Day Fifty-One and a Wedding
Dear Diary,
Minutes later, I step through the Pixieland ley door and into the Summer Citadel. The place is as deserted and dusty as ever. Cobwebs handle from the ceiling, reminding me of so many hanging vines. If this were a minstrel’s song, I’d race through the deserted tower and leap out into the Buttercup Forest. In my real life, I snort in a cobweb and have a mini-coughing fit.
In no time, I’m back at it. I slip out of the citadel, through the Buttercup forest and steal up to the summer palace. Once I reach the gardens, I freeze.
I’d seen a new topiaries outside Griff’s house. That’s nothing compared to what’s happening behind the new summer palace.
Someone’s been a busy boy.
Neat rows of green trees—all shaped into the form of elves and humans—stretch
