Now, when Medy made a promise with Lanie, she had problems with the poorest person in the class, Dieny. Most people think poor people are shy, but this one was bossy, sort of like a bully. Whenever Medy was totally miserable from Dieny, she went to Lanie. So when Lanie had a sad face, when she went to visit, she knew something was wrong. “Lanie, what’s wrong?”, asked Medy. Lanie didn’t answer; she just tossed Medy a paper. ‘Dear Laneelella(So that’s her real name, thought Medy), The chipmunks heard you have a visitor, a human, no? Well, tell her to KEEP OUT, because the human is most likely to tell someone the secrets of the Angels in the Woods. We are quite concerned about our territory; we don’t want intruders spreading stories about us and our place(How dare they think Medy would even think of doing that, Lanie silently fumed.). We hope to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER hear of this again. With Our Best Regards, The Circle of Angels Council.’
What!!, raged the voice in Medy’s head. “Well, I can never see you. What can we do?” The angel and Medy had grown to be the greatest of friends, and now Lanie was speaking with tears in her eyes. “We could”, suggested Medy,”talk to the Council.” Lanie snorted. As if! But it’s a pretty good plan, nonetheless, thought Lanie. “Okay, meet me tomorrow by the eighth tree on the left beside the green stump on the right.” “Great, see you there, Lanie!” Lanie waved and smiled weakly. The next day. . . .
To be continued. . . . .