Ley Wendavik and the 3 Little Fairies by Werley Nortreus - HTML preview

The XII Chapter

The Day I Built The Treehouse

Part 1

When my parents were in Jamaica, a thought crossed my mind.

What kind of thoughts, if you ask?

I was unfazed by how absurd it might seem; despite the forest being home to a Spirit that governed the area, I decided to construct a small wooden structure resembling a treehouse on a branch of the Magical Tree in the center of the forest. Well, on that day, which happened to be the fifth day of the weekend, a Friday afternoon, I purchased several wooden planks and tools, and had my horse carry them in a cart with two wheels I used for transporting paintings and other items. But since last night before that day, I had already sketched and designed the treehouse blueprint as an architect would. So, it appears that the saying holds the truth: if you truly want to accomplish something, you will always find a way to do it without making excuses.

Indeed, before that moment, it was Thursday night, I was alone in my house, as my parents were away, and they weren't there to keep calling me to assist them with various tasks, being their only child, of course. “What should I draw before bedtime?”

“Can I create something intriguing?” I asked myself while in my room. Then, the Magical Tree came to mind, and an idea struck me to build a treehouse on one of its branches.

“Alright, that's it!”

“I think I've got an idea!”

“You know what?”

“I would love to construct a small treehouse on one of the branches of the Magical Tree of the forest.” I said it again. “But what about the Spirit?”

“Will she be accepting?” I questioned. Nevertheless, I retrieved my drawing tools and sketched the treehouse plan.

Minutes later, after I had finally completed the drawing, I stood up and said loudly, “I did it!”.

“I'm going to build a treehouse on the magical tree.” And it dawned on me why I was doing this. “Since my parents are away, why not build the treehouse so I can spend more time in the forest, drawing new ideas, including new Worlds?”

“Yes, how about sketching Fairies?” I said once more. In fact, that was how I created the plan for the small treehouse, before realizing its significance the following day.

Part 2

Indeed, I had already sketched out plans for the treehouse, but to proceed, I needed to purchase materials and wooden planks. Of course, since Thursday night, I have already sketched out plans for the treehouse.

And the following day, on Friday morning, I proceeded to purchase the materials and tools needed to construct the treehouse on the branch of the Magic Tree.

Therefore, since this morning, I set out to acquire the necessary materials and tools.

“Ley?”

“Is that you?” The well-known retailer greeted me as I stood in front of his shop, which offered home and garden accessories, among other things.

“Hey! Good morning!”

“That's me!”

“How are you, Mr. Davidson?” I responded. “I'm doing well, and you?” Mr. Davidson inquired. “I'm well.”

“Thank you.” I replied.

“So, how can I assist you this morning, Ley?” Mr. Davidson asked me. “Yes, I need your assistance!” I replied. “What can I help you with?”

“Amico!”

“Please tell me what it is! Go ahead and tell me!” Mr. Davidson prompted me.

“Well, I'm planning to construct a small treehouse.”

“How can I explain it? Like a wooden treehouse, you know?”

“Could you help me select the appropriate tree planks, windows, and tools for the project?” I asked. “Benvenuto, amico!” He responded and smiled. “Grazie!” I replied.

“Prego!” He said and smiled again.

“Will you help me now?" I asked him.

“Certainly, come this way.”

“Puoi venire dentro con me così ti mostro dove trovarli?” He told me. “Take a look inside my shop; that's where you'll find the right tools and other items, you'll need for your small treehouse,” he explained. Indeed!

Upon entering the shop, I noticed many other customers were also shopping.

“Your shop remains the same!”

“I always enjoy visiting here,” I remarked. “Thank you, Ley!”

“I suppose it was your father who guided you here, right?” He replied. “How do you know?” I inquired. “Everyone in the town is aware that your father is a renowned Explorer and Navigator, just as you are a celebrated Painter.”

“Am I correct?” He stated.

“You know what? I think you are right.”

“The first time I visited here, my father brought me along when he was purchasing tools for his ship,” I shared. “That's correct!” He affirmed. While I was in the shop with him searching for the tools and materials I required, we shared a few moments conversing before he stepped outside to greet other customers some minutes later. “Thank goodness he has finally left me on my own!”

“Elderly individuals tend to talk far more than a donkey burdened with a load that you hit its butt.”

“I can't imagine that I, too, will grow old one day.” I spoke. “What a life!”

“Life can be quite chaotic and unjust,” I remarked.