The quiet of the pre-dawn hour finds the Frumpy Fairy Godmother gently swinging back and forth on the porch, her strong fingers wrapped around a warm mug of coffee. With a soft smile, she listens to the small sounds and watches the sky lighten into morning.
After a time, she rises, going back into the house. The light in the cupola is on for a time, then is extinguished. She glides back onto the porch, a carpet bag in her hand, then vanishes with a small scattering of glittering sawdust.
On the kitchen table is a note:
"I'll should be back later on. Try to behave."
( I'm going shooting! YAY!!
AnnieLee, with her carpet bag and a whole lot of other stuff.)