to clear a narrow path with her foot so that Boris could step out of the pile. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Boris had fallen from the treetops; this couldn’t be good.

Boris looked awful. His whole body was shaking and his skin was pale. Lilly noticed that he was clearly in pain. He had taken a tumble and, though not sure how fast he had been flying, she knew it must have been too fast causing him to lose control.

Lilly, ah, I think I’ve broken my leg, Boris sobbed as he tried to put his weight on his leg. He managed to stop crying just long enough to add, And I think I’ve even broken my wing, or bent it at the very least.

He was right; it was definitely bent.

Lilly was still in shock that Boris had fallen out of the sky. She said the first thing that came to mind.

Boris, why did you just fall out of the sky?

She put his arm over her shoulder and helped him to a nearby log. Boris tried very hard to be brave, but the pain was excruciating. He held onto Lilly as tight as he possibly could as she gently lowered him down onto the log.

Boris started to answer Lilly’s question, but he just couldn’t. He motioned for her to wait a moment while he composed himself. Finally he managed to pull himself together long enough to speak.

Oh, Lilly, I’m in so much pain, and I’m guessing trouble, too, he sobbed. Pain and trouble a very bad combination indeed.

He tried to wipe away his tears as they rolled down his little round cheeks, but after a while, he just let them flow. Holding his face gently in his hands, his shoulders shaking, he just sobbed and sobbed.

Lilly felt terrible for Boris and honestly thought that she might burst into tears as well. She took a deep breath, fanned her face with her tiny hands, and pulled out a clean handkerchief.

Here, she whispered softly as she handed it to Boris. Don’t worry Boris; everything is going to be just fine.

Although she honestly didn’t know how that would be, she didn’t dare say a word; she simply smiled sympathetically as she patted poor Boris on the back.

Boris eventually dried his eyes, managed a slight smile of his own, and then pointed to his leg.

I really do think it’s broke, you know, he whispered.

He tried to move it just to be sure. Ah yes, he cried, It’s broken. The pain was unbearable.

Lilly nodded, Boris, I’m afraid I think you might be right. She hesitated for just a moment before pointing at Boris’s shoe. We should probably try to take your shoe off before the swelling sets in. She glanced at Boris’s face; he looked as if his heart had jumped into his throat. Well, what do you think, should we try to take off your shoe? she asked again.