This is week 96 of the Saturday Wordzzle Challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer to Ravens Nest find out how it works.
It was amazing what a lovely cup of tea could do to change one’s attitude. After Gandalf had carefully procured it, he leaned back in satisfaction. People just didn’t understand the pressure he faced being the wizard of Good. A knock on the door admitted Badger, followed by a train of pixies. “We want to help, Gandalf,” began Badger. All of your stories talk about Hobbits and Elves, but we feel left out! We’re on the side of Good, too!” The pixies echoed this in a high pitched chorus. (Truthfully, it sounded a bit like a mosquito whine – one of the reasons the Author had left that particular group out). The old wizard thoughtfully scratched his head, then switched to his beard. Then he stopped, frozen with a thought. “Alright,” he began, “I think I can use you in the next adventure. And the Author will just have to go along with the process. First, we’ll roll out the barrel that is in the back garden. It’s over by that smelly refuse pile. Then we’ll add wheels and controls. Next, the pixies will climb on board and proceed at top gear to the house of the politician in the next village.” They jumped up and down excitedly. Badger pouted, “I did not hear anything about Badgers in that.” Gandalf replied, “I’m coming to that. You will be in the barrel. When it reaches the politician’s favorite rose bush, the pixies will slam into reverse and you’ll shoot out of the barrel. You will, in one bite, eat his blasted rose bush.”
The Badger nodded slowly but then asked, “umm…Gandalf, how is that going to help the cause of Good?” The wizard answered, “The last time that politician started talking about our Author he referred to him as one who leads children’s minds into darkness and mysticism. It’s only a token gesture to destroy the rose bush (you wouldn’t believe how much time and effort he spends cultivating that instead of his mind). You will then address him and tell him that talking Badgers are real and important, and (with a slight incline of his head towards them) so are pixies.” The Badger cautiously asked the next question. “But is that Good?” Gandalf shook his head irritably. “Perhaps not entirely, but if we let the politicians decide what is good fantasy or bad, we will have none at all, and that would definitely NOT be Good!” The Badger threw back his shoulders, said, “C’mon then” to the pixies and headed for the garden.