“Oh! Do! Do!” cried one and all.
“Very well, we will both wish for her to come, then we can’t possibly fail whichever way it breaks.”
And so snap went the bone, but much dismayed they were when it was found each held the short end, for the centre had taken to itself wings.
“Oh, I wish she would come anyhow!” they chorused, and once more from the flames sprang the Story Elf.
“You do not need to break wishbones to bring me. All that is necessary is just to wish, and here I am,” she announced.
“This time I want to tell you more about a story you all know very well. It is called:
AND PIPED THOSE CHILDREN BACK AGAIN.
“Don’t you love the Pied Piper story, and didn’t your heart almost stop beating when the door in the mountain closed, shutting the children in?