…then the fox, with his bushy tail swishing in thought, spoke up as the pixie and the cobbler vanished. “It seems our gathering has become a crossroads of enchantment and reality,” he mused. “But let us not forget the lessons of kindness and joy they’ve left behind.”
The goblin clapped his hands together, and with a puff of glittering dust, he conjured up a feast for all. “In honor of our absent friends,” he declared, “let us feast and make merry, for the magic of friendship and laughter is the truest spell of all.”
And so, the animals feasted under the moon’s gentle glow, their hearts full of memories and their spirits lifted by the magic that had touched their lives, the fox said giving him the new slippers Goblin said